"Well, I don't dare much ELSE at the moment, and I doubt I should do more than ask, just in case." Enjolras shrugs a little, shivering in spite of himself, and makes his way over closer, trying to look at the other man like Combeferre would look at him.
Something's happened to him, something bad, and unseen, while Enjolras, himself seems fine. He suspects he's going to stay fine too, for most of this, which is sort of infuriating. Enjolras, after all, has some diplomatic pull here. He's not much officially, but he IS a citizen of a country that's not going to take lightly to his being detained at all, and he was wearing... He glances down, noticing the sudden lack of any weight on his ring finger and then pales considerably, a hand going to his earlobe and tugging too, where, yeah, his earrings are gone too.
Those are much more important to him, in the scheme of things, but his ring...that's definitely more important to anybody else and he's feeling his mind going into a bit of an organized panic that it's missing. Sure, he can get another one, but if there's anyone here who stands opposed to the order, he could be in a lot of trouble right this moment.
And if not...he could still be in trouble when he's back, for giving them away. He doubts he'll get kicked out or anything, but there's probably a long conversation with someone in his future, in which he disappoints someone he admires very much.
All the same, those are small things to pay, he reminds himself, forcing on the moment for now, and the fact that the man in front of him is someone who, obviously, has not as much support as he does in this. Someone who they feel like they have a RIGHT to hurt. The fact anyone could... his eyes go from confused and worried to angry in about a moment flat, eyes glazing over like ice.
"You refused...you're one of their own and they do this to you?" It sounds barbaric. Unthinkable, but there they are.
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Date: 2016-05-15 04:55 am (UTC)Something's happened to him, something bad, and unseen, while Enjolras, himself seems fine. He suspects he's going to stay fine too, for most of this, which is sort of infuriating. Enjolras, after all, has some diplomatic pull here. He's not much officially, but he IS a citizen of a country that's not going to take lightly to his being detained at all, and he was wearing... He glances down, noticing the sudden lack of any weight on his ring finger and then pales considerably, a hand going to his earlobe and tugging too, where, yeah, his earrings are gone too.
Those are much more important to him, in the scheme of things, but his ring...that's definitely more important to anybody else and he's feeling his mind going into a bit of an organized panic that it's missing. Sure, he can get another one, but if there's anyone here who stands opposed to the order, he could be in a lot of trouble right this moment.
And if not...he could still be in trouble when he's back, for giving them away. He doubts he'll get kicked out or anything, but there's probably a long conversation with someone in his future, in which he disappoints someone he admires very much.
All the same, those are small things to pay, he reminds himself, forcing on the moment for now, and the fact that the man in front of him is someone who, obviously, has not as much support as he does in this. Someone who they feel like they have a RIGHT to hurt. The fact anyone could... his eyes go from confused and worried to angry in about a moment flat, eyes glazing over like ice.
"You refused...you're one of their own and they do this to you?" It sounds barbaric. Unthinkable, but there they are.
"I'm real. I don't have plans to leave."