‘Go sleep somewhere else,’ cried Enjolras. But Grantaire, keeping his tender, troubled eyes fixed on him answered, ‘Let me sleep here – until I die here.’
sometimes I think about that time I was in a production of les mis where I was cast as grantaire and enjolras was being played by a girl i was ridiculously and pathetically down bad for. like jesus christ the irony but anyways lesbian enjoltaire has happened at least once so you’re welcome les mis girlies. I was out there method acting.
the thing they don’t tell you about getting into les mis as a teenager is that there is no point at which you gain the capability of being normal about enjolras and grantaire. bc here’s the thing folks. grantaire asked for enjolras’s permission, to give him the honor of dying next to him. enjolras smiled and took his hand. and then they died. holding hands. and then there’s “you believe in nothing” / “i believe in you”, the sun/moon imagery, the comparisons to achilles/patroclus and orestes/pylades etc, and dont get me started on george blagden. it’s insane
