Jul 26, 2015
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.