grantaire and enjolras

Picture this. e/R have been living together for a little while now, happily in love in and their new apartment. They decide - after much deliberation and detailed discussions about how often they’ll be home to keep it company and who’ll be in charge of picking up the food - to get a pet.

The only problem? Grantaire is a dog person and Enjolras is a cat person.

They bicker for DAYS about which to get, each trying to win the other over to their side because “OBVIOUSLY dogs are better, and here’s all the reasons why,” “What PLANET are you on, CATS are CLEARLY superior, and here’s all the reasons why”

They try getting the rest of their friends to weigh in on one side or the other to help them decide, but the field is split evenly down the middle, and eventually they decide to just go down to the local shelter and see what’s there, because maybe something’ll click.

They’re introduced to a whole lot of cats and a whole lot of dogs, and they each have their favourites but nothing really clicks.

Until.

There’s one cage that has a dog AND a cat in it, and the cat is sitting curled up in between the dog’s front paws and is hissing at them, and the dog is lying there wriggling and wagging his tail as he watches them approach.

They ask the shelter volunteer, and she says that these two come as a pair; their old owner went into a nursing home and couldn’t care for them any more, and the two of them refuse to be separated.

Grantaire’s grinning already, because he’s pretty sure that they’re going to be going home with these two animals, but he keeps himself in check because they’re not QUITE there yet.

So they go in to meet the two animals, and the dog bounds up to Grantaire the second he steps inside while the cat bolts off to a shelf in the back corner to glower at them all from a better vantage point, and Enjolras follows, making soothing noises.

Ten minutes later grantaire is on his back on the floor while the dog slobbers all over his face, and Enjolras is standing with a disgruntled-but-no-longer-hissing cat in his arms who is pretending to hate the chin rub he’s getting but who in fact is leaning into the touch.

They take the pair home and settle them in, and all their friends come around the next day to meet the two additions and fawn over them, and the cat spends the time balanced on the curtain rail and glaring at the lot of them and hissing whenever anyone getz too close, while the dog can’t decide who his favourite is because he’s getting pets from EVERYONE and it’s AMAZING.

The cat and the dog sleep in the laundry the first few nights, but somehow within a week have migrated to e/R’s room, and the dog sleeps at the end of the bed and the cat sleeps on their feet and hisses when one of them moves during the night, and eventually the cat stops hissing whenever one of them approaches him, and eventually he starts to consent to sit on their laps, and then they can’t get rid of him and he’s on top of them ALL THE TIME, the SECOND one of them is sitting down, he’s there, taking over lap space and chest space and pinning them in place. And meanwhile Grantaire teaches the dog all kinds of fun things like how to shake and roll over and high five and fetch slippers, and Enjolras teaches the dog how to gently take the mail inside without tearing it and how to bark and snap at either intruders or men who are harassing women on the street (that last one he learns through direct example from Enjolras), and how to play dead.

And it’s HILARIOUS, because even though grantaire is the dog person and Enjolras is the cat person, they sort of end up switching? Because you see, Grantaire likes to flop about the house indulging in a good cuddle, and so does the cat, but Enjolras likes to go be active and go for a daily walk or run, and so does the dog , so the cat kind of claims grantaire as his favourite and the dog claims Enjolras, and Courf still hasn’t managed to pat the cat even once, which he’s still heartbroken by, and - ultimately - it all works out brilliantly.

Grantaire and Enjolras and the rest of the Amis are in high school or middle school or whatever the equivalent of secondary school is but at some point they basically go to an art gallery and R thoroughly enjoys it for obvious reasons but then gets to the shop and he’s like 12 so he buys a mood ring even though he’s told “those don’t work you know” by Enjolras (R responds with a scowl as he puts the mood ring on the counter and pays) and “I don’t care if it turns my fucking hand green, Ferre, I’m wearing it” he continues to wear it every single day of his life. Up until the day where him and E have been together for a couple of years, and R comes into the kitchen of their apartment to find Enjolras making coffee and baking croissants for breakfast and he’s just like “fuck” he’s so in love so he goes to propose all unplanned (which is totally and quintessentially him lbr) and realises he doesn’t have a ring to propose with. So he takes off the mood ring he has worn every day for 9 years, and gets down on one knee. Now it’s Enjolras who doesn’t take it off.
@hanschxn told me to post this and also screamed so here you are

Well, having read the book, there is obviously a lot of subtextual content about the dynamic between Enjolras and Grantaire. I agree, I think it is one of the more interesting character dynamics of the piece, but unfortunately we didn’t get to talk about it all that much. I think Aaron and Eddie wanted to have a lot of “bromance” between Marius and Enjolras, so I think they both put a lot of focus into each other’s characters. I remember thinking of talking to Aaron about the subject as we started filming, and as I was about to talk to him he was interrupted by someone else, and then suddenly I understood. That was the perfect example of what the dynamic between us should be. And I realised that actually NOT talking to Aaron about it at all was the perfect way to create that subtextual thing between Grantaire and Enjolras. And actually, I didn’t talk to anyone about it. Not even Tom. I just kept it a secret and thought that if people can read into it, great, and if people don’t notice it, that’s also fine because it’s not the main focus of the student plot. I still don’t know to this day if Aaron even knows about the whole E/R relationship, but it doesn’t matter, because I don’t think Enjolras should.
—  George Blagden (when asked about how he approched the E/R relationship during filming)

Okay. So we know that in Red and Black, when Marius sings about Cosette, Grantaire gives the first words on each line of the second chorus.

GRANTAIRE: Red!

MARIUS: I feel my soul on fire!

GRANTAIRE: Black!

MARIUS: My world when she’s not there!

GRANTAIRE (AND ALL): Red!

MARIUS: The colour of desire!

GRANTAIRE (AND ALL): Black!

MARIUS: The colour of despair!

And we interpret the colours as, basically, what Marius says they are, colours that symbolise the features of Marius’s love for Cosette. And we also often interpret Grantaire as the colour green, and Enjolras as the colour red, to symbolise their contrasting qualities. But if we keep Enjolras as the colour red, and the change the colour of Grantaire to black, now what do we have?

Red: Enjolras is often symbolised with ‘fire’ and ‘soul’fulness

Black: Black symbolises emptiness, depression, and that is what Grantaire is, and yes, it’s what his world is, especially when he’s not with Enjolras.

Red: Enjolras is very ‘desirable’. Obviously. So the red of Enjolras symbolises the desire that Grantaire feels when he looks at him. Enjolras is full of ‘desire’.

Black: Grantaire is literally ‘despair’. Especially without Enjolras. If Enjolras is full of ‘desire’, (not just in his physical beauty, his ‘desire’ for rights and equality too) then Grantaire is full of ‘despair’

Very quickly, if we change the people, then it changes my interpretation of the song. I don’t know what you’re thinking about it, but to me, now it reads about Enjolras and Grantaire. 

The red becomes Enjolras, and the black becomes Grantaire.

Especially when you add this gifset from @ysabels which is great, by the way.

So now, I interpret Red and Black as Enjolras/Grantaire, rather than Marius/Cosette.

Imagine Enjolras taking an art class because he needs that credit and having it with Grantaire and when they finally have to do a class critique Grantaire does Enjolras’ painting and its not very great but he kisses so much ass while grading it because holy shit this kid is attractive.  

The Ramblings of Pylades

Baldr, Achilles, what folly have you wrought?

Your glorious hands are drenched in blood.

Oh my Orestes, your barricade has fallen.

What now, my noble god, my fearless leader?

Where you go, my shining idol, I will follow.

But Apollo, my fallen warrior, where have we to go?

There is more blood in these filthy streets

Than there is bitter absinthe in my veins,

And all of it by your making, my noble martyr.

All of it our fault.

Right, I think this is the first bit of writing I’ve published on tumblr. I write more than I draw, all genres, poetry and prose. This was a bit I scrapped out while waiting for a haircut and was still suffering from emotions regarding Enjolras and Grantaire. In the Hugo’s Les Mis, they are often compared to Orestes and Pylades, and Enjolras is sometimes compared to Apollo. From Grantaire’s point of view, I guess. It’s unedited, so any and all feedback would be lovely.