“it suited him better to bring the human race into accord with its destiny gradually, by means of education, the inculcation of axioms, the promulgation of positive laws; and, between two lights, his preference was rather for illumination than for conflagration. A conflagration can create an aurora, no doubt, but why not await the dawn?”
Combeferre being so tall and lanky that he loses track of his limbs and he’s constantly tripping over things.
Combeferre walking into doorways and knocking his head off of it.
Combeferre dropping literally everything someone hands to him, like dropping notebooks and papers spilling out everywhere, dropping his tea on the floor like every other day and never having any mugs (feuilly helps him glue them together when he can) and for God’s sake don’t give him your baby.
Enjolras kissing all of ferre’s bruises (literally, all of them).
Enjolras always making sure they have bandaids in the house and bandaging all of ferres papercuts even though ferre gets all blushy and insists he’s fine.
Enjolras always taking care of Ferre even though he never seems to remember to take care of himself.
((Seeing that Father’s day post going around got me wanting to draw some cute Cosette with her papa… but then I got sad for Marius and Georges and then I got carried away with the Thenardiers NO SURPRISE THERE.))