closed: and i soar through a world that is new, that is free (post-dance)

[untamedantinous]

Enjolras has been puttering about the mansion in the past few days since the wedding dance. Today, he has spent some time outside with Temeraire -- it's getting colder, and the warmth of Temeraire's pavilion has become quite a snug little place to read to him, when Galahad is not. He had moved onto some canne de combat practice after their customary few chapters a day, which had occupied him until just recently.

The winter is coming in faster, now, and Enjolras has never been one for the cold. Certainly the south of France is not as far south as many other places in the world, but he grew up accustomed to it being somewhat warmer there than it was in Paris. So now, he is curled up in front of a fire that is crackling merrily, sipping at some vin chaud as he leafs through a book of recipes. There is, indeed, a pile of books nearby -- both cookbooks and others, but right now he is looking for something easy to set his sights on for his next baking adventure.

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[timebethine]

"I'm glad of it." That reassurance eases the last tension lingering in Laertes's body. He closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy being held and petted, curled up close so that he's warm all through. He dozes a little like that, safe and cozy in Lucien's arms.

[untamedantinous]

Lucien will let himself doze too, eventually. He still has much to consider -- both from their recent activities and in general, but right now he is content to continue petting and snuggling until he, too, dozes for a short bit.