"Hey Enjolras." Grantaire slides onto the bench beside him, beer bottle in hand. He nuzzles up against the blonde's neck and breathes in his sent. He smells like grass and gunpowder. Grantaire doesn't know why but he loves it, it's just totally Enjolras.
"'Taire. I though you were gonna stop." Enjolras pats his curly hair with one hand and continues studying the paperwork he has on the table.
"I will someday." Grantaire looks up through his eyelashes at Enjolras and frowns. "Rassy? What's wrong?"
No response. Grantaire's frown deepens and creases show on his forehead. Normally Enjolras hates it when he's called 'Rassy'.
"'Ras?" He looks down at the paper on the desk and sobers almost instantly. "So, I'm not the only one who hasn't kept their word."
"It's my life' work. I'm not going to quit now."
Enjolras' campaign or, as he likes to call it, his revolution. Everyone is aboard but Grantaire knows it's not right for Enjolras to be so devoted. It's all Enjolras ever does and he can't persuade him to slow down. It will be his downfall, he's sure.
"I didn't say quit, Ras. I meant-"
"Well, it sure sounded like it." Enjolras snaps and shoves him away.
"Enjolras. That's not what I meant and you know it." Grantaire raises his voice and he knows trouble is brewing. He also knows he's not drunk enough to be comfortable with it.
"Do I? Because every chance you get to criticise my revolution, you take it and it hurts, 'Taire. I've spent my life on this!" He's on his feet, the work clutched to his chest. Grantaire can see the bags under his eyes from all the sleepless nights.
"I'm not criticising you. I'm stopping you from losing everything to this. You can't be a hero all your life, Enjolras." Grantaire rises too and he's vaguely aware of people craning their necks to watch.
"If doing this makes me one then it's worth everything. I'll give everything i have to this. Sacrifice everything I love so I can make a difference." Had this been a different circumstance, this would of made him sound heroic and brave but Grantaire didn't see it that way.
"So, it's more important than your own life? You mean that little to yourself, you'd throw it all away for one tiny commendation in some history book?"
Nod.
"And the others?"
Nod.
"Me?"
"Yes." Biggest lie he's ever told.
Enjolras knows that's too far but he says it anyway. He doesn't hesitate and he doesn't apologise. Instead, he stands there and watches the bottle slide out Grantaire's hand as his face pales and he shakes his head.
"No." He says quietly. "Tell me you don't mean that." His voice wavers and tears are beginning to pool in his eyes.
Enjolras is lost for words. He wants to stop lying and tell Grantaire he's sorry and he loves him more than anything but he doesn't. He wants to beg for forgiveness and cling to him until he's so annoyed he gives in, much like Grantaire has done to him, but he doesn't. He doesn't do anything except break on the inside as Grantaire chokes out a laugh.
"I knew you never would love me. I don't know why I ever believed you."
Something snaps and his words turn to a hiss.
"Have fun with your revolution, hero." He spins on his heel and the glass under his shoes breaks. Grantaire shoots him a glare as cold as ice and stalks out. No one notices the shard he's purposefully lodge in the sole of his boot.
Wow. Thank you so much for you kind reviews! Sorry about the feels!
Also, sorry I am such a terrible writer. This chapter is bad, I know.
Final chapter should be up on Friday! Prepare for ultimate sadness!
Libs ~MusicLoveandMagic~
