Enjolras’ father looks refined and distant in a neat dark coat and snowy cravat. His golden hair has grayed at the edges but maintains an imperious curl. His eyes are disdainful as they seek and find Enjolras, but they have always been that.
SO THIS GUY IN MY ENGLISH IS DOING A PROJECT FOR BIO WHERE HE GETS A DUCKLING TO IMPRINT ON HIM SO HE JUST CARRIES IT AROUND WITH HIM TO ALL OF HIS CLASSES AND I SWEAR THIS DUCK IS THE MOST WELL BEHAVED FUCKING POULTRY IVE EVER SEEN IT JUST SITS ON HIS DESK QUIETLY AND SOMETIMES HE PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET AND IT JUST SLEEPS LIKE WOW YOU GO DUCKY
oh god i love you dudes so much if i don’t say it enough thank you for messages like this you have no idea how much they mean to me and how i like to cuddle with them on cold bad days
there should be more of the prison fic, it was meant to be a tiny thing but nothing i start stays small! thank you thank you for reading i just adore you all i’m kind of crying about it?