#exrweek2016

[i-just-love-bread]

ExR Week Day 4: Divine lol I’m sorry it’s not even ExR week anymore and 75% of this isn’t even my art but I’m really proud of it and want to post it anyway. . I imagine it as one of R’s drunken fantasies…

[just-french-me-up]

Enjoltaire Week: Closure

Thank you so so much for this wonderful week you gave us. I thank the creators who gave us content as much as those who reblogged and supported it! It’s been a week rich in Enjoltaire and for that, I couldn’t be more grateful! 

I hope you all enjoyed the content created by everyone who participated! Thanks to them again for making this a great week! And thanks to @apolloandr who was my partner in crime for 6 days!

Have a great Saturday! ♥

[haamily]

My contribution to enjoltaire week!  

Day 6: died holding hands. These two is going to be the death of me. 

Main blog: permwigg

[elphiethesane]

For the last day of Enjoltaire week. At least that’s what I intended. Does it still count if it's getting close to one?

[dyketaire]

Died Holding Hands

Last one for exr week! Sorry i’m a bit late posting, I was traveling all day. Enjoy!

When he was little, Grantaire had played soldier in the street.

The crude wooden guns, some carved by hand and splintering in the children’s grips, had seemed like deadly weapons to him then.

He thinks of this time now, as he steps towards Enjolras, turns to see the soldiers. They are very real, with very real guns, and yet there is something so child-like about this.

Perhaps it’s because that’s exactly what they are. Children who grew up too fast.

He looks away from the soldiers quickly, focuses on Enjolras, on his Apollo. The light of the sun, shining even in the face of death.

“Do you permit it?” Grantaire asks, terrified of the answer from a man who has done nothing but reject him in the past.

Instead, he receives a smile. It’s small, gentle, and the first time Grantaire has seen Enjolras as what he is. A frightened schoolboy doing everything that he can for his country.

But the soldiers are really, and they’re not playing pretend.

Grantaire doesn’t look away from Enjolras as he takes his hand. He clutches it, holding onto Enjolras like his life depends on it. As if this will save him.

As a child, one of his friends’ father had been quite smart, and had fashioned him a gun that would pop out a cork when you squeezed the make-shift trigger.

Pop.

Grantaire wakes drenched in sweat. Tears are coursing from his eyes, and he’s got a death-grip on Enjolras’s hand.

The squeezing of his hand had awoken Enjolras, and he flicked on the light as he cradled Grantaire, wiping away his tears.

“R, are you okay?” he asks, and his voice is quiet and scared.

It takes a moment for Grantaire to respond, for whenever he opens his throat a sob threatens to force it’s way out. He’s still holding Enjolras’s hand. “Yeah,” he murmurs shakily, his voice strained and wobbling. “Yeah. I just…had a bad dream.”

[seaglasstortellini]

My last enjoltaire thing. At least for Enjoltaire week, haha. In which Enjolras pays a little more attention to the drunk in the corner. Thanks for the awesome week~

[here-comes-the-finale]

Day six: Die holding hands.

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7159460 FF: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11992039/1/Mémoires Continuación del primer día, 651 palabras, español.

[revenjolras]

exrweek2016 Day 6: They Died Holding Hands This is more an overall tribute to all the barricade boys, but with a particular focus on Enjolras and Grantaire. With of course, their final stand together. This song really encompasses how I view this part of the book. Equal parts despair and hope. Tragedy but with the belief in a better future.