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Grantaire should have known from the very beginning that his feelings were destined to be unrequited, and he did know that, but deep down he still had held on to hope – he should have known Enjolras had his heart set on someone that wasn’t a wine-soaked pathetic excuse for an artist that couldn’t do anything else but wallow in his own self-pity. Even though he knew the truth in the bottom of his heart, it hurt like hell when he stood in the stairwell listening to Enjolras excitedly talk about the wonderful man he was in love with.
How the hell had he ended up there anyway?
Grantaire, move, he thought to himself, don’t eavesdrop. Don’t. Stop it –
But he couldn’t convince himself to move. He just stood there, hiding at the curve of the staircase, leaning against the wall and hearing Enjolras’ voice as he spoke to whoever was listening.
“He’s so frustrating. Is it bad that I love that?”
Grantaire realised Enjolras was talking on the phone when he laughed at something that Grantaire couldn’t hear. Enjolras’ voice was more playful and his words were coming easier than Grantaire had ever heard them.
“Not a masochist. I don’t think he’s a sadist either – ”
“No, I don’t know if he’s into that. All I know is that he’s kind of incredible. He’s an artist, you know that? Like I said, incredible. Of course, I’d never say that - not to his face at least. That would be frighteningly obvious. He can sing too. Heard him singing to a friend a few weeks ago. I was standing in the doorway for three minutes of shocked silence then I might have run away so he didn’t catch me.”
“…yeah, thanks for the encouragement, but there’s no way he feels the same way. Fairly certain he hates me, actually. We never see eye to eye.”
Grantaire sighed and closed his eyes. The universe was laughing at him right then. The universe also had a sick sense of humour, setting him up to overhear the love of his life talking about this mythically perfect person he’s in love with.
He heard Enjolras’ voice again.
“ – what does he look like? Well, if you can imagine, he’s damn good at sports. Yeah. Single-stick, boxing, dancing? Yeah, dancing.” Enjolras laughs again. “No shit he’s fit. Brownish-black hair, kind of scruffy, tan, tattoos - ”
Grantaire frowned. That wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t. Whoever Enjolras was talking about had to be absolutely perfect in every way to make his godly self fall in love. He had to be a proper Orion to attract a person like Enjolras, with his attitude toward love that was frighteningly similar to Artemis. The guy probably saved children and puppies and solved world hunger and looked like a bronze statue from the Musée d’Orsay. The exact sort of person Grantaire could never be or ever compare to.
“ – yeah, didn’t think I had a thing for body art until now. And no, I hope you never meet him. God knows what you’ll do - ”
At that point, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He turned and walked back down the stairs, shoulders slumped, trying to block out the silvery sound of Enjolras’ laughter as he listened to whoever was on the other side of the call.
The moment he was out of earshot, however, Enjolras spoke again.
“ – his name is Grantaire, what a great name, right?”
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