Verse 03 -- Video

[poeticverses]

[It is not a happy Jean Prouvaire who greets the world today.

Those who don't know Jehan might be able to tell that something's off. He almost looks sick, but not quite, and his clothes are in disarray. Those who do know Jehan?

They can tell right away that something is terribly wrong with the Romantic poet. He hasn't been out of his house in a few days--he hasn't left his house much at all since a few days before the snow day, actually, but in the last few days he's been a total recluse--and hasn't been seen on the network since Courfeyrac's last post. He's not looking at the feed like he normally does, his hands seem to be shaking a little, and he just seems off. Sleep has clearly been eluding the poet, too.

It takes a few minutes before he speaks. When he does, his voice is lacking his usual emotion. Still gentle, Jehan could never be anything but, but it's a bit flat]

I...I was wondering if someone...

[He bites his lip before trying again]

A-a flute. Does anyone know where I might--

[Another pause, this one longer. Jehan closes his eyes and shakes his head, reaching up to turn the feed off]

No, never mind.

[Just before he cuts the feed, the sounds of him starting to cry can be heard]

Comments

[idealisme]

[Enjolras is a little startled by the tears- he had not realised quite how affected Jehan was by this.]

You have told us now, and you meant no harm. We are all affected by the events of our death, and by our arrival on Tu Vishan. Consider it forgotten from now on.

[And he kisses him on both cheeks to emphasise this.]

[poeticverses]

[Jehan nods before pulling Enjolras into a tight hug. He knows the other isn't one for physical affection, but he needs this right now. Just for a moment]

As you say.

[idealisme]

[When it is for the right reasons, he allows it.]

Was this fear, that we would be angry with you, the cause of your unwellness yesterday?

[poeticverses]

In part. The nightmares, the stress, this whole world...everything was too much. Still is, to be perfectly honest, but I feel I can handle it a bit better.

[idealisme]

What can your friends do to help you through this, Prouvaire? I do not like seeing you so throughly changed.

[poeticverses]

Just...perhaps, remind me that I am not alone and do not let me retreat so far into myself again. I know I am one of the dreamers of our group, but I do not feel safe inside my own head just yet.

[His voice wavers a little and cracks at "my own head"]

[idealisme]

[Enjolras considers this and nods.

He thinks he possibly understands the sentiment of his mind not being an entirely welcome place- he has experienced unwarranted panic assailing him suddenly throughout the day. It is exhausting at times, not knowing what may cause it to surface, or knowing how to stop it.]

I speak with aboslute certainty when I say that you are important to both myself and the rest of our Amis. I am proud to count you a friend.

[poeticverses]

[Jehan nods and he grasps Enjolras's hand tightly]

Thank you, Michel. So very much.

[idealisme]

[He grasps it in return.]

I deserve no thanks. I say it because it is true.