Generally when I say ‘I ship E/R’ I mean ‘it was a sad, ambiguous little unrequited love story about the power of placing another person above yourself, and it makes me cry, and I love it’ rather than…

…well, than anything else really. I sort of like the ambiguity- was Grantaire more in love with Enjolras the man or Enjolras the idea, did it really matter since they were practically one and the same, would they have ever been able to have a healthy relationship under other circumstances (probably not, but you never know), what did Enjolras think of him in their last moments…

So half the time it’s not even a requited love when I read or write about it, but that’s okay, because I always figured the…well, the point of that whole tiny little subplot was basically ‘even if you’re about as lost and low as a person can get, if you love someone enough to die for them that’s all you need’. (You sentimental old bastard, Hugo, you pulled that trick a lot…)

I think for me, the ‘count me in’, the last request, the handgrasp and the smile is all I need, I like it best as a love-as-redemption story rather than a they-lived-happily-ever-after story. Although that’s nice too of course…