📦 do it for eponine
Enjolras is nervous.
It’s silly, he realizes, because he’s met Eponine before, and Grantaire loves her. Still, the way she regards him in such a lofty manner- not hateful or fond, but as if she can’t decide whether or not she likes him- really sets him on edge.He’s not good at wrapping, so he’s had Grantaire do it. Fine purple paper with a gold ribbon that he tied and curled himself. He presents it to her quietly, amidst the bustling party, laughter, drinks. “You don’t have to open it now,” He said, “but they reminded me of you.”Within the box are a pair of fine, fleece-lined gloves, leather and sleek and fitted for narrow fingers. With it, a black cap and cashmere scarf. An unspoken message: stay warm. Enjolras takes in a breath and smiles at her. “Merry Christmas, Eponine.”
