Iris Message/Action

[weneedasign]

[Enjolras stares at the rainbow, trying to hold himself as he normally does.

Except that's difficult when one has red rimmed eyes from crying and is all but hiding in his red hoodie. Still he's looking at the rainbow like he's about to say something. He opens his mouth, but is unable to get any words out. Licking his lips he starts again, then sighs, shaking his head.

Okay. This was a bad idea. In the end he can only manage a very quiet.]

Be careful if you enter the woods.

[Before ending the Iris Message.

For anyone who is curious/would like to actually seek Enjolras out they might be able to find him in two places.

A) At the archery range, letting arrow after arrow fly without any mind to any injuries he might be receiving. 

or

B) Lying on his bed in the Apollo cabin not really speaking much, though he does try to retain a sense of normalcy whenever he sees Maya.]

Comments

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[weneedasign]

[That makes Enjolras' eyes widen, and anger to replace his sorrow even for a moment.]

Bastards...

[His mouth sets in a thin line.]

I am sorry, Alcuin. If there's anything I can do for you, let me know.

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[unstinting]

Thanks.

[He looks away, not trusting his expression right now.]

The same goes for you. If there's anything you need.

Re: action

[weneedasign]

I'll remember that. Thank you.

[At another time the corners of his mouth might have twitched up into a smile, but today he just looks down. He doesn't trust his expression either.]

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[unstinting]

If you wouldn't mind, I could use some archery pointers.

[Staying busy is working for him, and nobody's as good at archery as Apollo's children.]

Re: action

[weneedasign]

[Staying busy, it's exactly what Enjolras has been trying to do. Keep himself distracted.

Possibly not the healthiest decision but it was working.]

I'd be happy to give you some.

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[unstinting]

[Alcuin's been working himself into the ground.]

Thank you.

[He picks up his bow again to loose a few more arrows at the target. He's good, but not good. Not yet.]

Derp forever late OTL; sorry

[weneedasign]

[He nods in response. Really there's nothing to thank him for. He's happy for the distraction, he should be thanking Alcuin.

He watches him take aim, arms crossed over his chest.]

Try aiming a bit higher.