#grantaire-r

[howlingapollo]

"Enjolras! Should I dye my hair blue or rainbow?" (Grantaire-R)

“Darling, what did we talk about, when you wanted to dye it clear? you know your gonna go to a hair dresser this time and have it done professionally even more so if your gonna do it rainbow” he laughed softly and smiled as he wrapped his arms around his husband's waist lightly and kissing his cheek “ and then maybe some lunch?” @grantaire-r

[orxstxs]

    Enjolras looked around the small flat that him and his now husband shared as he took a small breath in slowly his bright blue hues danced as he could hear R in the studio that they had created for him, he had been proud of the man, for selling as many pieces that he had over the past few months. a small smile played on his lips for a moment as he ran a hand threw his now dark curls something he was still in a way getting used to sure he had thought about going back to his natural Blonde color but with the idea that the  Patron-Minette were still out there and wanting his blood he decided that it was safer for him.

the thing that he had not fully told R was the nightmares had not stopped, the times that he would jolt up in bed his hair matted to the back of his neck with sweat, breathing like he had just run a mile…as he could still hear the rally that they were at, the sound of the gunshot…he could still hear the screams as he had passed out from the blood loss, the last thing that he seen was R coming for him as the darkness floated all around him.

he took a few breaths in slowly as he tried to snap out of the memory as he was nudged on his hand by his dog Romeo…before looking up to the door as he noticed R standing there with a Clear worried look on his face. Enj lowered his head a little before muttering softly.

                “ I can still hear it like it was just happening…”

@grantaire-r

[orxstxs]

All the sounds in the room where the quiet heart beat and the buzz of the monitors as the blonde laid there his skin almost matching the color of the sheets that he was laying on. his mind was still going a mind a moment thought, wanting to move...needing to move, needing to be able to hug his husband tightly and tell him, yell to him that he was okay, sure he could feel his husband holding his hand weeping and the only thing he wanted to say, the only thing he needed to say was that he was sorry everything was going to be okay that he was going to wake up and that they were going to be able to grow old together and that everything was his fault and he loved him more then anything in his life, if anything Grantaire was the reason he was still alive, the reason that he did not go into the sweet night that was calling him was because of the man that was tightly holding onto his hand grounding him.

@grantaire-r

[e-is-for-equality]

😱 (Grantaire-r)

(9. Digging a huge hole in yours’ backyard)

Enjolras paused, mid dig, and tried to lean against his shovel casually. “Oh, hey. I’m not doing anything. Are you? How’s your morning going? I haven’t been out here since 4 AM, no way.”

[je-suis-apollo-blog]

~Starter~

Enjolras stared irately at the older man sitting across the table from him. Getting no sign of acknowledgement, he shuffled a bit in his seat and cleared his throat softly. Still nothing. Never taking his eyes off of his hung-over partner, he lifted his cup to his lips and grimaced slightly as the bitter liquid hit his tongue. He rarely drank his coffee black but he knew he was in for a long day and would need all his energy.

A waitress stopped by the table, "Will there be anything else?"

"Just the check." Enjolras said shortly before his boyfriend could respond and then took another sip of his drink as he resumed his cold gaze.

[apxllxascending-blog]

🏠 -Grantaire-R

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       “And open,” Enjolras murmured softly, hands lifting from where they had been covering Grantaire’s eyes. “You asked me, and so..” Enjolras had taken the pair of them to the first studio in which Enjolras had ever seen Grantaire’s art (and absolutely fell in love with it.) 

[apxllxascending-blog]

"LONG LIVE THE KING!" (Grantaire-R)

grantaire-r

*appears in a plume of smoke* *punches him in the face*

[apxllxascending-blog]

grantaire-r

Enjolras truly couldn’t believe it. He was getting married tomorrow, to Grantaire, of all people. The person he had absolutely despised the moment he set eyes on him, who had somehow wormed his way into his heart and stayed there, stubborn and refusing to ever leave. And now he was getting married.

He took a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling, trying to process this, before giving up and turning his head to stare at the back of Grantaire’s head. 

“’Taire? You awake?” He whispered, pressing a kiss into the tangle of soft, dark curls.