
A spell against the birthday blues
Enjolras: R and I have this relationship where we finish each other’s –
Grantaire: Sentences.
Enjolras: Please don’t interrupt me when I am speaking.
Enjolras: I hate Grantaire. He is the worst. I can’t stand him. How he always critcises me, disgusting.
Combeferre: You are literally sitting in his lap right now.
Enjolras, gently kissing Grantaire on the cheek: Awful
Enjolras: My hands are cold.
Grantaire, holding Enjolras’ hands: There you go.
Enjolras: Huh, for some reason, my lips are getting cold too.
Enjolras *convincing Grantaire to come to the barricade*: Do it or you’re straight
Grantaire: *bisexual gasp*
Grantaire: it is better than the opera!
Enjolras: ill take u to a fucking opera
Grantaire:
Courf:
Ferre:
Marius:
Gavroche:
Les Amis:
The World:
Enjolras:
Enjolras: what
- Grantaire personally can’t wait for the cold weather to drag its ass back amongst them mere mortals because a) hoodies and scarves and b) Enjolras wearing /his/ hoodies and scarves
- Around the beginning of September, Enjolras and Grantaire sit down and make a very serious TV planning with all the shows that they want to watch together, taking both of their schedules into account
- Enjolras tries to bake an apple pie every year, since it’s Grantaire’s favourite, but always burns the curst or something disastrously similar. Grantaire will still eat it though, bless his soul
- Enjolras always picks up the crunchiest-looking leaves for Grantaire
- Coffee dates in the yellowing and reddening parks of Paris with traveling mugs. Grantaire brings marshmallows
- Grantaire teaches Enjolras that sipping apple juice through a cinnamon stick is very much a thing and that it’ll change his life
- As the nights get more chilly, they opt for the “huddling for warmth” method rather than adding a blanket
- Grantaire: Wanna know what I’m feeling?
Enjolras: *heavy sigh*: How are you feeling?
Grantaire:👻
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🎃 Spooky
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