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sirenspull_logs2013-02-05 10:51 pm
antinouswild) wrote in sirenspull_logs2013-02-05 10:51 pm
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Who: Enjolras and Grantaire
When: January 5th
Where: Their H of A apartment
Summary: Enjolras can't sleep
Warnings: Remembering lost loved ones, descriptions of blood, angst
Neither Enjolras nor Grantaire had many things to move. And, for Enjolras it was only moving one door down. To be out of Deadpool's place was a relief. Even Enjolras assumed that tonight, with someone familiar and friendly down the hall that he would be able to finally sleep.
Yet, it did not come. He wondered if he was so easy upturned in this place, that taking a room on the other side of the hall would keep him from rest.
Throwing up his hands, he got out of bed, catching his elbow on the bedside table. He hadn't had one in his room of the past few months. A glass is sent tumbling to the floor and shatters. With a few choice oaths, he begins to pick up the pieces.
He crosses silently to the kitchen, not wanting to wake Grantaire. But, as he turns his hand to release the glass into the bin, one of them slices into his palm.
He sucks his breath hard and goes to the sink to try and stop the bleeding.
When: January 5th
Where: Their H of A apartment
Summary: Enjolras can't sleep
Warnings: Remembering lost loved ones, descriptions of blood, angst
Neither Enjolras nor Grantaire had many things to move. And, for Enjolras it was only moving one door down. To be out of Deadpool's place was a relief. Even Enjolras assumed that tonight, with someone familiar and friendly down the hall that he would be able to finally sleep.
Yet, it did not come. He wondered if he was so easy upturned in this place, that taking a room on the other side of the hall would keep him from rest.
Throwing up his hands, he got out of bed, catching his elbow on the bedside table. He hadn't had one in his room of the past few months. A glass is sent tumbling to the floor and shatters. With a few choice oaths, he begins to pick up the pieces.
He crosses silently to the kitchen, not wanting to wake Grantaire. But, as he turns his hand to release the glass into the bin, one of them slices into his palm.
He sucks his breath hard and goes to the sink to try and stop the bleeding.