did anyone say ooc fluff and role reversal????
“Let’s take a road trip,” Grantaire had whispered in the early morning when nothing felt real, expecting Enjolras to say no.
“Okay,” Enjolras whispered back. “Let’s go.”
“I’m serious,” Grantaire said.
“I am too.”
And twenty minutes later, they were in the car.
Enjolras had thrown clothes and toothbrushes into a duffle bag and Grantaire had grabbed his guitar and camera and a box of cds that he had gotten from his mom. Everything was stuffed in the trunk of the car, and they both sat breathless in the front seat.
“Are we really doing this?” Grantaire asked, giddy with excitement. Enjolras didn’t say a word, he just kissed Grantaire and started the car.
“Let’s get married,” he whispered when the sun finally came up, hours later. They were driving through farmland, turned golden with the sun. Grantaire was picking his guitar and humming, hair wild against the back of his chair.
looked up, half of a smile on his lips. “Are you serious?”
Enjolras grinned wolfishly. “I am wild.”