“On sunny afternoons when he’s in the apartment, he gets a pillow from the couch and follows the sunlight across the living room floor, perfectly on the path of the carpet, sprawling and smiling and lazy, usually ending up right in Grantaire’s path on his way to the kitchen by the time the sun starts going down.”
even if smoo hadn’t nagged me to do this i couldn’t have resisted doing fanart for this ficlet of lady_ragnell’s, it was just a really really lovely image and gave me a chance to play with lighting and posing and drawing enjolras consistently.
Remember all those stories Grantaire tells about his sexcapades and all the sex he’s getting? Well…
He lives in a world in which sex is omnipresent. Tv shows, movies, advertisement, conversations… Sex sells, and he can’t escape it.
And maybe he is getting a lot of sex. A lot of one night stands, physical experiences. Because he heard that if he doesn’t like sex, something must be wrong with him, right? He’s a man, men like sex, that’s all men think about right? He needs to get more to actually want it, right?
Needless to say all those ideas and social pressure fucked him and his self-esteem up, like he couldn’t find a way to “fix” himself
Then came les Amis and Enjolras. And for all the compliments and comments Grantaire made about Enjolras’ beauty, it was all from an aesthetic stand point. He’s an artist. He can recognise beauty when it stares at him.
But Enjolras totally believed Grantaire was sexually attracted to him.
So when they started dating and making out for the first time, things got a bit heated, as in the kissing and cuddling got intense, and they both pulled away at the same time
“Listen, there’s something-”
“-need to tell you-“
They looked at each other, confused, and lost and awkward. Until Enjolras took a deep breath.
“I’m not into sex. And I know I should have been upfr-”
“I don’t like sex either.”
They looked at each other, burst out laughing, and went back to cuddling and making out
¯_( ಠ_ಠ)_/¯ 