poemsofsplendor:

Jehan blinked back into existence at the hand on their shoulder, and they are gasping, hand going up to their mouth.

What have they done?

“I-I.. No, I suppose it is not what he did..”

Their words are quiet, muffled by their hand. Their cheeks bloom a bright red, similar to the shade of their hair, and they leaned back into their seat as if it could swallow them up, make them not have to live with this embarrassment.

“…

Sorry.”

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                  He doesn’t quite let go, afraid
               that Jehan will run and eventhough
              Enjolras is not all that versed in this,
              he knows that Jehan running is a 
              terrible, horrible, no good, very bad 
              thing to happen. So he holds on.

                  Still he doesn’t quite know what to 
                say, but knowing with the way their
               eyes stop darting that it’s okay to let
               go now to let them have space, Enjolras
               takes a deep breath, resists the urge
               to touch his lips. Instead, he offers a
               serious look, imploring and honest.

                  ”Please, don’t feel the need to 
                apologize, I should be sorry letting
                you think I was–“ Here, he pauses,
                waving a hand. ”That is to say, I’m
                not. Ready, I think. For kissing.“ He
                knows there’s a word for him, that
                amongst the many acronyms, he
                exists but it’s difficult to explain.

                  ”—-Was that a one time thing?“