honestly any grantaire and gavroche friendship is the purest thing
my entire heart and soul belongs to the west end staging where – whilst they don’t have a drink with me hug (grantaire and enjolras do instead and you can tear it from my cold dead hands) – not only is there a bit where grantaire gives gav a piggy back, and a part where grantaire begs gavroche to leave the barricade but you get cute lil moments like this::
Grantaire: Ow my head hurts so bad
Enjolras: Hungover again??
Grantaire: *thinks back to Jehan giving him a bubble wrap helmet and bahorel holding up a cricket bat*
Grantaire: Umm yeah sure that’s why
@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.
i’m so tired of seeing marius reduced to his awkwardness
yes, he’s awkward, but consider— he’s talented at everything he picks up
give me marius who sits down in front of a piano one day and begins playing a song he heard on the streets by memory, who only makes a mistake when he realizes courfeyrac is in the room
give me marius who memorizes long passages of novels or speeches and can recite them off the top of his head, who gets flustered and starts reciting it in an entirely different language
give me marius who can bake amazing things out of the weirdest ingredients with absolutely no recipe to follow, who accidentally burns the first batch because he got so distracted talking to enjolras about this documentary he’d seen the night before
give me marius who knows the best places all over the world to visit for an authentic experience, who gets lost when he’s leading the way because he got distracted by the flower shop across the way
give me marius accidentally tears jehan’s crocheted sweater but turns out to be excellent with knitting needles and fixes it without any problem
give me marius who turns out to have a mean right hook, a fact learned first hand by bahorel when he’d playfully swung at marius
give me marius with an intellect that could rival combeferre’s, one he keeps to himself for the most part because combeferre is more clever with words even though marius is the quickest with facts
give me marius who isn’t reduced to just his awkwardness, give me marius who knows his anxieties and handles his awkwardness and is still an amazing person, cultured and clever and full of love and happiness that he spreads.
this just reminded me of a scene in the brick (i don’t know if it’s just my copy of les mis that made me think of this by the way it was worded but i’m going to say it anyway) when courf asks marius what he is going to do as marius is running out of money and unemployed and so he asks marius if he can speak german or english because he knows someone who is looking for a translator and marius is like ‘no, but i’ll learn’ and that just made me think….‘so…what? he’s just going to pick it up like that?’ but this post opened up my mind (especially the second point you made) to marius being able to just decide he’s going to learn a language and just…learns it because he’s good at picking things up
I know Enjolras is usually written as totally focused, driven etc but can we just take a moment to think about an Enjolras who spends hours daydreaming? Not necessarily about anything in particular but often he just zones out. And then somebody will speak to him and he’ll just jump out of his mind because he was so out of it…is that not the cutest image ever?
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