(Ooh, how interesting! Okay, have some canon-era urban fantasy/mythology AU, with satyr!Grantaire. It’s, um, pretty angsty.)
The years are long and much has changed. The years are long and humans march onwards, and the line between Satyr and Faun is thin - a distinction of duty rather than appearance. The years are long, and Grantaire has moved north, where the streets of Paris may be cold, but they are more welcoming than those to the warmer south of France.
The years are long, and he has lost himself in a maenad.
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