the angriest man
Tag: enjolras
I’d forgotten that Combeferre just PEACES OUT OF THE ROOM immediately after murdering Marius in cold blood with “to be free” and deals his musical final blow FROM THE STAIRS.
(I had not forgotten that Enjolras tag teams with “Citizen, my mother is the Republic,” but it will NEVER NOT BE HILARIOUS and I will use any excuse to mention it again.)
The fact that everybody else leaves too, leaving Enjolras alone with Marius as Combeferre-whisperer, only strengthens my assumption that they have an official protocol for Combeferre comebacks.
Little Enjoltaire things
- Enjolras having that one strand of hair that curls up at the end and R always tucking it behind his ear
- long debates on whether dogs are better than cats (R for pro, Enj for con)
- Grantaire having to do all of the cooking because Enjolras is The Worst at making food
- He can’t even pour cereal without messing up seriously
- Always ending up in the middle of the bed when they sleep
- Enjolras spending late nights in bed reading with his glasses on like an old man and R teasing him for it
- Grantaire laying his head on Enjolras’ lap as he plays with his hair just listening to him read aloud
- Dancing in the kitchen to the Beatles at three in the morning when neither of them can sleep
- Enjolras waking up first in the mornings and bringing coffee to R to wake him up
- Grantaire being smitten when Enjolras runs his hands through his hair and just swooning
- Enjolras having a secret drawer where he keeps every sketch Grantaire drew for him (this includes ones on coffee cups and cafe napkins)
- Movie marathons
Do you sometimes think about the fact that Enjolras and Grantaire’s main – and perhaps only actually (from the brick canon we see) – point in common is that they utterly adore their friends?
‘cause i do.
permets-tu-not-permettez-vous:
Grantaire can probably play about ten different instruments. But when he decides he wants to serenade Enjolras, he uses bag pipes to “bring out the big guns.“
grantaire: weird. all my shirts keep disappearing
enjolras, wearing grantaire’s shirt for the fifth time that week: spooky.
I’m gonna check if those colourful letters really do work on this horrible website.
RED I feel my soul on fire BLACK my world if she’s not there RED the colour of desire BLACK the colour of despair Marius you’re no longer a child, I do not doubt you mean it well
(Enjolras speaks in rainbow because he’s gay)
Grantaire: *wakes up beside Enjolras for years*
Grantaire softly, everyday: holy shit
Enjolras: That’s for if things get really hardcore. Or if you wanna blow up moons.
Marius: No one’s blowing up moons.
Enjolras: You just wanna suck the joy out of everything.






