nisiedrawsstuff:“O tempora, o mores,” Enjolras said, frowning as he rubbed under Comet’s chin. He di
nisiedrawsstuff:“O tempora, o mores,” Enjolras said, frowning as he rubbed under Comet’s chin. He didn’t seem to be quoting Cicero with the healthy amount of sarcasm that was needed, and looked like he was maintaining the sort of righteous anger towards high finance which was quite sexy but ultimately futile. It felt like the right moment to kiss someone whose image he’d lasso tooled into dozens of absurd situations.Grantaire leaned in. Enjolras stopped petting the dog.illustrated my favorite part of the latest chapter of coptaire (An Officer and a Gentleman by Sath)! -- source link