soooo not quite The Prompt, but I incorporated the word at least? >.> I am rusty at these two. please forgive me. 🙂
aaaah I love it! The feeling of a lazy Morning After (after what? does anyone even really remember?) ,the affectionate mutual snarking,the horrible decor, it’s all great. Thank you!
Thank you i hope so too!!
It surprised Feuilly when he looked at his watch and realized that it was almost nine am already. He was not used to sleeping in or, indeed, to being wake up by the booming laughter of Bahorel rather than by his alarm clock and the radio. He opened his eyes, and startled when someone grabbed his arm and mumbled against him “not yet”
He glanced at his side. Courfeyrac, eyes still heavy with sleep, was nuzzling his shoulder. That’s when it hit Feuilly all over – he was in holidays. He was in Croatia, with his friends – there would be no work for the entire week, just a long list of museums and towns to visit, people to talk to, places to be amazed at.
He grinned and rose, ignoring Courfeyrac’s moan.
“Get up,” he said. “I’m sure everybody else will be waiting for us.”
“Liar,” muttered Courfeyrac, though he seemed less to reluctant to get up faced with Feuilly’s sudden enthusiasm. “You know Joly and Bossuet just like I do. They’ll sleep in.”
“But imagine the surprise of everybody if you come outside with me, so early,” Feuilly pointed out, and got out of the bed quickly, raising an eyebrow at Courfeyrac, who snorted. “Fine,” he said. “Go ahead, i’ll be right behind you.”
Feuilly was pretty sure Courfeyrac wouldn’t, but now that reality had settled in once more, he couldn’t wait. He got out of the little room they shared, and moved to where all the chatting seemed to come from, the terrasse. Outside, it was warm, and sunny, though there was just enough fresh air not to be uncomfortable. Enjolras, Bahorel, Jehan and Combeferre were all up. Grantaire was technically there too, though he seemed to be finishing his night against Jehan’s shoulder.
“Feuilly,” said Enjolras immediately. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
“Very,” said Feuilly. “Courfeyrac said he’d joined us soon. Are we waiting for everybody to be up to chose what we’re doing today? There’s the museum we saw when we arrived last night -”
“We have the maps and plans out,” said Combeferre.
“But first, breakfast,” said Bahorel firmly. “Sit down. Your enthusiasm will not be enough to sustain you. You need coffee and some pastries. Most important meal of the day, don’t forget”
“Yes mom,” said Feuilly fond and happy, and sat next to Enjolras, who took a sip of his coffee, and subtly offered him a guide book under the table as soon as Bahorel went back to discussing with Jehan.
So, people are reblogging my Bahorel Les Mis Modern Aesthetic with comments like…
…and it’s making me think that I really need to share some of my veterinarian stories of very large men with tiny puppies and kittens BECAUSE IT IS EVERY BIT AS PRECIOUS AS YOU THINK IT IS. So, yeah. Mental note. I clearly need to tell some of those stories and adapt them for Bahorel. Just saying. ;D
Hee! Tête Brûlées!:D
(there needs to be more of these two ramping each other up the Drama Action Curve always)
fandom nerds bein’ slain by Emotions together since Ever
Oh gosh, Pilf. I’m tempted to ask what they’re reading, but I’m also not sure if I want to know. (Also, who’s the faster reader, because oh so many variables.)
Bahorel’s the faster reader, because Prouvaire keeps stopping to Emotions. (Bahorel definitely Emotions, but he’s one of those people who then reads FASTER to find out What Happens Next Oh No Oh No.) Maybe that’s part of why Prouvaire is punching him– don’t you DARE turn the page, you freaky speed-reader! Emotions Time!
Feuilly: Where are you going?
Bahorel: To get an ice cream or commit a felony. I’ll decide on the way!
so Courfeyrac keeps coming buy like. borrowing sugar and flour and baking soda all the times, because Courf talks a lot but his flirting game when he has an actual crush is absolutely atrocious. it’s terrible pickup lines and bad jokes and Feuilly’s love that actually but Courfeyrac doesn’t know that so he has no idea how to approach him.
so after something like two months of that, Feuilly’s curious about his cute neighbour who looks like he bakes a lot so he gathers his courage and initiates Small Talk (with extra awkward because he’s not good at small talk) ‘’Hey you like to bake? That’s so cool what do you bake? I’m learning to bake too. Maybe we could swap tips and reciepes and stuff’ (and he curses himself because he’s actually terrible he burned the last three batches of cookies he’s tried).
But Courfeyrac’s been sorta gathering all these ingredients without knowing what to do with them and he panics like – ‘Crap have I been stealing from him?? I have haven’t I’
(they both call their friends/coworker Bahorel to help them come up with something, not realising they have a common acquaintance. And it all goes well, more or less, until they realise Bahorel gave them both the same tips and reciepes because no way he’s letting that kind of misunderstanding up in the air for long enough to screw everything up. in the end they all have a good laugh and Courfeyrac totally declares it a successful date. Feuilly’s still a lil embarrassed but he agrees.)
Bahorel: Sure is dark in here.
Bahorel: I’m not scared or anything.
Bahorel: I mean, who’s scared of the dark these days?? Not me. Not Bahorel. No sir.
Feuilly: Do you want me to hold your hand?
Bahorel: Yes please.
I have so many ideas. Some are simple, like ‘take down traffic signs’ and ‘destroy hypocritical church missives.’ The bigger ones will be tougher, like ‘bring all this crumbling to the ground.’