Enjorlas sighed. It was unusual for his to have stayed so this late at the
Musain but he had a problem and it was eating away at his peace of mind.
"If only there weren't two of them." He mused silently.
Suddenly, the door flew open as if with the wind and a wringing wet Grantaire stumbled into the room without so much as noticing Enjorlas. "That's too much," he muttered musingly sinking back and peering at the drunk with his eyes level with the rim of his glass still half full with rich purple wine. "I can't be ignored by one of them. Especially since the other never notices me."
Grasping resolution by the hand, Enjorlas resolved to speak but found it harder than he had expected. Unfortunately for him, he also failed to notice the shabby figure that had slipped in behind Grantaire.
"G-grantaire," he spoke, his usually strong voice sounding foreign and weak to even his own ears. Suddenly, he turned a bright red. "Oh hello, 'Ponine. I didn't see you there. How are you and how is Gavvie?"
"He's fine. I'm fine too." The scruffy yet beautiful gamin was unable to tear her eyes from the handsome revolutionary. He had never spoken to her by name before and she thought the vivid scarlet warmed his usually cold expression wonderfully. Add to that the sculpted features and you had every gamine girls Prince Charming.
Suddenly, Enjorlas decided he couldn't take it any more and spoke accordingly, "Eponine and Grantaire, I can't restrain my feelings any longer: I love you both!"
Grantaire and Eponine couldn't believe their ears and spent the next moment staring at each other openmouthed. Eponine recovered her voice first, "Enjorlas, it's wonderful to know that you return my affection. I love you too!"
Before she knew it, she smothered in his embrace. "Eponine Suzette, will you marry me?" Marcelin shouted joyfully. "Of course!" was her equally ecstatic answer.
"Hey! What about me?" Grantaire interjected, hurt at being left out of the party. "I love you too Enjorlas!"
"We can all be married then!" Enjorlas was happier than ever now both his loves were willing to marry him.
"But who will perform the ceremony?" ever practical Eponine had seen a potential flaw in the threesomes happiness. "Wait! I know just the person! He's called Pere Mabeuf."
"Wonderful," the two men chorused and the three skipped off towards Pere Mabeuf's cottage where he lived happily on his pension of fifty francs a month. Happily, they were unaware of the shadow trailing them. The pretty gamin, Patria raised her pistol and a tear slipped down her face. "I'm sorry Enjorlas," she whispered.
Enjolras stared at the computer screen a full five minutes after reading this. He's rather angry now though I can't imagine why.... All I could gather from his incoherent screams was, "...slash, with that...those, both of them... dirty little girl... Grantaire for heaven's sakes!" Eponine smacked him after the next to last comment and the ice hasn't taken away the red handprint. Courfeyrac's offering to outline the hand with black didn't help either....
Suddenly, the door flew open as if with the wind and a wringing wet Grantaire stumbled into the room without so much as noticing Enjorlas. "That's too much," he muttered musingly sinking back and peering at the drunk with his eyes level with the rim of his glass still half full with rich purple wine. "I can't be ignored by one of them. Especially since the other never notices me."
Grasping resolution by the hand, Enjorlas resolved to speak but found it harder than he had expected. Unfortunately for him, he also failed to notice the shabby figure that had slipped in behind Grantaire.
"G-grantaire," he spoke, his usually strong voice sounding foreign and weak to even his own ears. Suddenly, he turned a bright red. "Oh hello, 'Ponine. I didn't see you there. How are you and how is Gavvie?"
"He's fine. I'm fine too." The scruffy yet beautiful gamin was unable to tear her eyes from the handsome revolutionary. He had never spoken to her by name before and she thought the vivid scarlet warmed his usually cold expression wonderfully. Add to that the sculpted features and you had every gamine girls Prince Charming.
Suddenly, Enjorlas decided he couldn't take it any more and spoke accordingly, "Eponine and Grantaire, I can't restrain my feelings any longer: I love you both!"
Grantaire and Eponine couldn't believe their ears and spent the next moment staring at each other openmouthed. Eponine recovered her voice first, "Enjorlas, it's wonderful to know that you return my affection. I love you too!"
Before she knew it, she smothered in his embrace. "Eponine Suzette, will you marry me?" Marcelin shouted joyfully. "Of course!" was her equally ecstatic answer.
"Hey! What about me?" Grantaire interjected, hurt at being left out of the party. "I love you too Enjorlas!"
"We can all be married then!" Enjorlas was happier than ever now both his loves were willing to marry him.
"But who will perform the ceremony?" ever practical Eponine had seen a potential flaw in the threesomes happiness. "Wait! I know just the person! He's called Pere Mabeuf."
"Wonderful," the two men chorused and the three skipped off towards Pere Mabeuf's cottage where he lived happily on his pension of fifty francs a month. Happily, they were unaware of the shadow trailing them. The pretty gamin, Patria raised her pistol and a tear slipped down her face. "I'm sorry Enjorlas," she whispered.
Enjolras stared at the computer screen a full five minutes after reading this. He's rather angry now though I can't imagine why.... All I could gather from his incoherent screams was, "...slash, with that...those, both of them... dirty little girl... Grantaire for heaven's sakes!" Eponine smacked him after the next to last comment and the ice hasn't taken away the red handprint. Courfeyrac's offering to outline the hand with black didn't help either....