Thank you so much for reading! Again this is my first fanfiction ever and it is unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own! If you have any suggestions about how I can write better please, please share! There are probably a lot of historical errors... Sorry about that...
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This uniform is obviously too big he thought as he walked away from the table. It felt as if he was in a daze, his feet seemed to just carry him back to the shed. He had no desire to be apart of this war at all. Despite all the media praising soldiers and victors he knew that this war was terrible. Grantaire wasn't stupid, he knew the casualty numbers were tremendously higher than anything previous. He prayed that at least Enjolras would be one of those few survivors.
Abruptly he was brought out of his thoughts by the sight of Enjolras standing in the doorway of the shed. He must have heard Grantaire's foot steps so he turned around. "Grantaire! You weren't at M. Thenardier's farm. I went to your house you weren't there so I-" he stopped himself, eyes flicking down to the folded uniform in his arms.
"Did you enlist?" He asked. Grantaire couldn't read the emotion on his face. The permanent frown was there but everything else was blank. He became worried, what if Enjolras didn't approve? He had never even considered what his reaction would be.
"Y-yeah," He looked to the down, trying to avoid seeing his reaction. He heard the sound of Enjolras walking towards him. Would he praise him? Would he scold him?
Enjolras pat him firmly and friendly on the back. "Good job!" Grantaire looked up to see the gleaming brilliance of his Apollo's smile. "I'm glad to see you standing up for something," His heart skipped a beat, he had been praised. Praised by his Apollo nonetheless! He returned the smile, and stood a little taller with pride. Enjolras pat in on the back one more time before walking away, towards his own home.
Of course Enjolras praised him. He was joining the fight for his cause. Enjolras had always been one to stand up for everyone and everything. Had always been a leader, rallying troops of kids to demand they be allowed to play in places that were off limits. If they had been alive during the French Revolution Grantaire was sure Enjolras would had been a lead revolutionary, with Grantaire loyally following behind.
As he walked into the shed he silently thanked God that Enjolras hadn't gone inside and seen all the bottles strewn about. He grabbed one of the full bottles and used his teeth to upon the cork. Taking the first drink of the cheap wine he prayed that he would get drunk quickly.