mysunfreckle:

@prouvairism
asked for Grantaire comforting Enjolras, so here is some vague hurt/comfort, I’m
sorry it took so long 💙

Enjolras stares
at the tv screen, feelings wavering dangerously between numb and furious. He
can’t even process this, it’s too much to be angry at, to much to be sad for,
it’s—

The click
from the door behind him makes him look round. Grantaire looks far calmer than
Enjolras expected him to be. “R,” he begins. “I…” He trails off. There’s nothing
to say, is there?

For a moment
he’s almost angry at Grantaire’s lack of reaction, but it’s not apathy that’s
most prominent on his face. If Enjolras had to guess…it’s probably concern. He
stares at Grantaire for a moment, trying to find words for his feelings, but
none come to mind.

Finally,
after letting the silence last, Grantaire holds out his hand. Enjolras takes
it, wordlessly, and allows himself to be pulled into the hallway.

Silently
they put on their coats and silently Enjolras follows Grantaire outside, where
Grantaire immediately takes hold of his hand again. They walk, side by side, close
enough for their shoulders to bump together every time one of them steps a little
to the side by accident. The air is just a little cold in Enjolras’ lungs and around
them the world – birds, traffic, radios, people – is going on as usual. It’s
jarring, but at least it’s real, Enjolras thinks. Just like Grantaire’s hand
squeezing his.

Grantaire
clearly knows where they’re going. He walks like he knows, at least, and
Enjolras follows. Happy to give his body something to do. Happy to have at
least part of his mind filled with other things. Happy to be with Grantaire. …happy
to know that he’s not too beat down to still be happy for some things.

He might
have known they were going to the river. Grantaire doesn’t stop until they are
as close as they can get to the water without climbing down the concrete banks.
Enjolras stares at the flow of the water and somehow, a small piece of him floats away
on the stream.

Beside him
Grantaire fumbles in his pockets for something he can apparently not find,
gives up, and wraps his arm around Enjolras’ instead. Enjolras leans into him,
shifting nearly all his weight to one side and tipping his head sideways until it
rests against Grantaire’s. He sighs.

“Yeah,”
Grantaire hums, his fingers squeezing Enjolras’ side tighter for a moment. “Yada
yada on this bitch of an earth, right?”

Enjolras exhales
through his nose in a huff. And then, with tired surprise at himself, he
smiles.

lesamisdelgay:

dreamtaire:

dreamtaire:

bbc prediction that enjolras and grantaire are gonna die shaking hands

“#two bros hanging out a window#five feet apart cos theyre not gay” (via @lesamisdelgay)

This is my finest work I must say