Grantaire’s walk
les miserables
au where everything is exactly the same except grantaire is a reaper and the night before the revolution he gets assigned to reap enjolras
the weight of the coming revolution is crushing grantaire and other reapers stand in wait the night before it begins grantaire’s eyes are fixed on the beautiful boy in front of him wishing and willing for the target over his head to somehow disappear but it doesn’t and Grantaire knows what happens to souls when they aren’t reaped they die slowly god knows where those souls go after they rot become something lesser something evil and so grantaire deeply in love with what Enjolras is who he is now will let him die but he’ll be damned if enjolras is going to go alone not after the revolt failsnot when he is the last to go and he is alone and still so brave so grantaire takes his hand he wasn’t much of a reaper anyway and they go together
oh i like you
““Grantaire,” he shouted, “go get rid of the fumes of your wine somewhere else than here. This is the place for enthusiasm, not for drunkenness. Don’t disgrace the barricade!”
This angry speech produced a singular effect on Grantaire. One would have said that he had had a glass of cold water flung in his face. He seemed to be rendered suddenly sober.
He sat down, put his elbows on a table near the window, looked at Enjolras with indescribable gentleness, and said to him:—
“Let me sleep here.”
“Go and sleep somewhere else,” cried Enjolras.
But Grantaire, still keeping his tender and troubled eyes fixed on him, replied:—
“Let me sleep here,—until I die.”
”
Volume IV
Book Twelfth.—Corinthe
Chapter III. Night begins to descend upon Grantaire
(via roseshavesteelthorns)
“Strange contradictions of the human heart at its most sublime moments.”
#omg this is gorgeous#combeferre the egoist#forgets his own mother dammit#sweet baby#i bet his mother loved him#i bet she waited to hear from him#he was a good son#got a bit distracted sometimes with his revolutionising#but he’d write home#and no letters came#no word#until she got wind of what had befallen him#and his activities#and she just didn’t want to believe it#she’d put a candle in her window every evening hoping he was on his way home#hoping it would help him find her and his childhood home in the darkness#but he never came back#she had his things sent for#and got only some books and clothes#she’d sit with his baby clothes#lay them out and look at them all#and wonder what had happened because she’s a good woman but she doesn’t understand#she just loves him and he’d had such a future before him#she still nearly calls for him on instinct to come and have his lunch but he’s not there#he’s not there and he never will be (via punforrestpun)
……..annnnnd I’m out, goodbye world
This was made for Gavin. Thanks a lot for the recrdings of the show! I really cant thank you enough for it.
This was my first time ever drawing a member of Les Amis, but Im glad I did! Grantaire holding enjolras a revolutionary kitten. I like to think the furry little thing would come visit his grave after his death.