OMG, you guys, I’ve been staring at this paper for SIX HOURS and I’m starting to be mentally sluggish and there’s a definite tired headache going on, but I ONLY HAVE LIKE 7-9 MORE PAGES TO WRITE and all the hard parts are DONE. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN.
♔ for Jehan and Enjolras!
♔ : finding the other wearing their clothes
I’m… fairly certain this isn’t what I was meant to write but hey…
need to change.’
looked down at himself, blushing furiously.
I would try something new with my appearance. You said yourself this is an important
meeting, I might as well try and look respectable.’
case ‘respectable’ apparently meant the almost exact replica of Enjolras’ habitual
clothing – simple black coat, light green vest, white shirt and simple white
cravat, tied in the manner that required the least possible time and effort
while still looking presentable. Even his long hair was pulled back into the
definitely un-fashionable ponytail Enjolras preferred.
all very well’ said Enjolras, pinching the bridge of his nose ‘But as I
explained it also holds a certain risk. I suspect there might be a mole in the
group we’re about to meet.’
You said so.’
know us well can of course tell us apart, but to a stranger we now look nigh
identical, but for our height.’
looked up abruptly, with sudden understanding. Prouvaire was smiling his small,
serene smile at him. Enjolras shook his head, expression suddenly soft, and
gently cupped the little poet’s shoulders.
appreciate the thought, my friend, I truly do but I cannot support it.’
looked back up at him, fingers wrapping around Enjolras’ forearms.
needs you now more than ever. Things are coming to a head, I can feel it. You
can too, I know it. You can’t afford to be taken in now. This little bit of
confusion might give you some time to escape if things go awry.’
listen’ Jehan pleaded ‘I’m not the leader the police wants – I’m but a poet who
accidentally wound up with the wrong company and who made some unfortunate
fashion choices. That is all. You need to think of the group above all,
‘Oh Jehan… ‘Enjolras
sighed, squeezing the poet’s shoulders ‘Very well then. If you are certain
about this. But do be careful, you understand?’
ducked his head, smiling.
Oh, but Enjolras? If you wish to repay me you can always post bail if I do get
I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this was in consideration for Anakin’s Ep III look. I can’t believe what he ended up looking like in that movie was the subtler alternative to an even worse look.
I can’t believe we almost had an Ep III where Anakin runs around with his bare chest, black leather deep-v-neck jedi tunic, and mohawk while all of his allies are completely blindsided by his fall to the dark side
Mustafar hummed with death behind his back, only a moment away, somewhere out there among the rivers of molten rock. Obi-Wan let Anakin drive him toward it.
It was a place, he decided, they should reach together.
Revenge of the Sith by Matthew Stover
Wait, does this sentence “It was a place, he decided, they should reach together“ imply that Obi-Wan wanted to die near Anakin on Mustafar?
That’s… not the Jedi-like, but taking into account their friendship…
Oh, my Obikin feels
Why would you ever
This is just wrong…
Not okay. So not okay. I needed my heart, okay?!! ç.ç
“It was his reaction that sold the sniper. “
this fills me with so much warmth
my skin is clear my bills are paid my crops are growing
my family is fed
Listen if you really want to suffer just remember that Obi Wan never got an explanation for why Anakin turned to the dark side and probably spent 20 years thinking it was somehow his fault