Orestes drunk and Pylades absent
It was not unusual to find Enjolras spending his afternoon in a corner of the Hub, surrounded by books and absorbed in reading or writing. What was less usual was the titles of the books--Les 120 journées de Sodome, ou l'École du libertinage, Justine ou les Malheurs de la vertu, La Philosophie dans le boudoir, among other of de Sade's works. Also of particular note was the half-empty bottle of palm wine perched within easy reach.
The man himself was perusing Aline et Valcour, a very unfamiliar smirk on his face as he slumped in his chair, clothes and hair disheveled. The book was tossed to the floor unceremoniously as Enjolras reached for the wine, drinking straight from the bottle and grabbing the next book on the pile. The books were certainly better than the history and political books he'd been wasting so many hours reading, he'd give them that much. Neither book served any real purpose, but at least de Sade's novels provided entertainment.
[Set to mid-afternoon. If your pup is female and pretty he will hit on her. All T's welcome. :D]
The man himself was perusing Aline et Valcour, a very unfamiliar smirk on his face as he slumped in his chair, clothes and hair disheveled. The book was tossed to the floor unceremoniously as Enjolras reached for the wine, drinking straight from the bottle and grabbing the next book on the pile. The books were certainly better than the history and political books he'd been wasting so many hours reading, he'd give them that much. Neither book served any real purpose, but at least de Sade's novels provided entertainment.
[Set to mid-afternoon. If your pup is female and pretty he will hit on her. All T's welcome. :D]