epcot | { ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ ʜᴏᴡʟs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴠᴇɪɴs }

[ R snorts and shakes his head in response to the incredulous tone. ] I stay here sometimes. My family is terrible but I have a home with them. Not in Cormeilles - farther down the river.

[ Furrowing his eyebrows and glancing to the fire. ] Smaller place, less folks.

[ He realizes he's incredibly bad at lying about this, so he goes with the truth, while skirting around it. Something about this was making him nervous. Grantaire hadn't shared a space with someone who didn't know about his curse since being bitten. --Let alone someone who despised and wanted to wipe the curse off the map.

Not that R could blame him, honestly. But at the same time, he had mixed feelings on the idea of being killed for something that wasn't his fault. At the very least, let it be one of the many shitty choices he made in life that sentenced him. The mix of thoughts run through his head as he carefully keeps his mouth closed before coming closer to the invalid. Five paces and he's close enough to offer Redcoat a hand- to his good arm- to pull him perpendicular. His nostrils flare and his lips barely part for the breath he needs.

He wished he hadn't saved so much of the wine for the blonde. ]

I'm Grantaire.

Wh--

[ Enjolras wants to pry further, tease out what would possess the stranger to 'stay' in a place that had doomed other men to an early death, but he has been unconsciously leaning to his side while he tries to make out the man's features and character, and it is in that moment that his already stressed shoulder decides to give out. He hisses from the sharp pain, quickly leaning back to rest back on the ground again. ]

...nice to meet you, Grantaire. [ A slow, heavy breath while he rides through the sharp throb in his shoulder and arm, radiating down to his fingers and side. He's never been incapable of handling pain, but having it seemingly on parts of his body he didn't know he could injure half makes him wish the fall had done him in.

After a beat, the throbbing feeling gets less harsh, and he's able to take the other man's hand and let himself be manuvuered. ] I'm Enjolras, of Cormeilles. Sorry that we're not meeting under better circumstances.

I wish your circumstances were better, I'll agree to that.

[ He almost grins but pulls his lip instead into a tight grimace. It's an easy and innocuous adjustment, given that he is sympathetic to how much pain the other must be in. Enjolras. The name repeats in R's mind three times, committing it to memory. "Red Coat" had taken its place for a long time while he contemplated the juxtaposition he found in the strangely beautiful hunter. Grantaire first saw him and listened- and it never left him. Never had he been struck dumb by a voice and a face, but something about Enjolras had captured his attention raptly. The juxtaposition of something- someone- that was so lovely with savagery ingrained in its voice and expression, he couldn't forget.

Eloquent words from a charming man- the ridiculous reason R was finally going to meet his end. ]

I have something for your pain; are you okay here for a moment while I retrieve it? [ R asked him quietly, gingerly holding the small of his back and his elbow to help him into a sitting position that he hoped was manageable. To see the savage man now, so hurt and helpless- it was horribly wrong. There was feeling in Grantaire that he didn't know he could manage anymore as he'd worried and hoped he would wake.

Enjolras. ]

{ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ ʜᴏᴡʟs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴠᴇɪɴs }

i still can't believe i forgot E would need help with basic shit why am i bad at lifeverything-

u probably assumed he'd move himself around like a slug out of stubbornness, which is fair

"if i can't do it myself it's not worth it" -e, probably