Demisexual Enjolras who just sort of. Throws his hands up in frustration when he works out what he’s feeling towards Grantaire.
He’d settled on the fact he was asexual. He thought he had his identity down. Of course it would be Grantaire of all people to throw him off.
And he’s mildly annoyed because this is so inconvenient Grantaire and he’s going to have to change the pride buttons on his bag and do you even know how hard it is to find a demisexual flag honestly—
sometimes i just. forget how big of a deal it is that i can wake up in the morning to say “i’m so aroace” and smile.
because three years ago i definitely wasn’t smiling. i hated just the thought of it so much and i spent two years denying it vehemently, cycling through labels. it was such a negative thought to me and i don’t know if it was societal emphasis on romance, my own self-image, or a mixture of both.
so here’s to the aroaces who are still figuring themselves out. to the aroaces who spent years fighting with themselves over their identity. the aroaces who didn’t have the words for how they felt until recently. to the aroaces who have struggled and continue to struggle with their identity and self-image. to the aroaces who have known for years but still occasionally struggle.
it’s a never ending cycle of acceptance. there will always be people who don’t understand or don’t want to. but that won’t matter in the end, because we’re all so fucking aroace, and i love you all so much.
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