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[futaille]

Now that things have managed to settle down after the havoc of this month's event from the mansion spirits, Grantaire has set his sights on a much more organic event. He did as promised and improved upon Enjolras' early attempt at a flier. It even passed Apollo's judgment and was printed. So now Grantaire is dutifully walking around the mansion with a stack of fliers to post them in whatever public areas he comes across, even venturing outside to hang them up in outbuildings, and enough were printed that there are plenty of extras to be handed out personally if anyone seems curious.

He's of course sure not everyone will come, but the more people do, the more it will seem right, as far as he's concerned, so he's perfectly willing to pitch the event to anyone who seems the least bit amenable to one. Apparently he can stay on task with proper motivation.

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[futaille]

After the kiss finishes, he ducks his head a bit, a flush creeping onto his face. "Well. I feel quite congratulated."

[untamedantinous]

"Ah, good." He retreats a bit, watching Grantaire cautiously. "I...mm. Was that too forward?"

[futaille]

He straightens immediately, eyes widening. "What? No, of course not."

[untamedantinous]

"It is only, ah, I am ...usually the one retreating, at such times," he says, a little wryly.

[futaille]

"Hardly a retreat, I assure you. Simply a... tactical pause." His smile borders on sheepish. "You're a wonder that I'm not sure I'll ever quite be sure I deserve."

[untamedantinous]

"I am not a wonder, simply a man," he says, with some finality to it. "If anything, it is --" He huffs out a breath in annoyance, but it is mostly difrected at himself. "I hardly know how to explain it; but I do not -- I am not worth you putting yourself below me. I do not see you as below me, nor should you place yourself there. You are more than that, Etienne."

[futaille]

"We do both sit on the floor," he replies with just a bit of his characteristic wryness returning, "and I do not care to burrow underneath." He leans against Enjolras a bit. "A man can be a wonder. The one does not preclude the other. I do not..." He exhales softly. "I do not see you as any less a man because I admire you so, for all my talk of gods. I think I admire you all the more because you are simply a man, but a man who refused to stand and ignore the cruelties that men are surrounded by."

[untamedantinous]

"It seems like you do, though, some of the time -- at least in certain matters," he replies with a purse of his lips, and nudges his shoulder against Grantaire's gently. "Mm. Well. Thank you, I suppose."

[futaille]

"You're welcome." He pauses. "And congratulations, I suppose, on causing me to fall serious for three seconds."

[untamedantinous]

There's a soft laugh. "Do I get congratulatory rewards, as well?"

[futaille]

"Ah, well, I suppose it's the custom." He smiles a little and leans in to give Enjolras a kiss.

[untamedantinous]

"It is, yes." He moves to set an arm at Grantaire's shoulders and smiles, returning the kiss and making a soft pleased noise.

[futaille]

Grantaire raises a hand, taking the opportunity to thread his own fingers through Enjolras' hair as they kiss.

[untamedantinous]

"Mmm," he says approvingly, unwilling to pull away just yet. "That is quite nice."

[futaille]

"Well of course," he says airily, not pulling away either. "I am a delight."

[untamedantinous]

"From time to time, yes," he allows, smiling a little. "I have been told so many times."

[futaille]

He huffs out a bit of laughter. "Tread carefully, Lucien, you may have somewhat biased sources."

[untamedantinous]

"Considering one of them has said frequently that you are 'biddable', I would agree," with a bit of an amused purse to his lips. "However, I also believe that that gentleman delights in making me uncomfortable, so I am not inclined to listen to his advice."

[futaille]

"I.." He pauses and clears his throat. "I think perhaps I will stop thinking about that."

[untamedantinous]

"I do not understand it well," Lucien says dismissively. "But I will not ask you about it, either -- at least not at the present." He takes a moment to curl a little closer to Grantaire. "It does not seem the time."

[futaille]

He wraps an arm around Enjolras and nods. "I very much agree with your judgment."

[untamedantinous]

"Mm." He presses a brief kiss to Grantaire's cheek. "I ..am sure you must want more. Thank you for, ah, being patient."

[futaille]

He huffs out a small laugh and gives Enjolras a quick and soft kiss. "Even this is so much more than I had ever expected. I can have all the patience in any world for you."

[untamedantinous]

"As you say." He nods and sighs, returning that kiss gently. "Mm. I would still like to know you better, regardless. Tell me more of your life before Paris."

[futaille]

He laughs a little. "Before Paris? Remarkably uninteresting. I'm fairly sure you already know I'm from Marseille, much like a song I think you're familiar with. I was a passable enough schoolboy in most subjects, unless they involved numbers too much, which of course made me a gross disappointment to my father, who was resolved that I would never amount to much as a result. So I went to Paris at first opportunity to play with paint and the city itself and to see how correct I could prove him."