Philia

by RosedeVampyr

Enjolras and Grantaire has survived the barricade. Short one-shot; attempt at asexual brick!Enjolras. Philia is one of the four ancient Greek words for love, usually translated as friendship. NOTE: In the beginning is a brief reference to 19th century attitudes toward homosexuality. Sorry the shortness, may rewrite this. As always: English is not my first language.

Paris, France, 1859

"Strong and dark, like coffee should be." Grantaire put the cup in Enjolras´hands.

"Just like your men?" Enjolras said with a smile, without sounding mocking. Even in the beginning, after finding out Grantaire was third sex, he had accepted it as a crime without victim and thus not a crime; something impure, but still something which should be tolerated. Then Grantaire had been ready to die with him in the barricade.

Twenty seven years ago.

"No, I actually like my men as fairer side." Grantaire smiled and then changed subject. "Prouvaire has found his vampire. She is splendid, an unmarried older woman with taste to florid and pure, as well as asylum reforming, and he is deeply in love."

"I´m happy," Enjolras said. "His Roses et sang may not be a well-known book, but he really can write."

"I thought you didn´t care about poetry."

"Not really, but Prouvaire is a friend, it was his first book, so I bought and read it. He is a bit like mix of Baudelaire and Gautier, but he has his own voice." Enjolras tasted his coffee. "Thank you, Grantaire."

"Love, thine is the future," Grantaire smiled.

"Grantaire..."Enjolras began but was interrupted by Grantaire´s laughter.

"Enjolras, you do not own anything to me. Drink your coffee."