poemsofsplendor:

K3at5
Unless you want Maman to kill me, I better not. Just say you are texting your wonderful best friend Jehan.

Jehan read the message, sniffing the air lightly. Food had been out, but they had been too scared to travel into the kitchen. Too many people they didn’t know, too much of a chance that their mother would stop them and make them talk to people. So despite their stomach growling, they remained on their perch in the living room.

K3at5
Merry Christmas my friend! I have not eaten yet. I’m at a family party for a family that is not my own so I am too scared to venture out and get food from the kitchen. Trapped in the living room. Save me, dear Enjolras!

:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::

            ⎾яєνσℓυтιση⏌ 
           Shit, is that what I’m doing? Guess I better find myself a Jehan.

            He doesn’t snicker but it does cause a
         quirk to his lips, corners tilted up, bright 
         blue eyes dancing as he types. There will
         be some tsks about how attached he is 
         to his phone but oh, he’s not one to listen.

            ⎾яєνσℓυтιση⏌ 
          You know, I was gonna say, I can actually do that. Kinda. I’m stuck at a party too.
          Everyone reunites for grand-mère.

            ⎾яєνσℓυтιση⏌  
          But guess where I am?