So it is (was) @deboracabral‘s birthday, so here is a little piece about Enjolras and Grantaire celebrating Grantaire’s birthday! (Featuring Enjolras being a Good Boyfriend™)
Grantaire shuffled slightly, sleepy
noises companying his quest for the cold spot of the pillow. Even
with his eyes closed, he knew the sun was already up, but he couldn’t
bring himself to acknowledge it just yet. Just one minute. Just one
Something touched his cheek, pressing
against it ever so gently. Grantaire’s eyes fluttered open, stuggling
against the light.
“Joyeux anniversaire,” a
familiar voice sang softly. Grantaire could feel a warm little breeze
blowing againt his ear. “Joyeux anniversaire. Joyeux
anniversaire, Grantaire. Joyeux anniversaire.”
His vision was blurry, but he could
still make out the outline of a face surrounded by a golden halo of
hair. A dopey smile lazily stretched his lips. Above him, Enjolras
smiled as well.
“I would have slept in a suit, if
I had known,” Grantaire said, his voice made somewhat raspy with
Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the light,
lifting up the blurry veil hanging in front of him. Enjolras was
still in his pajamas, looking down at him with a bright smile. Many
strands of hair had escaped his ponytail during the night and now
flowed freely on his shoulders, sticking out in every direction. They
shone in the sunlight like a thousand golden threads.
“How are you feeling?”
“A quarter of a century old,”
Grantaire yawned, settling comfortably against the pillows.
A camera flashes as he leans in to blow out the candles on his cake. Around him, his teammates are boisterously chanting his name, and patting him on the back. Oikawa can’t help but smile, it’s his birthday after all. Doesn’t matter if the smile is fake.
The captain of the team hands him a knife so that he can have the honor of cutting the cake. He’s sure to hold his smile in place while he does so. They all went out of their way to purchase him his favorite cake, and practice was grueling as usual yet they stayed behind to celebrate with him, so it’s the least he can do.
It isn’t like Oikawa doesn’t appreciate his teammates. It’s just that the person he wants to spend today with most of all is six thousand miles away. His boyfriend is currently in America studying abroad. The distance has been hard on them both with the only bright side being that they haven’t bonded yet. Distance is far more difficult for mated pairs. Though sometimes, it feels like they’re already a mated pair.
The captain leans on Oikawa’s shoulder, far too close for comfort. “The night is still young, Oikawa-san,” he says suggestively, “A few of us wanted to go out for drinks. Join us?”
took his sister inside to safety, relieved that she came to her
senses, worried for her state of mind and physical health, but she’s
back and he will do whatever it takes to help her through it.
hears a sound that makes him freeze in movement and strain his
hearing. It’s a mingle of clanging, screeching and screaming as if he
were under water. When he rushes out of the room, he sees a blinding
white light spilling from every window and crevice from the
institute’s walls, through the roof of the cathedral into the night
stands frozen, his lungs so tight he can barely breathe, his stomach
turning into knots.
body wills his feet to move, faster, down the stairs, taking too many
steps at a time yet sure-footed, and he hurries into the institute’s
main hall, his legs slowing as his eyes take in the view before him.
Bodies, corpses, so many of them.
activated the Soul Sword and killed them all.