I might be going with Eva to a movie tonight so I’ll see what I can do for replies between that and dinner.
I just like it because it’s so entirely the opposite of something Enjolras would do and they’re supposed to be opposed. I def see where you’re coming from tho.
It took me a while to understand why he’s generally seen as an artist, like, I didn’t think it was emphasized any more than him being a boxer or a dancer
|| One line in the book — not even that. Grantaire just doesn’t strike me as an artist, and he outright said that he did not enjoy it (in the same sentence); I think it plays into his image of being So Very Sad and So Very Smart, but why can he not be depressed and a boxer, or a dancer? Why must it be tied into artistry always? Give Grantaire credit in that he probably understood that physical activity made him feel better (upon realizing this he most likely dropped both for drinking because it can’t be that easy).
For instance, I have always been witty; when I was a pupil of Gros, instead of daubing wretched little pictures, I passed my time in pilfering apples;
Yes but was Grantaire being serious or was he being Grantaire.
Intensely wants to rp with your character but doesn’t know how to approach.
Breathes on your shoulder.
Javert usually sleeps ramrod straight on his back, but on colder days he huddles under the sheets, arms slightly outstretched to invisible company he has never known.
Javert is more inclined to nibbling on the odd crust of bread inbetween trips out of the stationhouse. On the occasions he is forced in front of a full meal, he tends to wolf it down in all of ten minutes, much to the consternation of his superiors.
He spends the rest of the night desperately trying not to vomit because you can’t just swallow a meal after days of nothing but cheap bread and potatoes and not face some trouble. His landlady sighs and puts all her effort into not throwing her arms up and sobbing because this man is impossible.
Javert is good with animals, especially dogs. He's not a huge animal person, but he doesn't mind too much. He has an array of hair ribbons at all times, but wears one until it falls apart. He's had his hair long since he was quite young. It's hard to rattle him, be it with anger or shock or grief, but when you do it's frightening. When he's stressed--which is rare--he tends to seek isolation: a forest or something if he can, his house with the door locked and windows shuttered if he can't.
I have this headcanon that Javert fares better in hot weather. In cold weather, he is constantly cold and gets easily sick.
It’s funny because my headcanon is precisely the opposite of this.