The times when Enjolras had the desire, the patience and the humility to work with the laptop that had appeared in his room nearly a year ago were few, but this was one of them. He was seated at his desk, brow furrowed in concentration as he applied what he'd learnt in previous trials: how to use the touchpad and click, that the little pictures ( Read more... )

Enjolras had spent the day alone, mostly thinking. It had been a difficult week for him, and the reminder of what had happened in Paris, so soon after his failed council run, had led him to a rather dark place. In Paris he had been a failed revolutionary; here he was a failed politician. Was failure all he would accomplish? He felt lost here, ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Enjolras had spent a restless New Year's Day. The weather outside was not favourable to walking, so he'd had to resort to pacing the dank passage from the basement of the compound to the island's caves to assuage his need for movement, for action, though it did not keep him from thinking. Each time the previous night's scene played in his mind's ( Read more... )

Enjolras had thought about Serena's advice, weighing the pros and cons for a few days before acting. There was no reason to rush into a rash act, after all. It had nothing to do with his own nervousness about Combeferre's reaction, he was a leader of men. One man's emotions was not nearly enough to make him quake with fear or anxiety. Or so he told ( Read more... )

Enjolras was relieved to be back in his own body, more than he could say. He'd felt so out of control in Harkness' body, so unable to control urges that had been utterly alien to him. Things between him and Michael had been a bit awkward, but it seemed they had unspeakingly agreed to simply pretend it had not happened, which suited Enjolras just ( Read more... )

The prospect of making a life on the island was no more appealing with sleep, food and a few days to get used to the idea. Most of the people he'd encountered didn't speak french, there were ridiculous things like the music machine and the 'magical' bookshelf...the only thing that made it tolerable was the simple fact that Combeferre was here, ( Read more... )