meet-me-behind-the-musain:

feuillythefanmaker:

thefloralpoem:

feuillythefanmaker:

thefloralpoem:

Enjolras was an only child. So was Jean Prouvaire. 

Enjolras would hear his other friends talking about a baby brother or a little sister and he would feel a little bit lonely. Like he has always been while growing up. But then there’s sweet Jehan, an only child just like him.

Knowing how the leader would feel about this, at some point, the poet would take his hand and smile:

“You’re my brother now.”

Thank you for these unnecessary emotions.

Seems like I gave you feuillyings.

Eyyyyyyyy

nO