imagine grantaire getting drafted.
imagine grantaire getting drafted and he doesn’t tell enjolras until the day before he has to leave because he knows neither of them can do a thing about, so why even try? imagine the desperate kiss enjolras plants on him as he’s about to leave- “god, please- please come home”- and imagine the smile grantaire gives him, bitter and sweet and sad all at once.
“only for you, apollo.”
imagine.
imagine letters from grantaire- bored and sarcastic like usual (all “i’ve just been sleeping all day, they’ve not let us on the front lines, i haven’t seen any of the fighting yet”) just stop, one day. and enjolras is fighting and fighting and fighting for peace, goddamn it, and he’s giving this speech all proud and fierce on top of a table when a letter comes through, and
grantaire’s missing, presumed dead.
and. enjolras keeps fighting, because of course he does (he can’t give up now even when it’s too late for grantaire because there are so many others and he would die before he let the same thing happen to them) but grantaire’s gone.
grantaire’s dead.
except- one night enjolras comes stumbling home alone (he doesn’t go to bars because they stink of alcohol something in him breaks at the smell but he appears as one, keeping hours so long they turn into day and night and day again, eyes bloodshot and hands trembling) and-
and grantaire’s sitting on his bed.
at first enjolras thinks he’s a hallucination, because he’s so tired (so tired) and grantaire’s dead (and he looks dead, too, ghastly pale and thin and shattered) but grantaire speaks before he can even think to.
“you look awful,” he mutters, and enjolras can’t hold back a laugh because really? grantaire’s crawled out of a war and enjolras the one who looks bad?
but he’s crying, too.
and it takes a while to get used to it again. neither of them are okay- neither of them are even close– but god, they have each other and that’s something that’s so beautiful in of itself and grantaire’s at enjolras’s side (and enjolras is at grantaire’s) and they never. stop. fighting.
imagine.
imagine… Vietnam war ExR…. enjolras furiously fighting against conscription bc why should people give their lives for a country they don’t have a say in, having to basically drag grantaire home each night from whichever bar he’s passed out at and then having to pretend that they’re just friends to the neighbours because he knows what would happen if people found out they were together
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