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Le 6 juin
♠:One character adjusting the other’s jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
It had been raining for days – no, weeks. Perhaps not quite months, though, as Enjolras liked to think he would have noticed his apartment building floating away, despite the piles and piles of student papers he had been focused on reading and grading.
Enjolras didn’t mind the rain, as a general rule. He liked to listen to the sound it made, tap tap tap against the roof punctuating his thoughts and movements. It made it easier to focus, and easier to fall asleep at night, too, when everyone was home and everything was dark. Still, even he had to admit that after so long, the feeling of the warm rays of sun against his face was quite nice.
He wouldn’t go so far as it call it a caress; he tried to avoid the word if he could. A blanket, though, perhaps. An enveloping, reassuring, soothing blanket of light –
“Here,” Feuilly said, suddenly breaking through Enjolras’ reverie. Enjolras tried blinking his eyes open, but had to close them again, the sun shining directly – and painfully – in his pupils. “Take mine.”
“Uh?” Enjolras turned his head towards his friend, squinting. “What?”
“Forgot your sunglasses, didn’t you?” Feuilly shook his head as he pulled off his own sunglasses from his face. “You’ll get a sunburn, lying down like that.”
“What about you?” Enjolras frowned. He nearly swallowed a blade of grass – thank goodness the ground wasn’t soggy anymore, though now that he thought about it, they could have brought an actual blanket.
Feuilly shrugged. “Come on. Just take them.”
Enjolras thought for a moment. He still felt fuzzy, and warm, and quite sleepy; but he raised his head and extended a arm towards his friend; pushing the offered glasses back towards Feuilly’s face, he adjusted them clumsily before grabbing Feuilly’s hat from his head instead, plopping it over his own face as he lay back down.
“There,” Enjolras said. The hat smelled clean, like shampoo, but also a little like oil paint. He didn’t mind.
“Dangerous move,” he heard Feuilly laugh. “But suit yourself.”
He smiled from under the hat when he felt Feuilly lying down next to him.
Soft, relaxed, happy Enjolras, who’s all quiet but smiling fondly at his friends’s antics and living the moment fully.
I just slept seven hours, which is twice as long as I usually sleep, so I’m a bit disoriented.
Enjolras, Book VIII (via