Enjolras approached the treehouse where he had awoken in monsieur Harkness' body with a fair level of trepidation. He was curious about the other man's alternate 'France', but he still wasn't entirely sure what spending a night learning about Alcuin's culture would entail. There were some lines he was not willing to cross, though he was trying to ( 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... )

Enjolras had found that the Hub was a good place to work, most days. The heat kept many people from frequenting it during the day when the compound was so nearby, especially those for who the artificially cooled climate of that building was not a new and wondrous novelty, but simply yet another convenience taken for granted ( Read more... )

It was just a usual day for Michael. He didn't feel like facing the sun so after getting breakfest and sticking his head in Brian's room, he'd content himself to reading some of his wealth of comic books, sitting on his bed with his back against the wall, a glass of juice sitting nearby. He'd managed to get some new ones from the book shelf the ( 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... )