granxaire:

“That’s the plan,” he said with a grin.
Teasing was normal. It was good. It was
like things were normal, or as normal as
things got with a crew like them. It’d been…
tense after that fight, not just with Enjolras,
but with all of them, but things were almost
normal again. Which was good. As long as
things kept how they were, it was good.

Grantaire propped his arm on the door so the
smoke could filter out. It was an easy ride, one
they didn’t usually take as maneuvering airport
security was riskier for the likes of them than
trains and buses, but it was nice. If you ignored
the fact they were going to scope out a sniper’s
nest and get a feel for exits, it could almost be
domestic. "Silence is no one’s friend. You’d be
bored without me, you would.”

:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::

       It’s a horrible plan and Enjolras’ small
       huff says as much. There’s a strange 
       paradox between them that hangs on 
       the balance of familiar and unfamiliar.
       A sound like that, he knows Grantaire
       will understand but when actual words
       are used, it seems like their wires cross
       and only unsalvageable remains are left.

                                ”Only you would think serial killing
                                 would be boring without you. I’m
                                 sure I can make my own fun.“ He
                                 glances over again, blue eyes the
                                 color of sea-foam dancing as he
                                 makes contact. ”Won’t even need
                                 art class to do it.“

            ( only because you failed art, Enjolras. )

       They have to take Exit– A6? Or A10?
       He can’t remember… but they’re close.
       Traffic is really, really good to them today.