<b><p></b> <b></b> At the ABCs, Enjolras is sitting with Courfeyrac and Feuilly. Grantaire is drinking a bottle of wine while leaning on the piano and laughing with Marius and Joly...<p/><b>Enjolras:</b> Is he looking?<p/><b>Courfeyrac:</b> Nope. Not now.<p/><b>Feuilly:</b> *giggle*<p/><b>Enjolras:</b> what?</b> <p/><b>Feuilly:</b> Look at you! You just look as a silly teenager!<p/><b>Enjolras:</b> shut up! *blushes and look at Grantaire*<p/><b>Grantaire:</b> *look at Enjolras that's blushing and angry and giggles*<p/><b>Enjolras:</b> *blushes even more and look at Courfeyrac*<p/><b>Courfeyrac:</b> *laughs*<p/></p><p/></p>
Has anyone considered Grantaire who loves skydiving? He’d love the rush, and no doubt go with Bahorel. Until he finds out Enjolras thinks skydiving is reckless and a waste of time. So he makes a bet with Enj that if he can make it through a meeting and actually contribute, he has to go skydiving with R.
It’s only once they’re on the plane that he realises Enjolras is afraid of heights. But as stubborn as he is, he makes the jump, partnered up with R. And he ends up actually enjoying it, although he’d never mention it to Grantaire, who’s smirking as though he knows exactly what Enjolras is thinking.
victor hugo at some point: LISTEN im gonna take this character and relate him to gay greeks as much as possible while also adding character traits, then im gonna take this other character and talk abt how gay he is for that one, while also comparing him to gay greeks, and the second one is gonna tell him that he only believes in that character while he is cynical about everything else,,,, then to top it all off,,,,, theyre gonna DIE while HOLDING HANDS.
some literature fuck: so,,, what your saying is,,, Theyre Straight
Concept: Enjolras/Grantaire modern AU fic but written as Victor Hugo would have done
Example: Chapter III: In which Enjolras and Grantaire encounter the crowd at the Louvre
Enjolras, 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.’