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[meerkats]

O P E N   S M U T   P O S T

◉ Drop a comment with one or more of your muses.
◉ Give me a prompt
◉ you can specify any of my muses whom you might like to play with, or I can pick.
◉ Everything goes, even the retired ones, but I can't guarantee good tags from them.
◉ sex!

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[poeticverses]

[Jehan has no idea what prompted his offer to model for Grantaire, a man he barely knows beyond his drinking and monologues, but he supposes it's a bit too late for that now. He's sitting here, waiting for Grantaire's instructions and wishing desperately that he had something to do with his hands. The long curls hadn't worked out for him, so his hair's too short to play with and he doesn't have a pen with him. He eventually settles on messing with the chain on his watch as he watches Grantaire.

He's then promptly distracted by the idea of playing with his watch as he watches and what that could possibly mean were he to write it down]

[cynisme]

[ Jehan Prouvaire has a look to him. He is a very pretty young man, but he is not the only pretty young man in Paris. He doesn't have perfect complexion or the rosiest lips, but his hair curls around his ears and his greenish eyes pop out against freckled skin. Sometimes, if someone gets the boy into a rage, he seems momentarily more beautiful, more of an icon of romantic fervor, but then again he slips back into a degree of respectability, and once again he is boring.

Maybe it's that passion for the cause that has Grantaire interested. He would like to capture that look in his eyes, for he could never manage to get Enjolras to sit for him.

The image would be sub par, but practice makes perfect, right?

It's a waste of time, that he's entirely aware, but he was drunker when he invited Jehan back to his shamble of a flat than he is now. He drinks from a bottle at his feet before he returns to his paper and charcoal, frowning. ]

and there it is, that naive stare. whatever you happen to be thinking about is a waste of time and not worth putting down on paper.

[poeticverses]

And are you a mindreader, my friend? Are you able to see my thoughts and tell me that they are unimportant?

[He likes the man well enough, but really now. Jehan turns to him, curious]

What expression are you looking for, then? Anger? Sadness? Lust? I can do all three, you know, and quite well. Sometimes all at once.

[cynisme]

No one is a mindreader, Prouvaire, and anyone who claims to be one is either a liar or simply aware of the human condition. I happen to be the latter, and I know how people act as you know the lines of Shakespeare or Delille. It comes from being particularly sharp of mind and lacking all motivation to do anything but listen to others talk about nothing.

[ when Grantaire speaks he speaks as if he tongue could go on forever, rattling on without the attention of his fingers or brain. They are elsewhere, rubbing against the piece of paper and dirtying the side of his hand. ]

As for the expression, do all three, let's see how well you can command your face, mon ami de poesie.