deux: it must be done

[untamedantinous]

Enjolras has not held a musket since the barricades. However, there's no time like the present. Through trial and error and various annoyed thoughts directed to the closet in his rooms, he has found one that will suffice. It feels ...strange, to have one in his hands again, to know that not so long ago he had held one and killed more than once with it. But he is pushing aside any lingering apprehensions he may have and heading outside to the shooting range some helpful person had set up in the recent past. Perhaps no one will bother him here, he hopes, it is fairly far afield; and the whole purpose he has will make it difficult to have any conversations.

The slight tension in his shoulders may belie his earlier anxiety, but it has not affected his aim as of yet. Should anyone follow the sounds of gunfire, they will find Enjolras as well, loading, firing, and reloading his musket with some determination.

Comments

[untamedantinous]

Enjolras bristles a little, and his tone is suddenly very cold and precise. "He is not my emperor. My home would do perfectly well without him, France does not need an emperor to make her great. She is great because she is France. You may have your fight with Buonaparte if you wish it, I do not care in the slightest."

[protagonisthalo]

"Obviously. You mentioned he was dead," Luo Binghe says, unbothered. "Let me know if he shows up here, then. I hear being dead is no obstacle."