des super-pouvoirs

[pro_patria_mortuus]

Enjolras knocks on Prouvaire and Bahorel's door out of long habit. Their old knock, still; it matters far less now, but there's no reason to actually break that habit. But, because it's Prouvaire and Bahorel's door, and Bahorel treats it as nearly an insult of honor for a friend to actually use manners instead of barging in, he also opens the door shortly afterward.

(There is a brief pause, though, just in case a response was going to come. There are things Enjolras has no interest in walking in on, even if the room's occupants -- well, mostly Bahorel -- wouldn't care.)

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[vive_lavenir]

"Oh, yes," Jehan says, his amusement at Enjolras's reaction to Marguerite subsumed by his earnest consideration of the topic. "And they do it in ways so particular to them--Combeferre countering ignorance with philosophy. Joly looking at the pain and waste of medicine in our time, and turning to any experiment he could for an alternative. Feuilly deciding that no one should ever be abandoned by or severed from their nation. Bossuet taking bad luck and making it an opportunity to forge friendships."

A dreamy look comes over his face. "It's almost magic."

[pro_patria_mortuus]

Enjolras's face lights in response, with the earnest fervor that talking about how miraculous and amazing his friends are always inspires. "They do."

So does Prouvaire, of course. Prouvaire, you're great!

"They're inspirations, always -- all our friends. They face the great griefs and horrors of the world, and transmute them into light for a world shadowed by ignorance."

[vive_lavenir]

"Yes," Jehan murmurs, thoughtfully, "mortal Apollos all, in their way." He smiles. "Well, Combeferre is more of a Minerva, and Bossuet a Dionysus, perhaps."

[ooc: hi, I'm back, sorry for the delinquency and let me know if you'd rather just let this fade]