Combeferre leans into Enjolras’ touch, brown eyes
half lidded as he looked up at the blond. His arms
tugged softly at his restraints, instinctively wanting
to reach up to touch the other. His touch was soothing,
calming. It carried relief with it, knowing that he would
soon be home again and have time for his wounds to heal.“I can walk.” His voice was insistent in that matter, though
he truly wasn’t sure if he would be able to do so. His entire
body felt weak and exhausted, bruised and bloody and no
rest the entire time he’d been there.As soon as the ropes were cut he reached out to touch
Enjolras, a weak smile on his face.He tried to push himself out of the chair and stopped with
a hiss at the pain that shot up his chest and seemed to
spread to his limbs. He knew what was causing it, but he
was trying to avoid drawing attention to it. It would only
infuriate Enjolras more if he saw the words that had been
carved there for him to see.“I may need some help standing..”
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Normal circumstances would make
it easy to trust Combeferre’s judgment
but he cannot see how he looks like and
Enjolras would scorch this earth twice
over to have revenge for the pain. He’s
going to make do with knowing his shoes
are soaked in their pools of blood, in the
end.
Trembling hands touch his face and
Enjolras is quick to catch them, hold on
as the ropes go lax and he can see the
heave of Combeferre’s chest, the way
his clothes are bloody from his midriff
down. If they touch him, Enjolras thinks,
all of the sudden incescened, if they had
dared to touch him–
But he has no time to follow that trail
of thought because Combeferre makes a
sound like a wounded animal and Enjolras
immediately curls himself to take most of
the weight. He doesn’t notice the gaping
shirt because the blood is crusting and
his focus in on Combeferre’s leg.
“Just rest on me. I will carry you out.”
By which he means I will drag you with
me as we hobble out together. It’s slow
going and near the exit there are two
more bodies, non-government. Enjolras
grits his jaw and walks past them.
"Do we need Joly to prepare for
surgery back at base?“