“You really were a cat in your past life, weren’t you?”
Enjolras smiles at the sound of Grantaire’s voice, but doesn’t take away the arm that is covering his eyes. He is lying on a towel on the wooden pier overlooking the lake, basking in the sun while listening to his friends’ chattering not far away.
I wish I had more time because in my head this was gonna be beautiful with the prettiest lighting from the sun through the slats of the dock and the reflection from the water bUUT… I’m afraid this is it. do you want the fluffiest fluff? do you want cute kisses in the summertime on the beach??? do you want enjolras making a dorky dorky pun????? OF COURSE YOU DO. this is the fic for you! written by the amazing the incredible the brilliant @adorablecrab whom I love and treasure so perhaps I am a little biased but!! it was exactly the gorgeous happy escape I needed today and you’ll love it too.
Are you trying to murder me?? Because this is how you murder me.
I like thinking about Grantaire talking in his sleep. It’s usually just gibberish and unintelligible murmurs, but he often says words or complete sentences out loud.
Enjolras found out the worst way possible: one of the first nights he and R slept together he woke up hearing his boyfriend whisper:
“..Who’s the little girl standing in the corner?”
He obviously freaked out and switched on the lights, just to see Grantaire peacefully sleeping next to him.
Obviously Grantaire never remembers anything in the morning, so Enjolras reports his gems:
“What time is the swan leaving?”
“I can’t remember where my kidney is”, “Don’t turn off the light while I’m dabbing”…
It’s not always that fun, though. Many times Enjolras wakes up hearing Grantaire cry. “It’s not my fault…”
“Please, don’t leave me alone…”
“I’m trying..I swear I’m trying”…
Those times, he holds Grantaire as close as he can, stroking his hair trying to calm him down.
Once Grantaire was almost screaming in his sleep, so Enjolras woke him up to make the nightmare go away, and tried to reassure him in any way he could. He waited to hear Grantaire’s breath slow down again before allowing himself to close his eyes and go back to sleep.
Just then he heard the whisper:
“Thank you for staying always by my side. I love you so much.”
Whether Grantaire was sleep-talking in that moment or not, he didn’t really care.
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