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[but_civilization]

[Here is a very squinty look as Combeferre looks out, er... tries to look out at the network, anyway.]


It having been a long several weeks, this may not be the best of times to ask some medically related questions, but I have been getting my headaches...migraines, you call them, in the future, with more frequency since my spectacles were, ah, destroyed in the corridors a while ago by what I think was meant to be a ghost of my...

[What exactly IS Marius to him, right now? Combeferre had never liked the man so much as he had been completely baffled by him, a bafflement that had lead to his giving Marius a cooler reception than he probably deserved, and he had wanted to like the man for a while, even here. That was, up until Eponine, and, while he will not say that Marius should have returned Eponine's love (particularly as that would leave him minus a girlfriend), he does believe that the younger man still ought to be worked harder to be kind to her, and he certainly was annoyed enough with ghost Marius to attack him, anyway. And then, he'd been just plain angry, and, well, it is a complicated situation, he supposes.]

Well, a ghost from my past, I think it suffices to say, and that has really nothing to do with my question. I've been having problems without my spectacles of any rate, and I have been wondering about...is there some way to create a new pair here, or to do the laser procedure I've found mentioned in some of the medical books I have been looking over, lately?

There IS still the method of waiting and seeing if a jump is kind to me, but if it cannot happen, I would be curious if there is anything else that might help me as well.

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[but_civilization]

[His lips are hot against hers, that kiss becoming deeper, hungrier than before.]

You hardly even know what I was going to say! [He's laughing, breathlessly against her lips.]

[jondrette]

It does not matter what you were going to say, [she tells him, running a hand through his hair and foregoing his broken glasses.] You must use your lips to show me rather than tell me, all the pretty things you were going to call me.

[but_civilization]

Well, then.

[Combeferre is content to shut up and to use his tongue for other purposes, in addition to his lips. It's reasonable, after all, and pretty great, and this way, he doesn't have to stumble over words that he'll probably half cobble from other lovers in books. Great as those are, he'd rather find his own way of doing things. His own...idiom, even. Hopefully it works well.]

[jondrette]

[If Eponine were a cat, she would purr, but here she was in her boyfriend's arms, on his lap, kissing him back. It's how she'd love to spend every night, from here to eternity. So she doesn't hold back when it's her turn to kiss him.]

[but_civilization]

[From here to eternity. There's something magical in that, and Combeferre is pleased, himself, kissing her until he absolutely has to come up for air. He's grinning, though, as he does it, resting his head against her shoulder for a moment there.]

I love you.

[jondrette]

I know, [She says, pressing her forehead against his.] and that is all that I need to know.

[but_civilization]

It is so strange. [He's smiling, even as his eyes look rather serious.] I did not know I was missing you through all those years, even though it would have been near impossible in Paris. I did not know know I was missing you at all, until I met you, and I knew.

But here we are. And this will always, always be enough.

[jondrette]

It is funny, is it not? I was a corpse to you. But here, I am a woman, a friend, a lover.

[but_civilization]

Fate does many things that seem so odd. Leaving me only to glimpse you in those moments, and to wonder why you had come, and then bringing us both here instead. I like the way it turned out, really. Even as odd as things here get.