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Combeferre let out a small huff of frustration in response to Enjolras’ words. “Not the same.” He shook his head, taking a few shaky breaths to try and center himself enough to sit up, as Enjolras was likely not going to let him get away without taking some aspirin.

Just as he suspected, Enjolras walked back into the room with a glass of water and the medicine. Combeferre shifted into a sitting position, although a little more slumped than normal. He sighed and held out a hand, giving Enjolras a frown in response. “Fine. Hand the medicine over?” 

Combeferre took the medicine, drinking the water slowly. He knew in the rational part of his brain that he was likely overreacting because he had always been a terrible patient. But the migraines were frankly terrible. He turned his attention back to Enjolras, frowning slightly. He couldn’t quite make out all the details of his friend’s face, both from the darkness of the room and the lack of his glasses which were still on the dresser, but he knew he was likely worried. “I’m fine. Just a migraine.” His voice stayed a soft whisper and he absently rubbed his temples, trying to do whatever he could to help alleviate the pain in his head. He hated to be doted on, so he sighed and raised an eyebrow. “What about the essay?”

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#c: enjolras #p: behind those eyes

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Combeferre wasn’t sure what Enjolras was doing, but kept his eyes clenched tightly closed. Even behind his eyelids he could sense the room getting darker. The darkness was helping and he managed to let his eyelids unclench slightly, still keeping them closed against whatever light could still find its way through to his eyes and attack the pounding in his head.

The feel of Enjolras’ hand rubbing circles on his back was soothing and he relaxed slightly. The questions made him frown again, his voice a soft whisper. “Can’t move. Sick.” 

Combeferre grumbled, turning his head to hide his eyes against the pillow he had curled up against. A soft sigh escaped his lips and he curled up tighter. The pounding in his head didn’t seem to relent and he felt like his head was splitting and he wanted to do anything to make it stop.

Behind Those Eyes | open

#c: enjolras #p: behind those eyes

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Combeferre tried to ignore the pounding in his head and let his mind slip off to sleep, but his brain didn’t seem to want to let him have that small relief. He curled up into a tighter ball, trying to block out all the rest of the light that was still somehow streaming through and past the curtains. Thankfully the townhouse was quiet for now, but knowing everyone who lived here, that wasn’t likely to last for too long. 

The sound of the main door closing made Combeferre growl. He crossed his fingers that it was Feuilly coming to sleep or perhaps the stray crashing on their couch. The door to their shared bedroom opened and Enjolras’ voice came in. He flinched at the noise, a small whine slipping through his lips. He regreted the unconscious reactions to the noises around him and curled tighter to try blocking out the sounds, feeling like he would be sick just from the sound.

When Enjolras laid a hand on his arm, Combeferre relaxed slightly to try and let him know it was okay without having to speak, barely managing to keep from flinching at the noise from Enjolras’ words. He managed to answer in a barely audible whisper. “Migraine. Bad.” He kept his eyes clenched shut, trying to mentally will the headache to go away.

Behind Those Eyes | open

#c: enjolras #p: behind those eyes

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Behind Those Eyes | open

Combeferre grumbled to himself as he walked into the townhouse, flinching at the sound of the door slamming behind him. The sound made his head pound even harder, but he couldn’t deny the furious anger boiling in him. The day had been horrible and with the migraine pounding in his head, it looked like it would only get worse. He pushed his glasses up on the top of his head, rubbing his eyes with a sigh. 

The room was too bright, and with everyone living in the townhouse, it was sure to be too loud soon enough as well. He made his way as quietly as possibly to the room he shared with Enjolras and Courfeyrac, dropping his bag by the door and moving to try and make the room as dark as possible. He carefully put away his glasses and laid down on the bed, curling up and resting his head on his arm. If the migraine was going to claim his entire evening, then at least he would try to sleep and pass the time quicker.

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Combeferre sighed with a small shrug at the mention of Dr. Lamarque’s classes. While he wasn’t officially taking the classes, he still showed up for them and Dr. Lamarque was someone Combeferre had come to admire. “I’m sure that Dr. Lamarque will understand us missing a day of class. And I’ll call his office later and leave a message. You just lay back and relax.” 

At Enjolras’ remark about talking about him, Combeferre simply laughed before nodding at Courfeyrac’s words, watching Enjolras take the medicine. Courfeyrac’s joke about being a nurse caused Combeferre to burst out laughing, shaking his head as he tried to calm himself before he accidentally woke any of the others in the townhouse. He managed to calm down to just a few chuckles and smirked at Courfeyrac. “Well there are people who hunt after doctors for their private entertainments, so I suppose I should be asking if you have any secret desires you’re keeping from us?” He winked playfully to Courfeyrac, barely keeping the laughter from exploding again.

Combeferre settled back into the bed, smiling softly to himself as Enjolras laid his head in his lap. He hummed absently, letting his fingers run through Enjolras’ hair. “Mhm, sure. If you’re doing better you can go back to classes tomorrow. For now, you rest.” He continued to absently run his fingers through Enjolras’ hair, wrapping an arm around Courfeyrac. He let his eyes slowly close, just relaxing between his two favorite people, not sleeping but not fully awake.

If I Needed Someone [ Triumvirate ]

#p: if i needed someone #c: courfeyrac #c: enjolras

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Combeferre bit his lip at Courfeyrac’s reaction to his scolding. He hadn’t meant to be that harsh, he just felt very strongly about education and the idea of it being wasted, especially from his friends who knew the injustice the education system was rife with, stung just a little. He sighed and shook his head. “I’m sorry, Fey. I didn’t mean to be so harsh.” 

Courfeyrac’s laughter was contagious and Combeferre felt his face spreading into a big smile. He continued absently running his fingers through Courfeyrac’s hair, letting the motion and the familiarity calm him down even more. He glanced up at Courfeyarc’s hand, chuckling with a smile. “Yeah. The swan. Good.” He reached and took Courfeyrac’s hand, giving his knuckles a quick kiss before reaching and pointing to another constellation. “And that one?”

when I get home [open]

#c: courfeyrac #p: when I get home

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Combeferre continued to frown at Enjolras’ stubbornness. At least they had managed to get him back into pajamas and in bed again. Enjolras’ comment about getting sick as well only made Combeferre laugh, although whether it was the actual comment or the attempted glare. “You forget it’s hard for me to get sick in general. Plus I grew up with siblings and a dad who owns a pharmacy. I’ll be fine.”

Covering a yawn, Combeferre moved to sit on the bed beside Enjolras, ready to push him back down if he tried to get up and leave or do work. “You forget, I don’t have classes. And like I said, it’s my day off. So you’re stuck with me today. Might as well get comfortable.” He crossed his arms over his chest, giving Enjolras a frown.

Courfeyrac’s suggestion was a valid one, but knowing Enjolras, Combeferre was a little reluctant to try that method. “Maybe if Enjolras wasn’t, well, Enjolras. He’s probably already partially dehydrated and if it gets too hot today, I don’t want to risk it.” He shrugged with a slightly sheepish smile. “Plus I can’t handle heat myself so I don’t like forcing it on people. If he doesn’t get any better by tonight, we’ll change treatment methods. For now,” he turned to Enjolras with another frown, “we have to keep the patient resting and in bed.”

If I Needed Someone [ Triumvirate ]

#c: enjolras #c: courfeyrac #p: if i needed someone

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Combeferre sighed at Courfeyrac’s answer. Of course, he had faith in Courfeyrac’s intelligence and knowing how to handle his classes, it was just a waste to Combeferre to skip classes. And astronomy was a fascinating subject. “I won’t apologize for chastising you about your classes. It’s important. And knowing how there are plenty of people out in the world who would do anything to be able to simply go to your same classes but can’t for one reason or another ... well, just remember you’re privileged to have an education.” 

Biting his lip a little anxiously, Combeferre turned his attention back towards the sky. He took a deep breath, trying to bring himself back to a calm and comfortable mindset. After all, Courfeyrac really didn’t mean any harm or do anything wrong. At his words, Combeferre chuckled again, shaking his head. “It’s not a whale. Although that would be one way to prove a point. Of course, since that’s Pegasus, I suppose the point would be invalidated on that technicality as well.” He grinned before starting to run his fingers through Courfeyrac’s hair again.

when I get home [open]

#c: courfeyrac #p: when I get home #((FINALLY BACK))

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Combeferre frowned at Enjolras’ arguments. “I don’t care if you have classes all day, you won’t make it out that door if you tried. And I’m not just saying that because I would drag you back inside.” He knew that Enjolras kept himself busy and that today was a packed schedule day, but Combeferre also knew that if Enjolras didn’t rest and take care of himself, it would be something more serious than just a little bug.

When Enjolras tried to move around him, Combeferre moved along with him, instinctively reaching his arms to catch Enjolras. Combeferre scoffed, shaking his head before scooping Enjolras up into his arms. “I told you, you’re not going anywhere except back to bed, Julien. You nearly collapsed just trying to get out the door. Now stop fighting and wasting your energy.” 

Combeferre carefully walked back into the bedroom, turning to Courfeyrac and chuckling for a moment at the state of his hair. “Just some aspirin and water right now. It might be too hot for tea, and with his fever, I want to try and get that down. Thanks, Fey.” He gave Courfeyrac a smile before gently sitting Enjolras down on the bed, giving him a frown. “Now, you can either get back into your pajamas on your own now, or when you fall asleep I’ll change you out. It’s your choice.” He raised an eyebrow in question. 

If I Needed Someone [ Triumvirate ]

#c: enjolras #c: courfeyrac #p: if i needed someone

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Combeferre woke up early in the morning, not having been able to sleep much the night before. He had been worried about Enjolras the entire time he was at his parents’ house, as he knew it was a strained relationship at best. Combeferre crept into the kitchen early in the morning and had started some coffee, having a cigarette, rather than tossing and turning or just laying in bed staring at the ceiling.

Hearing noises coming from the bedroom, Combeferre frowned as he stood and started towards the bedroom. Courfeyrac would probably still be asleep and Enjolras shouldn’t be up, especially if Combeferre’s’ worries were warranted. He heard the raspy voice and walked over, stopping right in front of Enjolras, arms crossed over his chest with a frown. “The only place you’re heading is back to bed.” He reached and gently pressed a hand against Enjolras’ forehead, sighing at the temperature. “Back in bed, now, Julien. And don’t even try to argue with me.” He gently pulled the strap of Enjolras’ bag, blocking his way to the exit. “Come on. I’m off today, if I have to, I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you around all day. You’re going to take it easy today.” He sighed and leaned in to press a light kiss to Enjolras’ cheek, frowning to himself at the heat from Enjolras’ skin. “We can lay in bed and I’ll read to you, or listen to a record, or the best idea - sleep.”

If I Needed Someone [ Triumvirate ]

It’s been three days since getting back from his parents house and he’s been keeping himself busy trying to make up for all the lost time he could have been working on the rally he’d planned for the end of the month.  He barely sleeps, when he does its in short fitful bursts. 

Come monday he’d returned to classes but in a daze, head feeling a little fuzzy and throat sore he’d come home with impeccable notes but little memory of the subjects that had been discussed. He prepares himself tea and goes to bed at two in the morning that night. 

The next morning his room is spinning and blurry at the edges. He raises a hand to his pounding head and finds his skin searing too the touch. He forces himself to sit up anyways and get out of bed.  He had a class this morning, and he must attend.

He dresses carefully, because the room keeps tilting as soon as he’s managed to find his balance again and he’s almost fallen twice now just trying to pull on a pair of pants. It takes some time but he does eventually manage to get fully clothed and bag packed and he’s ready to head out the door. 

“I’m heading out.” he announces, voice raspy, to whoever is up and moving about the apartment in the early morning. 

#c: enjolras #p: if i needed someone

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Combeferre watched Courfeyrac laugh, smiling softly. “Yeah, we’d have time to get everyone settled and for sure free. And then we’ll all head out to the countryside somewhere and I’ll show you all the stars and constellations that you can imagine.” He continued gently carding his fingers through Courfeyrac’s hair and smiling to himself.

At Courfeyrac’s remark, Combeferre chuckled, shaking his head. “Why haven’t you gone to astronomy in weeks, Fey? Do you need help studying or something?” He frowned, a little concerned before chuckling. “Close. It is an animal.” 

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#c: courfeyrac #p: when I get home

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Combeferre was so relaxed and into the music that he didn’t realize he wasn’t alone in the room before a voice spoke up. He jumped, glancing around nervously before smiling to Bahorel and relaxing back again. “Her voice is the kind you feel like you can just reach out and touch.” 

Closing his eyes, Combeferre took a drag from his cigarette. “She’s a true lady. And her voice is heavenly.” He smiled before chuckling softly. “You think she’s as good in person?”

Groovin’

#c: bahorel #p: groovin'

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Combeferre could tell that Eponine wasn’t accustomed to having people care for her and worry, and that made him wish that she would accept his concern and worry for her even more. The fact that she hasn’t had those things in her life before makes him want to lavish her in them even more. “You do deserve it, Ep. And besides, when are you going to understand, it’s not a matter of deserving it - you just need to accept it. Because we’re all a stubborn group.”

Combeferre let his mind wander, content to stare out at the sunrise lighting the city. It was a beautiful sight and he closed his eyes for a moment, just letting the warmth of the sun start to peek into his body. He jumped slightly at the feel of arms wrapping around him before glancing back and seeing it was Eponine and relaxing slightly. “Thanks.” 

All The Lonely People ((OPEN))

#c: eponine #p: all the lonely people

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Groovin’

Combeferre walked into the townhouse, moving through to drop his bag in the room where he slept before kicking off his shoes and shrugging out of his jacket and shirt, leaving the undershirt and pants on before padding back into the common room, record in his hand. He headed over to the record player, carefully setting up the new record and starting the music, careful to keep it from being too loud and waking anyone who might be napping. Even if it was the afternoon, he knew several of the others kept unconventional hours and he didn’t want to disturb anyone. He just felt the need for some good music. The record store down the block from his work had been playing a new song from Aretha Franklin, and he had stepped inside and after a chat with the guy working this afternoon, bought the record. 

The soulful music spilled from the record player and Combeferre smiled, relaxing slightly before going to the kitchen and getting a glass of water and walking back to sit in one of the chairs. He lit a cigarette and relaxed back in the chair, closing his eyes with a smile as he listened, tapping the fingers on his other hand against the glass.

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Combeferre smiled as Courfeyrac got comfortable, absently starting to run his fingers through Courfeyrac’s hair. He chuckled watching him trace a few of the constellations before nodding with a shrug at his question. “We could try. I mean, I don’t think anyone would really object to it. Feuilly might take some convincing with as much as he works, and we’d need to get details sorted so everyone could get the time off. But it would be fun.”

He smiled before taking Courfeyrac’s hand and tracing along another constellation. “What do you think that one is?” He grinned at Courfeyrac, having picked a more abstract looking constellation.

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#c: courfeyrac #p: when I get home

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Combeferre frowned and shook his head at Eponine’s own stubbornness. “It isn’t a waste of my time.” He sighed and stood, pacing absently before stopping at her words. He turned back to her and sat back down beside her. “Eponine, we will always be here for you and care for you. I understand it can be a bit overwhelming at times, but trust me, we’re not going anywhere and we all genuinely care about you.”

He stood, shaking his head as he walked back away from her. He had no misconceptions about what people thought about him. Even if his friends didn’t think so, that didn’t change the fact that most people would sooner spit in his face that speak to him. That was just one of the reasons he cared so much about his friends and didn’t want anything to happen to them. Because they treated him like an actual human being instead of some monster or less than human.

Combeferre sighed with a shrug. “And that’s just one of the reasons I don’t want anything to happen to you, Ep. You’re one of the few people who see me as a person, not some kind of beast or monster.” He turned his eyes back to the skyline, slight frown still on his face.

All The Lonely People ((OPEN))

#c: eponine #p: all the lonely people