un: someday, life will be fairer (open)

[untamedantinous]

The 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.

He is not certain of many things, here in this strange new not-afterlife, but he is 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.

(He'd rather read than face what lies before him here. He's not sure what to do, and he doesn't like being purposeless. There is yet time to talk, time to find Grantaire, eventually, but he doesn't want to think. Not right now.)

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[untamedantinous]

"I do not have that happy talent." Sure, people are drawn to him half the time, but it's not because he's friendly about it. He's grateful for the change of subject, now, this is already so much to deal with that it may well overload everything else that he's been shoving to the back of his head all week.

"But he is -- friendly enough, I suppose."

[wickedwit]

Friendly and obliging,, Claudius thinks but stops himself from saying. "We drank bourbon and played billiards," he says instead. "Two easy things to make friends over. I believe that's why the drink and the sport were invented."

[untamedantinous]

"More than likely," Enjolras agrees, then hesitates. "I know he is also fond of dominoes," he adds, carefully, and there's a slight lipcurl of disdain that we all knew was coming sooner or later. "Among his other, more irritating hobbies."

[wickedwit]

Claudius notices it and considers it a good sign -- Enjrolas seems to enjoy complaining about Grantaire. He laughs. "So you do know some things about him: the things he irritates you with. What hobbies are these?"

[untamedantinous]

"Drinking," promptly. "Or, I should say, drinking to excess. He is easily distracted, one might ask him to do something, and get promises, and then find it is not done and it is too late to be fixed --" He shakes his head with a sigh. "It is damnably annoying."

[wickedwit]

“I suppose that’s why he surprised you. A man who cannot be relied on, proving himself reliable at the last moment.” It’s touching a little close on a still-raw subject, Claudius admits, but he just thought up and dismissed several other rejoinders about Grantaire’s distractibility and the sort of tasks he can be put to.

[untamedantinous]

"I, ah. Yes." That's saying the least anyone could say about the whole issue, and he shifts a little, uncomfortable again. "It was....unexpected." Not just proving himself reliable, proving himself willing to die for the republic, perhaps for Enjolras himself. But that remains on Enjolras' list of subjects that he is not willing to touch with a ten foot pole at this moment in time.

[wickedwit]

Claudius smoothly elides the subject of deaths or what any given person is willing to die for. "Here's what I suspect. Since you prefer taking action to passive rumination, you're no doubt concerned about how you should act right now. Unexpected information is something to consider, to think about, to integrate into one's groundwork -- and you've been operating off the ideological groundwork set by your more philosophical counterparts for some time. That groundwork still exists -- I'm reading and enjoying some of it now -- but I imagine it feels to have ... shifted slightly. It sounds as though you've been very lucky to have comrades you can rely on, with one unreliable and irritating exception. But it seems Grantaire already had a habit of not behaving according to your expectations. Surprises aren't altogether new for him, and to be honest," Claudius says, although it's a careful honestly, "I don't think you have to act terribly differently because of it. Or act at all, if you'd like to try drinking and contemplating for a bit. You chose a good wine."

[untamedantinous]

"I don't --" He huffs out an annoyed sigh, running his hands through his hair. Claudius is right, in some ways, he doesn't know how to act, but he doesn't want to think about it. Maybe wine is truly the best choice, maybe he should actually hide up in his room and avoid everyone if this is what meeting new people is going to bring him. "I don't know," he says again, and it's less lost than last time, more annoyed with himself and his current situation. "I have never had much of a head for wine, or the patience for contemplation."

[wickedwit]

"I only bring up wine and contemplation as things to try, if you'd like to try them. You needn't commit to them, or any example -- I've other things I could suggest you try, but I doubt you'll want to hear them." Claudius smiles wryly, but he thinks Enjolras seems on surer footing when agitated, less wide-eyed and adrift (less like Galahad, when he has no words). "Am I wrong about you? You can tell me if I am."

[untamedantinous]

He waves a hand, still slightly irritated, taking a drink of wine. "I would not like to think that I am so -- transparent, we have hardly known each other long. You may as well give the suggestions, since it would seem I have nothing better to do here."

[wickedwit]

Claudius doesn't make the suggestion he'd like to -- that Enjolras throw himself in a fling now that he's dead, and judge for himself whether he's missed anything by ignoring romantic matters all his life. Whatever came of it, it would give Enjolras plenty of activity and plenty of excuses not to think. Claudius doesn't even make the very specific suggestion that if it's too awkward to speak to Grantaire, sharp commands and gestures may do just as well, and Enjolras would likely have Grantaire kneeling at his feet like a dog. So for a moment Claudius merely taps his fingers along the table, considering. "Do you like games of strategy?"

[untamedantinous]

If he wanted Enjolras to immediately leave, that would have been an excellent suggestion. So too would have been the one about Grantaire; the subject matter alone would give him some pause, not to mention the fact that he would likely need an explanation of such things.

“I haven’t given them much thought; but I would likely enjoy them.”

[wickedwit]

"Then we should play one together," offers Claudius, "and you can judge for yourself how you like it. I was angling to spend more time with you, before our little digression¹. I didn't think it was subtle, but for the future, someone trying to determine how you spend your time and then asking all manner of personal questions is one indicator of friendly interest." And though Claudius certainly lined himself up for a romantic overture, he thinks better of it.

¹ You know, the one where he blew up Grantaire's whole spot. A little digression.

[untamedantinous]

"Forgive me," with a tight, polite smile. "I have had much on my mind, this week.¹ I am usually better at this sort of thing." Not a whole lot, but he doesn't usually miss such blatant signs, at the very least. "But yes, whenever you like, I suppose. There is nothing to keep me from it, here."

¹ And now he has even more, thanks for that, Claudius.

[wickedwit]

“Please, no apologies. I’ve had a rather trying week myself,” Claudius says, which is true. “Even on the best days, I’ve a habit of saying too much and obscuring my meaning — I’m too quick-tongued, as I told you. I’m simply glad you’re amenable to meeting again.”

[untamedantinous]

He gives a small shrug. "It would be difficult to avoid anyone for too long in this place, I think." Unless you are, of course, trying especially hard to. Not that he would have reason for that.

[wickedwit]

Claudius keeps himself from laughing bitterly at that. You can swear to never see someone again in this place, and keep your oath for days. "I'll have read more Rousseau by then," he promises, standing with the book still in hand. "If you avoid me for longer, I'll only have more questions to keep you with -- it would likely even out."

[untamedantinous]

“Very well,” Enjolras replies with the slightest trace of a smile. “There are any number of questions I suppose I might answer, about Rousseau, at least.” He gives Claudius a small, polite nod.

“It was…most enlightening, meeting you, monsieur.”