Grantaire: Where’s all the wine? I can’t sit through one of these things sober.
Bossuet: We put the wine where you were before you met Enjolras.
Grantaire:
Grantaire: [opens the closet]
Grantaire: Oh ha ha. Hilaaarious, guys.
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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.
Grantaire:
I love all of Les Amis equally. Feuilly, Joly, Bousset, Jehan, Bahorel, Combeferre, Courfeyrac and *looks at detailed and lovingly written calligraphy on hand* Enjolras.
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.
Grantaire: *wakes up beside Enjolras for years*
Grantaire softly, everyday: holy shit
Enjolras: what if I pour coffee in my cereal instead of milk?
Grantaire, taking the coffee pot as he walks past: what if you don’t
Grantaire: I have to leave.
Joly: To do what?
Grantaire: I don’t know, I’m just going to live under a bridge and ask people riddles before they cross.


