Spring had finally settled in for good, and they were curled together on the couch with the windows thrown open and the wind blowing in the scent of the flowers Jehan and Grantaire had planted only a few week prior.
Grantaire was sketching nothing in particular, humming softly as Combeferre brushed soft fingers over his thigh absentmindedly.
Grantaire turned and buried his face into his neck with a grin, delighting in the way Combeferre instantly relaxed into him. “I’ve seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.”
“Quite greedy aren’t you?” Combeferre chuckled, running his hands through Grantaire’s curls. “I take it it’s time for A Moveable Feast once more?”
Grantaire settled back into the cushions, pressed into his side as he delivered a large grin. “I’m always greedy when it comes to you. Of course, it’s time for A Moveable Feast; it’s spring!”
“You and that book, I swear.” He shook his head, not able to keep the fond smile at bay. “Why don’t we go to Jardin du Luxembourg; you can draw the flowers, and I can read the book to you? Then we could go to the Corinth and eat oysters with that white wine you love. You can be Hemingway for a day. And when we come home we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.”
“You may possibly be the best thing to happen to me,” He laughed delightedly; “I think I might just keep you.”
I want fanart of like Raoul being sad learning all the things the Phandom says about him and then like Cosette just appears and gives him a big hug from behind and says ‘Shhh it’s okay friend I know how you feel don’t listen to them you’re wonderful’
Hey I like this
"Shh it’s okay friend don’t listen to them"
May you remain focused and finish your homework quickly so you may enjoy free time with no stress. (by lord-yggdrasill)
I must go on standing
You can’t break that which isn’t yours
I must go on standing
I’m not my own, it’s not my choice
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
The other night dear as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms
But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
So I bowed my head and I cried