“You have but one flaw, my lady,” said the other woman. “You are vain.”
“Think you so?” asked Enjolras, putting down her hairbrush.
“Yes,” said Grantaire, “but you have every reason to be.”
Concept:
Enjolras/Grantaire modern AU fic but written as Victor Hugo would have doneExample:
Chapter III: In which Enjolras and Grantaire encounter the crowd at the LouvreEnjolras, striding imposingly up stairs with Grantaire at his heels, exited the Tuileries métro onto the rue de Rivoli. They followed the road east, alongside the Jardin des Tuileries, past the statue of Jeanne d’arc, then crossed through the Jardin…[etc]…and finally arrived in front of the Pyramide du Louvre.
‘It is no less busy than usual,’ remarked Enjolras, his youthful beauty striking even in the crowd of hundreds.
‘That is what I said; even on a Tuesday morning on such an ugly day the tourists will flock to this grand triangle for the purpose of a single photograph. To have such motivation! Had I but an ounce of it for such a thing, my own portrait would be smiling on the wall alongside Mona Lisa herself,’ replied Grantaire. ‘But no matter, we are here for the heart, not the skin. And which is more important? Let us enter. If it is alright with you.’
Enjolras gently clasped his hand with a smile. ‘It is.’
Chapter IV: The Louvre
A few words on the Louvre.
[9000 words redacted]
I love this with ALL MY HEART.
I watched Les Mis in the Queen’s Theatre and I’m still crying.
When they sang “here’s to pretty girls who went to our heads”, Grantaire snorted and looked at Enjolras.
Enjolras touches Grantaire more than any other character (mostly trying to derail him, but still).
This Grantaire stood his ground repeatedly, it was lovely. Like, dirty looks when Enjolras is winding up Gavroche. Not letting him get to Marius when he needed a moment. Constantly trying to lighten the mood. Arguing with Bahorel to the point Enjolras has to mediate (which mostly consists on the derailing mentioned above but I’m not complaining).
Before Enjolras climbed the barricade for the last time, they held hands and as they were letting go, Grantaire kissed Enjolras wrist, desperately.
They don’t hold hands as they die though. Grantaire sees Enjolras fall. I can’t get over that. Not getting over that. Ever.
- Sois sérieux, dit Enjolras
- Je suis farouche, répondit Grantaire."Be serious," said Enjolras.
"I am wild," responded Grantaire.From Victor Hugo’s original handwritten draft of Les Misérables. [x]
“They fought hand to hand, foot to foot, with pistol shots, with blows of the sword, with their fists, at a distance, close at hand, from above, from below, from everywhere, from the roofs of the houses, from the windows of the wine-shop, from the cellar windows, whither some had crawled. They were one against sixty.
[…]
Marius, still fighting, was so riddled with wounds, particularly in the head, that his countenance disappeared beneath the blood, and one would have said that his face was covered with a red kerchief. Enjolras alone was not struck.” – Les Miserables–
Marius | Enjolras
The Barricade Project, Part V ~ FIN.
[Part I] [Part II] [Part III] [Part IV]
historymaker-inprocessofmoving:
Enjolras, pale, with bare neck and dishevelled hair, and his woman’s face, had about him at that moment something of the antique Themis. His dilated nostrils, his downcast eyes, gave to his implacable Greek profile that expression of wrath and that expression of Chastity which, as the ancient world viewed the matter, befit Justice.
