A week after Les Mis the movie, I took to the novel and the fandom and found a new OTP:
These two, Enjolras and Grantaire, have BROKEN MY FLIPPIN’ HEART. Basically, it’s the other unrequited love story of the book (the first being Eponine and Marius).
[introducing Grantaire] “However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras.”
Enjolras has no time for such a sceptic and the one time he does trust Grantaire with something important, he finds him playing dominoes instead. But anyway, it builds up to the scene you see in the picture up there:
Grantaire, who has a bit of an alcohol problem, misses the final battle/the deaths of all his friends due to being passed out drunk. He wakes up in time to see Enjolras about to be executed-
““He repeated: “Long live the Republic!” crossed the room with a firm stride and placed himself in front of the guns beside Enjolras.
“Finish both of us at one blow,” said he.
And turning gently to Enjolras, he said to him:
“Do you permit it?”
Enjolras pressed his hand with a smile.”
Then they get shot and die, the end. EXCEPT IT WAS SUCH A LOVELY SUBPLOT and I’m really glad a little of it made it into the movie because I might never have discovered the whole ‘ship otherwise. (Although I always planned to eventually read the book, so…)
Anyway then stuff like THIS kept happening and someone made AN ACTUAL ANIME OF THE BOOK (I haven’t had the chance to see it yet, but tumblr seems to have a lot of screenshots) and basically, I am Done.
There are men who seem to be born to be the reverse, the obverse, the wrong side. They are Pollux, Patrocles, Nisus, Eudamidas, Ephestion, Pechmeja. They only exist on condition that they are backed up with another man; their name is a sequel, and is only written preceded by the conjunction and; and their existence is not their own; it is the other side of an existence which is not theirs. Grantaire was one of these men. He was the obverse of Enjolras.
All those words: rights of the people, rights of man, the social contract, the French Revolution, the Republic, democracy, humanity, civilization, religion, progress, came very near to signifying nothing whatever to Grantaire…However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras. – Les Misérables, Volume III, Chapter I
There Is A Light That Never Goes Out (to die by your side – well the pleasure, the privilege is mine)
I should really put a background in but UGHH I’m exhausted and I really just want to post this. Maybe later.
In case you were wondering, painting with only a bunch of gifsets (from a bootleg) for reference is a fucking nightmare. Also, top things that I hate drawing includes both: curly hair and big chunks of fabric, so really, the fuck was I thinking?
They’re holding hands because I do what I want, and goddamn they’re just so cute and brave and UGHHH I CAN’T. But anyway, for those of you who were sad in the movies because there was no hand-holding, Grantaire is totally holding Enjolras at one point. I have blurry-ass caps to prove it.
No but really this scene is so damn well acted with the facial expressions and the body language and GOOOOOODDDDD WHYyyyy but yeah here you go fandom have a picture that I’m actually pretty proud of. Maybe tomorrow I’ll sort out my life.
