enjolras plus

no offense but i judge the entirety of a les miserables production on how hot the actor playing enjolras is

“You would have said, to see the thoughtful reflection in his eye, that he had already, in some preceding existence, passed through the revolutionary apocalypse.” – Les Misérables

Enjolras | Photography 

Others in this series: Marius | Combeferre

Follower Count

Grantaire rolled over in bed to stare at Enjolras, who was hunched over his laptop at the desk, continually clicking on something and uttering a low, “Damn it.”

“The fuck?” Grantaire asked, succinctly, blinking blearily at him before asking in a slightly more verbose way, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Enjolras said, but with a slightly guilty tone to his voice. He swiveled around in the desk chair to give Grantaire his most charming smile. “Go back to bed. I’ll make you coffee when I’m done.”

Ordinarily, the combination of a promise of coffee plus Enjolras’s winning grin would have Grantaire somewhere between catatonic and giddy, but not today. Instead he stood slowly, rolling his shoulders and stretching before padding over to where Enjolras still sat, transfixed again on his computer screen.

Grantaire leaned down and rested his chin on top of Enjolras’s head, his forehead creasing in a frown as he looked at the computer. “Tumblr?” he asked, surprised. “What SJW crusade are you leading now that has you up this early?”

Though he couldn’t see Enjolras’s face from his current position, he could feel him roll his eyes. “It’s not—” Enjolras started, hotly, then broke off, sighing. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” Grantaire said, his frown deepening because his lack of understanding had never once deterred Enjolras before. Enjolras just shook his head and Grantaire moved away to scowl at him, crossing his arms in front of his chest and about to go off on him until— “Are you blushing?”

“No!” said Enjolras, who was roughly the color of his favorite scarlet blazer by this point.

Grantaire raised an eyebrow. “Were you watching porn?”

Enjolras gave him a look that would have scalded a cat. “Of course not,” he said scathingly. “It’s just—”

He broke off again, this time because something on his refreshed tumblr page caught his eye, and suddenly, unexpectedly, he grinned widely, raising one fist in silent victory. Grantaire just stared at him, dumbfounded, as he stood, turning to kiss Grantaire’s cheek and to tell him breathlessly, “I’ll go make coffee now.”

Grantaire stared at him as he left before leaning over, trying to see what in the world had made Enjolras so happy. At first, he saw nothing out of the ordinary, but then, he noticed.

And then he groaned. Loudly.

“You are the nerdiest nerd to ever nerd,” he called, and from the kitchen he could hear Enjolras start whistling cheerfully. Grantaire slumped down into the chair and buried his head in his arms. “This is the man I’ve chosen to love,” he said to no one in particular, his voice muffled. “This is my life, these are my choices.”

Enjolras’s whistling just grew louder and Grantaire groaned again. And on Enjolras’s tumblr page, the follower count remained 1832.

A little gift to all you delightful people because my follower count just broke 1800. Which is incredible and completely inexplicable and I love you all so very, very much. So thank you, all!