video, un: orientalism

[pluspetitpoete]

[There's a boy on the screen who's trying very hard to hold himself together.]

Oh I'm being silly, aren't I? I ought to just go back to Wyverr, properly. I mean, one shouldn't run away from one's problems, should one?

Perhaps I should start again. My friends, Enjolras and Grantaire and I, we'd been sharing one of the rooms here at Nadril. Only they're made for two people, so I've been switching between one bed and the other, since I don't think anyone should sleep on the floor, you see?

And it was fine, even if Grantaire stole the sheets and Enjolras slept like a plank, flat on his back, which doesn't seem very comfortable at all --

Anyway.

In the midst of the clean up effort, Grantaire turned to me, and he didn't know me at all. Not who I was, or that I was his friend, or anything like that.

And it just didn't seem right, to share a home with someone who doesn't remember me. So I've been staying on my own at Nadril. I take the train into one city or the other to help with the clean-up and whatnot.

I should stop complaining, shouldn't I? I'm sure he'll -- he'll be fine. Or he'll have a fine, new life. And it will all be good.

Anyway all this to say, I suppose, if anyone requires my services in either city, I'm happy to come down to you to help with whatever needs helping with?

Comments

[pluspetitpoete]

That doesn't sound so terribly far fetched, you know. He's always believed so deeply and fervently in you.

[idealisme]

[Enjolras scoffs, the only reponse he'll give to that.]

Even magic couldn't do that much. This man was disdainful of me.