Les Miserables AU: Grantaire made Enjolras up
He knows the revolution will fail, he knows the world and his soul are both voids. He has nothing to believe in. He drinks.
From his position in the dark in the corner of the bar, he paints them all a leader- part man, part angel, leading them into battle. But his imagination only stretches so far. He takes the hand of this being he created. He dies beside him with joy. There’s still a little light in the endless darkness, there’s still a little light in him. But he can’t imagine living, let alone living with love. He buys red paint.
The barricades fall. He still drinks. His angel stares from the canvas half-accusing and half-pitying. Before long, only the paintings remain.
I fic’ed this – it’s here http://archiveofourown.org/works/1011411
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