a quick little Enjolras and Grantaire for soemily as a congrats for living through the bar exam!
based on her East Bay Hipster AU, in which Enjolras is a hispanic immigration lawyer moonlighting as a handyman and grantaire works at a bakery/bicycle repair co-op full of anarchist literature.
(basically my dream fic: love yourself and read it)
We make such a big deal about the drink with me moment in the 25th anniversary (and we should, it’s beautiful) but I feel like we forget about the lovely moment in the 10th anniversary concert between Grantaire and Enjolras. It’s a really tender and touching moment that not many people seem to remember.
“I have a vague ambition in that direction,” said Grantaire.
“You do not believe in everything.”
“I believe in you.”
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It’s a week since I saw Les Miserables and I’m still not fine. It got worse as I read the book, and read about these assholes and their stupid life-choices.
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.
enjolras and grantaire walking home together in mid-october and enjolras is complaining about his hands being cold and grantaire keeps telling him that they’re obviously not that cold and enjolras sticks out a hand for him to feel how cold they are, he takes it, mutters something about them not being cold enough for him to complain about it, but doesn’t let go and they both have to duck down behind their scarves because they’re b l u s h i ng
OH HKFGHFGF
I WISH I WAS BETTER AT DRAWING SO I COULD DO THIS JUSTICE.
