• Jul 27 - 1 note      

  • suitedxchaos:

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                     — Lucky for me, whether I’m sober or not
                          doesn’t seem to make much of a difference. 
    ❞  

    Undomesticated seemed synonymous with the 
    fierce and perilous state of  i n d e p e n d e n c e.  
    There  was risk in losing such should he give his 
    memories to the another: whether it be a being or 
    a toxin. What was more, Bahorel had no need, no 
    want to forget.One could not have the good of 
    success, of victory, of anything positive —
    Without the negative. As long as it amounted to
    an extreme, it was tolerable.

             ”Well, that makes one of us.  
                   Wish I could say the same thing.

                         Grantaire sighed and put the cigarette out, 
                          pushing himself up from his chair and going
                          across the room to glance out the window.  
                          The Musain was one of the few buildings in
                          the Outer City that still had real windows.
                          Those people who managed to find a home
                          with the windows and doors still in tact were
                          the lucky ones. Grantaire was not one.

                                     ”—I'm going with you next time you go out there.

  • Jul 27 - 8 notes   
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  • morehumane:

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    And you will be for as long as you avoid
        coming to terms with what has passed.

                         Combeferre knew. Combeferre could relate — but
                         in a way, suggesting for Grantaire to find
                         peace with his past made Combeferre a hypocrite.
                         He had his own shadow of guilt and remorse
                         from what had happened almost a year ago. On
                         the outside, the guide had moved forward, but
                         there were days when his chest felt so heavy
                         with grief and longing that he couldn’t breath.

           Laughter. Dark, horrid laughter filled the air and
              Grantaire snatched up his drink. Once he finished it
              off, he placed the glass back on the table and eyed
              Combeferre, his jaw tight. He is normally not so sharp
              towards his friends, but his sister is the one memory
              that he does not like to share with anyone. It is the 
              one thing he cannot let go, not as hard as he tries.
              Combeferre should understand that— let him be.

                                  “—Then it looks like we’re both f u c k e d.

  • Jul 26 - 6 notes   
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  • suitedxchaos:

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             ❝ Sobriety. It plays more games upon —
                     It’s more  maddening mind than any
                     drug.

                              Bahorel smiles, and the expression is little more than
                              a thin pursing of the lips. It is not genuine, but it is
                              not fake. The man is not a performer, though he does 
                              act; he is raw, and he is resolved to remain
                              undomesticated — Whether it be by narcotics or the 
                              conventional. Really, he could get a steady job …
                              Somehow. He was able, though he denied
                              “opportunity.” He could lead a stable life. However,
                               such could only be a deception.

         ”You’ve got that much right. I’m a
                                             hell of a lot worse off when I’m sober.

                         Grantaire takes a long drag from his cigarette and closes
                          his eyes, holding the smoke in until he feels as if he might 
                          cough it out. Slowly he blows it out, closing his eyes as the
                          tears burn behind his lids. The pressure that had built up
                          within his chest is released along with the smoke, and
                          the drunkard relaxes in his seat. When he is sober, he 
                          remembers, and no one likes to remember the bad things.

  • Jul 26 - 8 notes   
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  • suitedxchaos:

              ❝ I’m serious. I don’t know what the hell
                     I was thinking, but it’s time that whip myself
                     into shape. Get a steady job or something & aim
                     for security. — Even if we’re out back. Wouldn’t
                     be a bad idea for you to consider, too.  

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               ❝ … ❞

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    I’m fucking hilarious. 

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          “Right… Now I’m thinking you’re the one on drugs.

                     Grantaire places his cigarette back between his lips 
                      and leans back, propping his feet up on the table
                      between them. Not only is Bahorel not going to do
                      that, but the mere idea that Grantaire might get his
                      shit together long enough to get a job is perhaps
                      one of the most ridiculous things the cynic has ever
                      heard. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to do something
                      good— it’s more that he doesn’t believe he C  A  N.

  • Jul 25 - 8 notes   
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  •          ”You’re fucking kidding me, right? You can’t be serious.

  • Jul 25 - 8 notes      

  • Fucking up is kinda my thing
    —  (via yoursixwordstory)


  • suitedxchaos:

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                   ❝ Interesting take, monsieur. But I believe
                            it to be a wrong take.The people of the upper
                           city care not for our lives; we are pests, and we
                           are the disgrace of the city. However, they much
                           prefer a submissive, controlled pest to one who
                           is willing to burn. To place fire by their boundaries
                           at first would promote confusion. Is the fire within 
                           or no? And then, perhaps, apprehensive, about
                           something. About what? They are uncertain. But
                           I will say again, we might gain some unwanted
                           attention. ❞

                “Do you really think our beloved dictator would 
                   allow us to burn fires so close to his perfect
                   city? Surely he would eliminate us. At least
                   those responsible for the act. If no one fessed 
                   up, he might take it out on those who just 
                   happen to be close enough to him at the time.
                   He won’t allow it to happen— not twice. It’s an
                   entertaining idea, mind you, but I don’t think
                   it’s a very good one. Too many unpredictable
                   variables. Enjolras would be disappointed.


  • morehumane:

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    Combeferre pauses. Grantaire tried — Combeferre could
    see it now.   Grantaire just did not succeed;   however, it
    was the attempt that mattered to the guide. Combeferre
    rakes  his  fingers  through  his  hair,   pulling  up  a chair
    before  the  drunkard.

                                 “ It’s all right, Grantaire — I understand.
                                                                                     Thank you.
                                               …I can wait to speak with Enjolras.
                                                                     How have you been?

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                  “I have been the same as I always am.

                       Bitter, tired, t o r m e n t e d. It is all the
                        same to Grantaire. Never does he feel
                        any different. He can be joyous, it’s true,
                        but he cannot truly be happy. He can’t 
                        remember the last time he felt happy. 
                        At least, that’s what he tells everyone. 
                        He can remember it perfectly. His sister’s 
                        smile, her warm presence… He was happy
                        when she was around— truly happy— and
                        now he only had faded memories of her.

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