“Life is the flower for which love is the honey”

Writing my thoughts and occasionally actually writing Mostly les mis, but I’m in too many fandoms to limit myself

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Enjoltaire fic

I got bored and I wrote a small Enjoltaire fic thing. Enjoy I guess!

“Cheers, I’ll drink to that,” Grantaire calls from across the room, where Enjolras has just finished a long diatribe on the rights of the citizen.

Enjolras, temporarily distracted from his idealism, turns to glare at Grantaire. The flames in Enjolras’s eyes threaten to burn the artist, but, truthfully, Grantaire is just grateful to have that fiery passion directed at him, if only for a fleeting moment.

“That statement means nothing from you, Grantaire, as you will drink to anything,” the revolutionary says coldly, turning away once again in order to continue his speech.

Grantaire simply cannot allow that. He feels himself growing cold from the absence of Enjolras’s attention already. “Perhaps it does mean nothing to you, Apollo, but I’ll continue nonetheless. Although wrong in all of your ideals, you are right about my drink. I am fond of it, and unashamed, and so, a drink to that!” He lifts his glass mockingly towards Enjolras, who is turning red with anger. Then, he downs another glass, prompting a few hesitant chuckles from those around him and a pat on the back from Bahorel.

“If only you were as devoted to the cause as you are to your drink, Grantaire,” replies Enjolras, clearly restraining himself from saying something worse.

Grantaire laughs loudly, pointing with the bottle in his left hand. “To the cause? No. But to you? My devotion to you far exceeds my fondness for alcohol, Apollo.”

Enjolras flinches, as he always does at that nickname and at displays of affection. Grantaire assumes it is pathological for somebody so emotionally constipated.

“I sincerely doubt that,” Enjolras finally says, apparently having no desire to continue this particular argument. The leader turns to Courfeyrac, who is stifling a laugh, and gestures for him to come over to discuss something. Courfeyrac has hardly even stood, though, when Grantaire is interrupting.

“Allow me to explain, dear leader. My life has not been easy. The world is cruel and doesn’t take kindly to people like me-“

“I-“ Enjolras begins to interrupt, eyebrows furrowing.

“No, I don’t want your pity or argument or whatever it is you plan on saying. Only listen, just once, Apollo. The world has broken me. I am but pieces. The alcohol allows me to forget; it blurs my fracture lines. But, alas, when I wake, I am reminded once again. Reminded that I am only rubble, nothing more. But you.” The artist says the last words so softly that Enjolras startles, not used to such quiet from the notoriously rowdy drunk. He looks at Grantaire and momentarily forgets where they are, forgets to form a rebuttal in his head, forgets to breathe. Enjolras simply listens as Grantaire continues.

“You, Apollo, make me feel whole. You are light, and warmth, and when I watch you speak, I feel healed. So yes, I am more devoted to you than I could ever be to my drink. Because while my drink allows me to forget I am broken, it is you who makes me whole.”

A long silence follows as Grantaire’s words sink in. Everyone appears stunned, and Jehan looks like they might melt, leaning against Feuilly dramatically. Interactions like these are common from Grantaire towards their leader, but this time, it appears to be more than drunken rambling. In fact, Grantaire has never looked more sober in his life as he gazes almost challengingly at Enjolras.

Enjolras is at a loss. He can’t seem to look away from Grantaire, or move, or say anything at all. Finally, he swallows and says, steadily as he can manage, “R- Grantaire,” he corrects quickly, obviously still flustered. “I have things to do. Matters to attend to. A meeting to run.”

Grantaire sighs, but the smile on his face remains, sad and sarcastic. “Obviously. You always do.”

“But,” Enjolras interrupts abruptly, looking seriously at Grantaire. “After the meeting. Stay behind. We have things to discuss.”

Grantaire hesitates, something he has never done before in answering Enjolras. Finally, he whispers, “As you wish,” in a strangled sounding voice.

Enjolras states him down for a bit longer, thinking, before nodding to himself, clearing his throat, and walking back towards Combeferre.

Grantaire turns back to the rest of his booth, where Joly, Bossuet, and Bahorel are staring at him with wide eyes. The stunned silence is eventually broken by Bossuet, who says, “Holy shit.”

They all laugh. “Holy shit is right,” Bahorel chuckles loudly, punching R in the shoulder. “I’m buying you a drink.”

“No thanks,” he replies, smiling lazily.

They all turn to him, even more stunned than before.

“Great,” Joly says, frowning. “Enjolras broke him.”

“I thought I had just expressed the opposite? I was always broken. Discovering Enjolras made me whole.” Grantaire says, grinning.

His companions make noises of disgust.

“Ugh, somebody call Jehan over here!”

“Or Pontmercy,”

“I’ll drink to that!”

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I relate to Steve Kornacki on a spiritual level because I, too, get excited about topics other people find boring and mundane, proceed to excitedly over share about said topic, and refuse to sleep due to the fact that there is just Too Much exciting information about said topic to go to sleep.

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when Steve Kornacki is deep into a fandom without even realizing it

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Things are heating up in the election fandom

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Brian May, Combeferre, Obi Wan Kenobi, and Remus Lupin all give off the exact same energy and I refuse to elaborate because honestly it should be self explanatory.

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YOU GUYS I FORGOT ABOUT HARRY HART FROM KINGSMAN. HIM TOO!!! Galahad!!! :,)

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Combeferre: You think I enjoy being a mother hen to you all?

Enjolras:

Courfeyrac:

Jehan:

Grantaire:

All of les amis:

Combeferre: Ok fine, it’s like crack to me 

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Brian May, Combeferre, Obi Wan Kenobi, and Remus Lupin all give off the exact same energy and I refuse to elaborate because honestly it should be self explanatory.

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not to be cliche or anything but people who read at a highschool reading level in third grade's favourite character from les mis is combeferre

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So, as you may know, Jehan was a poet. Well, I found one of their poems on the brick, so I decided to post it here:

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Do you remember those days gone by,

Our youth's high spring-tide? The sweet glad spell

Held us a season, when you and I

Lived but to love and to look well?

Then all your years together with mine

Would not make two-score when all was said;

Our nest it was so cosy and fine,

Spring hid within till Winter had fled.

What days! Manuel, how lofty, how chaste!

Paris, turned godly, would be improved.

And how Foy thundered-and in your waist

Was a pin, that pricked when my fingers roved!

All eyes looked your way. At Prado's where

Your briefless barrister dined with you,

You were so pretty, the roses there

Turned and eyed you, in envy too.

I seemed to hear them whisper, "How fair!

What wealth of ringlets, what rich perfume!

They are wings she hides 'neath her mantle there;

Her bonnet's a blossom all a-bloom!

Arm linked in arm, together we strayed;

Passers thought, as we went our way,

Light-hearted Cupid a match had made

'Twixt tender April and gallant May.

We lived so merrily hidden away,

Feeding on Love's dear forbidden fruit.

Swifter than aught that my lips could say

Your heart replied, when your lips were mute.

In the Sorbonne 't was, that idyllic spot,

I dreamed of you through the long night-hours.

'Tis thus a youthful lover self-taught

In the Latin Quarter sights Love-land's towers.

O Place Maubert! O Place Dauphine!

Dear sky-built palace-attic where

You drew your stocking on, unseen–

I gazed at a star in the ceiling there!

Lamennais, Malebranche, forgotten they,

And Plato too, mastered so carefully:

But I fathomed God's Infinite Love one day

In a flower, –the flower you gave to me.

I was your slave. You my subject were.

O golden attic! To watch you pass

Back and forth, dressing, at daybreak there,

Your girl's face smiling from that old glass!

O golden dawn! O golden days!

Who can outlive them, forget them wholly?

The ribbons too, flowers and gauze and lace,

Wherein Love stammered its first sweet folly.

Our garden, –a tulip-pot held the whole!

Your petticoat curtained the window-pane;

I kept for myself the earthen-ware bowl,

And gave you the cup of porcelain.

And such mishaps too, for mirth and woe!

Your muff had caught fire, your tippet was gone

And that portrait of Shakespeare we valued so

Sold for a song –to be supped upon.

I'd beg and you would your alms bestow,

A kiss from your fair round arm I'd steal.

Our board was that Dante in folio,

And a hundred chestnuts our humble meal.

And that one moment, and all its joy

When your lips met mine and the first kiss given,

You fled, dishevelled and rosy and coy:

I grew quite pale and believed in Heaven!

Do you remember our countless joys?

Those neckerchiefs rumpled? ah, well-a-day!

And now from heavier hearts what sighs

To skies all darkened are borne away!

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Les mis Aesthetics, 7/?

Jean Prouvaire! We love Jehan in this household

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when marius and jehan meet everyone else is like ‘ah you two both speak a load of languages! that’s great you’ll be able to practise with eachother!’ but it turns out that they actually have no overlap at all

because marius knows how to say stuff like ‘please help we’re lost’ and ‘how do i hire a taxi’ and ‘excuse me, my friend just tripped over my other friend’s cane and shattered your expensive fountain, let me talk you out of trying to sue us’

and jehan knows how to say stuff like ‘your garden blooms so beautifully; the very sunlight is as the ichor of the gods bleeding radiant through stained glass windows to gild each perfect blossom, ah how beauteous is the spring’ and a substantial amount of dirty talk

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if bossuet broke the law would it be by doing something illesgles

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Les mis aesthetics, 6/?

Feuilly!!! I love him!!! That’s all

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Les Mis aesthetics, 5/?

Intentionally messy Bossuet moodboard because I feel like that’s his aesthetic- embracing the chaos and misfortune. Anyways, I love him

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Wanted to try out a more realistic style so have R and Courf as my test subjects. I’ll probably do more Amis in the future because this is very fun

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Les mis aesthetics, 4/?

I spent hours on this because I couldn’t get it right and our doctor deserves better, but oh well

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Les mis aesthetics, 3/?

Courfeyrac :))

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Les mis aesthetics, 2/?

Ok here’s another aesthetic idk man

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Les mis aesthetics, 1/?

Got bored, made an Enjolras aesthetic, will probably become a series because I enjoy making them. Enjoy! Or dont, who am I to judge