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cont.: Sagramolly
It takes a while for one tipsy knight and two attentive young hangers-on to make it up the stairs in anything like order. But they manage it eventually, and Courfeyrac goes in ahead of the others to switch on the light and turn down the covers, mussed though they already are. -
openesque
Courfeyrac is sprawled on Sagramore's bed in shirt and pants, reading in the slanting afternoon light from the windows. Anyone who likes to bother him -- anyone with free access to Sagramore's room, that is, which narrows it down ever so much -- would no doubt be welcome. -
for Sagramore
Conversation concluded, Courfeyrac goes upstairs and lets himself into Sagramore's room, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. -
(Untitled)
Courfeyrac is sitting on one of the porch seats, his arms folded on the railing and his chin on his arms, looking out over the lawn a little pensively. The sunshine is his element; he looks particularly well in it, for all his expression is unusually grave.
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Anti-OTP: Courfeyrac/Justitia
Courfeyrac had it in mind to visit Sagramore this afternoon, but when he came to the door there were very distinctly voices behind it; not particularly amorous voices, but familiar ones, and Courfeyrac wisely forbore to interrupt.
Now he's down by the porch steps, attempting not to mope. -
Anti-OTP Post
Courfeyrac is sitting on the porch railing, with an arm wound around one of the supports, looking out toward the lake and the distant woods, a little wistfully.
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Open post
The day is fine, the sun is shining on the lake, the grass is thick and soft. Courfeyrac is stretched out on the lawn, his sleeves rolled up and one arm above his head, drowsing contentedly among the dandelions. -
Attn: Molly Seagrim
Along about six o'clock there is a knock at Molly's door; this proves to be a complacent-looking Sagramore, accompanied by a tall, curvy, auburn-haired girl with a peculiarly familiar giggle, wearing one of Courfeyrac's shirts.