“This smile was not ended when the report resounded. Enjolras, pierced by eight bullets, remained leaning against the wall, as though the balls had nailed him there. Only, his head was bowed. Grantaire fell at his feet as though struck by a thunderbolt.”
Can I just say that drawing a corpse standing up but also limp is really fucking hard?
I just feel like y’all should know that as their run comes to an end the current West End Enjolras has taken to kissing his Grantaire’s hand before he runs off up the barricade for the final time and I cannot think of a more perfect, awful, wonderful gesture and I want everyone to know about this (and this perfect, lovely one hundred percent deliberate
“He was frightfully ugly; the prettiest shoe-binder of that period, Irma
Boissy, revolting at his ugliness, had uttered this sentence: ‘Grantaire
is impossible,’ but Grantaire’s self-conceit was not disconcerted.“
It’s not easy to motivate others when you’re a human slouch, but R is willing to put in the hard work of not really caring either way. A birthday present for my Lovely Wife.
I love that you actually GAVE me this on time, in a frame and everything, but didn’t POST it until now. I feel this speaks to the soul of the piece, really.
Also Enjolras’ horrified face at the defiance of Cockade Physics is so great.
