qxeenmother:

“Someone who wields the force. Though I suspect if you don’t know what a Jedi is you don’t know what the force is either.”

“I am afraid I do not know, no.”

marbresauvage:

Enjolras went willingly, his arms coming up about Grantaire’s sides, fingers splaying across kind of the middle of his back with his fingertips at his shoulder-blades. It hit him, then, that he’d not seen him in a while, and he frowned against the shoulder of his boyfriend. “– I apologise for having been distant; it’s just how I am…sometimes I forget that interpersonal relations are a thing. It’s not that you don’t matter to me, because you do; I care very deeply for you and I love you dearly, I just tend to get utterly absorbed in work and…such things.” A pause, as he realised that that hadn’t been the question. “– I am well, however. And you? Spare no detail if it pleases you, I want to know.”

Grantaire couldn’t help but smile at the muffled apology. Truth was that it hadn’t only been Enjolras who had been distant, he himself had been stuck in a ‘do not disturb’ phase and barely anyone had seen him - work people aside. “I do believe I know you well enough at this point to know that it is nothing personal. But I fear you haven’t been the only absent one and I need to apologize, too. I needed to be... alone for a bit but I’m feeling better and I’ve missed you.” He paused for a short moment to place a kiss on top of Enjolras’ head. “I have not really done much but paint, drink and work,” he added with a shrug.

xthesurvivorx:

          “still, i’m just a bit confused here…”

“Why are you confused?”

qxeenmother:

“You wouldn’t happen to know where I could get new clothes do you? I stick out like a Jedi in a brothel.” Of course sticking out usually didn’t matter to Tenel ka, but earth was different, more hostile, and she already drew enough attention with one arm missing.

“There are some stores in town,” Grantaire replied with a shrug. “May I ask though, what is a Jedi?”

Heyyy, so, as I posted on Alec, work’s been super busy lately but that doesn’t change the fact that I would like some more threads on Grantaire!

Please like this if you’d like a starter from him - or message me if you have any plot ideas. Just a few details about R: - He’s known under different names in different places within Magnolia, so your character could know R as: Grantaire, R, Alain, AJ or... and that’s a rare one: Julien - or any americanized version of the names. - there’s a reasoning behind that, I promise and I’ll get to that at some point soon.

- He works jobs all over Magnolia. He can be found working in the gym as a boxing instructor, teaching yoga classes... He’s often working in an art gallery. He’s pretty much all over the place.

- He loves to draw and paint. He’s got his own studio in which he sometimes even spends the nights when he’s working on a project.

- He has a dog and a rabbit at the moment (he wants to give the rabbit to Gavroche).

- He loves to drink. Really, that is all I need to say about that. One will almost never find him without a flask on him.

There’s more to him, obviously, but if anyone would like to work with any of the above, please let me know! 

Again: If you like this post, I’ll write you a starter (which might take a few days because of work) and if you’d like to work with anything specific, please comment or message me and we can talk about it!

xthesurvivorx:

           “i’m sorry, sorry…” she muttered looking when the girl bumped into someone “i was a bit distracted” the girl apologized not watching who that person was still.

“Don’t be sorry, mademoiselle. No harm was caused.”

onetruealphas:

“So hypothetically, if someone told you they wanted to know if something happened, and you knew they’d kill you if you didn’t tell them. but you know it’s better that they don’t know, does that make you a jerk for not telling them?”

“I.. do not believe I understand, monsieur?”

marbresauvage:

Enjolras…had not noticed his boyfriend, and startled at the sound of his voice. Turning to face him, he took a step forward and bestowed upon his cheeks the obligatory French cheek kissies before he bowed his head and put his forehead upon Grantaire’s shoulder. “– Unwitting ignorance may be excused. Ignorance in the face of the facts is justification for verbal evisceration. Hello.”

Grantaire just shook his head, slightly amused. “Hello, my love.” He placed his hands on Enjolras’ hips, tugging him a bit closer. “How have you been? Aside of arguing with strangers, I mean.”

bluelilyshuffled:

Blue grinned, “High school taught me a little.” She happily reached for the chocolate milkshake and took a quick sip. “Are you from France?” she asked, figuring his accent was to strong to not be a native.

“Oui, mademoiselle,” Grantaire replied with a grin before taking a sip from his own drink - he’d chosen an alcoholic milkshake. “As far as I know, not many ‘ere learn another language, so I find it impressive if someone knows more than English.”

marbresauvage:

It was easier to be Active than sedentary. That wasn’t a new development by any means, but the point still stood that the world had been catching up with him and all he could do was work and Fite™ for justice and equality and basic human decency because that was what he was good at. This, he could do. This, he knew. So he continued to argue with the fucker. The mun did not care to write out the argument due to having little desire to get annoyed on behalf of fictional characters while nearing midnight, but rest assured, it was brutal and Enjolras was enraged, his curls a halo of righteous fury. He did not notice his boyfriend. The bigot, however, eventually started to cry and stormed off, leaving Enjolras highly confused and staring, interrupted, at the place where the bigot had previously been.

Grantaire could not help but be amused when he saw the stranger tear up and run off. Finishing his drawing off, he decided to get up and make himself known. “You know,” he started before walking up to Enjolras, “one could have almost felt bad for this guy.”

bluelilyshuffled:

“I’ll take a chocolate milkshake,” Blue grinned, “santé!”

Grantaire’s smile widened at her response. “A chocolate milkshake it is, mademoiselle. You speak French?”

marbresauvage:

        {{ open // like to be messaged for plotting

“– Freedom of speech means that the government cannot imprison you for what you say, not that the rest of us can’t tell you to shut the fuck up,” snapped Enjolras, ready to wholesale Fite™.

Grantaire was sitting on a bench, far enough for him not to immediately draw attention to himself but close enough to observe what was going on. Things had been... slightly off with Enjolras recently, so while usually, he would’ve gotten up and made himself known, he decided to watch the ongoings for a bit longer and instead got out his sketch book. He didn’t know what it was but Enjolras being so full of fire - there was a reason why he liked to compare him with Apollo himself - was something that always had a massive draw for him. It had been this fire which had grabbed Grantaire’s attention in the first place - back in Paris. And it was what had made him stick around. 

bluceyeswhitedragons:

“I don’t accept drinks from strangers. I also don’t need people paying for me.”

“Alright, monsieur.” Grantaire replied with a smile before taking another sip from his wine.

therubydemon:

“Hmmm anything really”? she said. Ruby smiled at the man.

“Let us start with a wine then, mademoiselle,” Grantaire smiled. “I ‘ope you like red wine?”

joannabcth:

she shrugged, glancing away, “it’s a long story,” she said, not even knowing, truthfully, where she would begin or how she would explain it all.

“Lucky for you,” Grantaire started, “I ‘ave time.” With a shrug, he got a bottle of wine out of his bag, including a bottle opener. “Or you could just drink with me, if you prefer?”

quikersilvr:

 he’s  under  the  legal  drinking  age  &  only  got  in  this  bar  because  he  ran  inside  so  fast  no  one  could  even  see  him .     but  this  guy  didn’t  need  to  know  all  that .     besides ,  eighteen  was  close  enough .          ❛    yeah  !     but  only  if  you’re  buyin’ .    ❜

Grantaire shrugged in response, “I offered, ‘ave I not, monsieur?” He said. “What is it you would like?”

joannabcth:

jo’s dark eyes flickered up when she heard the voice of a stranger speak to her. she could tell he was inebriated, but hell, jo worked at a bar. she was used to drunkenness. she offered him a sad smile, “i’m fine.” she promised, though it was unconvincing.

Grantaire merely raised an eyebrow at that before letting himself flop down next to her, without invading her personal space. “I might be drunk but I can still read faces and yours is not one that is fine. Do you need to talk?”