Grantaire had seen some attractive women in his lifetime. He had even slept with a few (usually after getting them drunk), but nothing compared to the beauty he saw before him now.
His name was Enjolras, but Grantaire rarely referred to him as such. Instead, he would call him "Apollo".
his Apollo was breathtaking with curly blond hair that fell in ringlets to frame his chiseled face of stone. His roman nose added to his god-like appearance, as did his deep blue eyes.
After Grantaire had seen this spectacular creature, the women who worked at taverns, the whores in the streets, even the wealthy ladies with their thin waists, and flowing skirts were not as appealing. Not nearly as appealing.
Grantaire had never been attracted to a man before and the sensation was strange to him, but he thought it just another cruel trick fate had played on him, especially after discovering how chaste Enjolras was.
Enjolras' only love was Patria and he would not cheat on her with anyone, even if Patria was only going to let him die. Grantaire wanted to fall at Enjolras' feet and beg him not to go through with this ridiculous plan. Even if the revolution was a success (which the drunkard doubted), who was to say Enjolras would not be killed in the battle, or afterwards by a confused and bloodthirsty people?
Grantaire couldn't do that though because every time Enjolras looked at him with the slightest hint of disapproval, the cynic wanted to die. so instead, Grantaire would mock the god's words and hope that they would convince the man not to do it.
It never worked.
"Go sleep off your drunkenness, Grantaire!" the Greek god would reply with disgust in his voice and return to the others. Grantaire would feel his heart break, but still he could not leave.
It was worse when Enjolras decided to give him a chance to prove that he wasn't as useless as he seemed. Every time he was given this opportunity, Grantaire would fall short. Dreadfully short.
He wanted to clasp Enjolras' hand and beg for forgiveness. explain why he always failed and try to help the blond angel understand, but he never did.
His life was a waste. Enjolras was the only thing that brought any light into his life.
Because of this, Grantaire would die by his side.
A/N: this was just what was on my mind, so I decided to let it out.