poemsofsplendor:

“Perhaps why I thought Death was soon to come and claim my soul,” Jehan replied. They got in the car, pulling their thin jacket around themself. “Though if anyone was working with him I would suppose it could be Enjolras. No no Enjolras works with Life.”

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                 He doesn’t drive off yet, instead
            stays idle as he squints at Jehan, a
            hand reaching out to turn them to
            him, noting the pupils, the heat of
            their skin. “I work with the people.”

                 He engages the conversation,
            to try and keep Jehan focused as
            he begins to drive off. It’s nothing
            they can’t sleep off, he thinks. 

                 "Do you know what you took?“