poemsofsplendor:

Jehan perked up a bit at the sound of his voice. Did he want the kiss? Did he like it? They listened to him, offering a small smile in return looking at their now empty tea cup. They nodded slightly.

“Tea, yes please. And, um. Do not feel you have to change. It was my fault. I.. It’s nice, seeing people excited about what they like. I won’t do it again.

I mean, unless it was asked of me.”

They aren’t sure why they added the last part.

Perhaps it felt right to say.

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             He nods, quick jerking motions
           of the head as his brain processes,
          and his heart finds the will to settle.
          Jehan is so kind, even in their flaming
          shade of embarrassment. Enjolras is
          I N T E N S E L Y grateful for that.

            ”Okay. Yeah. I’ll keep that in mind.“

            ( And he will. And maybe he’ll find
          himself saying yes one day, soon,
          maybe he’ll find himself a little bit in
          love first before he can make that all
          to unforgiving jump– but maybe. )

            He bites the inside of his cheek,
         feeling them heat his entire face as
         he moves to refill their teapot, the
         privacy of the kitchen providing him
         a moment of quietude with his own
         thoughts before heading out again.

           ”Anyway,“ Enjolras continues, as
          he pours some into Jehan’s mug.
          ”That was my weekend.“ A pause. 

                                                                                ”How was yours?“