Three Hearts Beating In Sync || Jehan&Grantaire&Valentina

As per normal for a Saturday night, Jehan sat near the back of the cafe in a small secluded corner where the usual hustle and bustle noises of the rest of the building couldn’t quite reach him. It was one of his favorite places to go when he wanted to think. Sitting cross-legged in one of the armchairs, he balanced a notebook on one knee and a pen in his hand.

He brought the pen to his lip and absentmindedly chewed at the cap, gazing down at the half finished poem before him, brows knitting together in frustration. After a while, he sighed and pulled out his phone, flicking to a contact he knew wouldn’t mind him bothering them at such a late hour.

[text] Hey, Val? I’m at the cafe. Can’t think. Need company. Will you come? I’ll buy cupcakes!

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    une—petite—beaute: R kicked off his paint stained shoes, not wanting to mess up Jehan’s carpet. He wandered to the...
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    une—petite—beaute: He blushed when Valentines soft fingers brished his face. “When do I ever sleep?” he asked laughing...