Horror Stories On Top of a Pretty Blond Man

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Another fanmix. This one is for Gnomon, an amazing fanfic by luchia on AO3.

A Poem

I wrote a poem for this ExR fanfic (Novelesque Diary) by Ryssabeth on AO3.

You blink your eyes open

As sunlight pierces you

And see wisps of black

Heavy strokes on your pale

Perfect

Skin

Graceful inky swoops decorate you and,

Grasping in smoky memories,

You can just remember him—

Lamplight sparking off his hair

His fingers warm

As they brush your body

Softly

Deftly

And the cool sensation

As he writes of you

Worships you

Creates you

And you read—

"Perfect for writing stories"

On your fingers.

One shoulder blade holds

"A world made of books,

Sadness and

Shitty movies"

And a shoulder blade holds

"A world made of books

And snark

And decent literature"

You wonder what he'd write on your tongue

You think of what you'd write on him

You think he'll be the death of you

Pylades Dreams

There’s blood and the color of it surprises him—a deep and profound red. It runs around him in rivers, warm and unnerving, drowning him. And then it’s the red of Enjolras’ coat. He emits a light so pure it blinds. He calls out to him, Enjolras silhouetted against the sun. He alights on his damned barricade with awe-inspiring white wings. Unseen guns go off and he falls through blackness and is gone. There’s a flash of gold and scarlet and white light in the darkness and, though he is blinded, he stretches his hand and feels something brush past his fingers. But he is clumsy and cannot quite grasp it. He knows he has failed again. Then he is falling through a world of red, stomach flipping and body tensing, waiting for the bone-shattering impact of earth and there is nothing but blood.
But it smells like alcohol.
I have no idea what this is. I was thinking about the fact that, in the brick, Grantaire is sleeping through most of the activity of the barricade and only awakes just before Enjolras is shot. This is, apparently, a dream sequence. Don't even ask.