WIP
OMG nisie is drawing again?!! maybe she will even start drawing well again?!!
(ugh seriously i hate everything i have been drawing lately, maybe i won’t hate this one, we’ll see)
Oh gosh, would you look at his eyelashes. ::breathes out slowly:: This is such achingly lovely work. I mean, Enjolras is not a peaceable person. He’s angelic in the old sense, as a herald nearly too terrifying to look upon; even his beauty can be savage; for a future of happiness, freedom, and equality he stands in a grave where he knows he will drown, a monstrous hero. But it’s really rather impossible for me to think of him as only these things, no matter how marvelously complicated such attributes happen to be. Whatever else Hugo wanted him to be (symbol, allegory, warning) Enjolras’s fuller humanity is where he resonates for me, and what I think when I see Nisie’s WIP here is, yes, he’s a soldier, he will kill as necessary and he will accept his own death; he has given himself up to this cause; and yet. He must also be so weary and, beneath the fierce bravery, in some ways so very heartbroken.
‘I am about to die, and thou shalt be born again with me’ is Enjolras’s (::cough::Hugo’s::cough::) proverbial brand of wrenching optimism — it takes the edge off a little, just a little, to imagine he and Grantaire are having a grand old time on some barricade beyond this mortal coil — but jesus it makes my chest hurt to think they didn’t get to hold each other when they were actually alive (um, alive as fictional people. You know). This drawing is like the best kind of wish fulfillment, and it still hurts like hell and makes me want to weep for an hour or two. LOVE SO MUCH LOVE.