those of different blood 'verse
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“And it was worth it too, wasn’t it? That landlord deserved it, abstract dancing is twenty fucking times better with fire, and we got into better housing in the end.”
The words had slipped from his mouth before he could stop himself, because Grantaire couldn’t ever seem to not say exactly what he didn’t want to. His friends' liveliness was ground to a halt like clogged gears. He could feel his heartbeat pound against his ribcage like a frantic bird and leaned back to swallow as much of his sparkling cider as he could in one gulp like it was cheap wine. One gulp, which meant all of it.
“You dance?” Courfeyrac asked, eyes alight with awe.
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- Part 1 of those of different blood 'verse