[For Combeferre]
Enjolras frequently spent time in the shade and relative quiet of the Hub during the day. It was a less central location than the rec room and therefore afforded more peace and solitude, though even there it was never complete.
He was most often found writing in this place, a stack of books to reference close at hand, but today he was occupied by something else. The books, paper and quill were all at the ready (he still preferred ink and paper to that damn box that had appeared in his room, despite Combeferre's efforts to make him see the wonder of its technology), but his attention was focused on the single sheet of paper in his hands, the island's Declaration of Rights. He was reading them, over and over, letting the words shift through his mind, comparing parts of it to the Rights of Man and the Citizen, but mostly trying to construct a speech around it to use in the upcoming elections. He wanted to get it written soon so monsieur Luthor could read it and offer his thoughts.
So absorbed was he in this process, in this document that held so much closer to the reality they dwelt in here than the Rights of Man had managed in his beloved homeland, he did not even notice the comings and goings of others.
He was most often found writing in this place, a stack of books to reference close at hand, but today he was occupied by something else. The books, paper and quill were all at the ready (he still preferred ink and paper to that damn box that had appeared in his room, despite Combeferre's efforts to make him see the wonder of its technology), but his attention was focused on the single sheet of paper in his hands, the island's Declaration of Rights. He was reading them, over and over, letting the words shift through his mind, comparing parts of it to the Rights of Man and the Citizen, but mostly trying to construct a speech around it to use in the upcoming elections. He wanted to get it written soon so monsieur Luthor could read it and offer his thoughts.
So absorbed was he in this process, in this document that held so much closer to the reality they dwelt in here than the Rights of Man had managed in his beloved homeland, he did not even notice the comings and goings of others.