Open Post: Marketing

[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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[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."

[untamedantinous]

He waves a hand. "Your father vastly underestimated the amount of numbers you would see in your daily life, if he knew you intended to be an artist. Or did he know, and that is why he did not think you would amount to much?" There is a beat. "...On the other hand, I do not think any of us amounted to what our parents expected of us."

[futaille]

"Oh, he wanted me bound in numbers, I fled to pictures instead." He waves a hand absently. "I do doubt he would have foreseen this, though."

[untamedantinous]

"I do not think any of them would have foreseen this." He snuggles in a bit more. "Mine -- well, I did go to law school, but not as he would have had it."

[futaille]

He lightly kisses Enjolras' temple. "Well, I suppose one can at least credit all our parents with raising men with the ability to form their own minds. Whether or not that was their intention."

[untamedantinous]

He laughs. "Oh, my father was well aware of the fact long before I left for Paris, I assure you."

[futaille]

And that's an answering laugh. "And here I imagined you'd do so well at hiding that."

[untamedantinous]

"Ah, yes, as you know I am exceptionally good at acting." There is a beat. "In my own defense, I did have uncles who had writings of the first republic in their libraries."

[futaille]

"Ah, their pernicious influence led you astray, losing France some future dutiful magistrate."

[untamedantinous]

"It was school as well, but my uncles certainly did not discourage me. And once I got to Paris, I do not think anything could have."

[futaille]

"I think that much was obvious to anyone who met you once, once you got to Paris."

[untamedantinous]

He laughs and shakes his head. "Well. You know how it is, there."

[futaille]

"Very much so. Both in Paris in general and in your orbit specifically."

[untamedantinous]

"Well, I cannot say how it is to be in my own orbit, I hardly know. But Paris is intoxicating regardless."

[futaille]

"True, but you are by definition near it at all times. That said, you are very right about Paris being intoxicating. And you know I am well-versed in intoxication."

[untamedantinous]

“So you are, yes,” he says wryly, and snuggles in a little more. “It is even intoxicating for someone from Toulouse.”