A/N: Hi. Cherie here. I know I've been MIA for over a month, but with the holidays, and midterms, and switching classes, and... uggh. But I'm back, and I'll try to get to my computer more often.
This here is for my love for Enjolras. I absolutely adore this character (almost as much as Grantaire did). This started out being just a tale about how Grantaire felt to be dying with Enjolras but ended up becoming a Grantaire/Enjolras fic. I didn't expect it to be a slash fic, so please R&R to let me know how I did and if this was even remotely accurate and heart-wrenching.
And now, enough. On to the actual work!
Final Revelations
Grantaire, the disorderly drunkard
Was caught in a fiery dream
Where things just didn't turn out
The way they'd been planned to be
He 'd already known
He was going to hell
But not for… well… this,
He'd thought, but for the bottle in hand
His dream was "heresy",
A "god-awful sin"
But the ecstasy silenced him
Again and again
Those soft lips exploring
The warmth of his skin
He'd never quite expected
A man lying in his bed
The man pressed his body
Atop Grantaire's own
His ocean eyes were lustful
His golden locks shone
At first he'd thought he lay
In the presence of a god
His own personal Apollo
Teasing his lips, on and on
Then he got a better look
At Apollo's face
And he saw not a Grecian
But a student in his place
It was in fact his Apollo,
He thought through blinding light
Fearless leader Enjolras
Was the lover of his night
For the god walking with men
He'd laid worship at his feet
And now he had the god's love, too
Wine and him was all he'd need
He murmured Apollo's name
Pressed his lips upon his skin
Made believe for just tonight
That he'd escape his sin
Enjolras tore him from the vodka
And showed him his world of men
A world in which he would not
Resign himself to drinks again
As he screamed out to Enjolras
In that dark, cold, lonely night
He could feel Apollo smile
And knew that though wrong, he was right
At that moment, Grantaire woke
The dream gone without a trace
Here he slept at the table
A bottle in the "lover" 's place
With a jolt, he soon perceived
That Apollo had been condemned
And he shouted to the soldiers
That he'd fought with this young man
"Let me die with him!" he continued,
Nothing left to lose or gain
If he were left surviving,
Life would never be the same.
He locked Enjolras in his gaze
And said a thousand silent prayers
Let me join you, let me love you
Since daylight won't come again
Grantaire offered up his soul, his life
To the student without fear
Here was his love, his own salvation
Who'd looked out for him all these years
And Apollo rightly answered
Heeding the drunkard's earnest call
With a hand outstretched beyond life
He prepared for the last fall.
Grantaire took him on his offer
And gripped his hand as if
They'd been in another time and place
And strong enough to live
He'd always worshipped this strong leader
And perhaps he'd loved him, too
Through his wine-haze, he knew just one thing:
Apollo, I will die for you.
As they stared into the void
They stayed by each other's side
Then the sergeant shouted, "Fire!"
And they both began to die.
He felt Apollo's gaze upon him
Heard his last breath drawn
"Grantaire.. Vive l'Republique!"
Maybe these things kept him strong?
Then Grantaire looked to the heavens
And he prayed for his friend's soul.
He no longer cared about himself,
But Enjolras deserved more.
It was then that Grantaire saw the world
Blur beneath his gaze
He breathed his last breath: Apollo!
And he let go of his pain.
Enjolras, just a simple man,
Had fought and finally been beat,
With the man who loved him most
Glaze-eyed and worshipping at his feet.
A/N: R&R would be welcomed gladly, since this is my first poem saga, my first ever slash fic, and, most importantly, my first Les Miserables fanfic!