tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-29:1320016Lucien EnjolrasLucien EnjolrasLucien Enjolras2023-10-27T02:44:22Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-29:1320016:3920un: someday, life will be fairer (open)2023-10-24T22:36:01Z2023-10-27T02:44:22Zpublic297The library is currently occupied. To be more precise, it is occupied by one young blond man, settled in at a large table with books spread out around him. Off to the side, there is a glass of wine, half-drunk. He looks much better than he had upon his arrival, no longer dirty and bloodstained, but still a bit fragile. Some of the marble that usually adorns his countenance has been chipped away, and he is not certain if it will come back.<br /><br />He is not certain of many things, here in this strange new not-afterlife, but he <i>is</i> certain that both the writings of Rousseau and Voltaire exist. He has the proof, right here next to him, old friends that he is relieved to have in hand. (Someday he'll find his own copies of them, maybe.) The young fellow that had healed him -- Magnus, wasn't it -- had mentioned France becoming a republic. So in lieu of talking to people, Enjolras has chosen to dive into history books and catch himself up on the last 200 or so years.<br /><br />(He'd rather read than face what lies before him here. He's not sure what to <i>do</i>, and he doesn't like being purposeless. There is yet time to talk, time to find Grantaire, eventually, but he doesn't want to <i>think.</i> Not right now.)<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=untamedantinous&ditemid=3920" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments