A/N: Dreamy!Jehan drabble. Because it's my fifteenth birthday, and, as a gift, the muses decided to bless me with inspriation. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own it (but I really want Jehan...please?)
Jehan: Hey!

Nearly as Grand

He dreamt often.

Sometimes he was awake when he dreamt, his eyes glazing over as he vanished to other worlds.

He dreamt about his latest love, or the most recent book he read, at least when he was awake. But he reserved his nights for other dreams, dreams of fire and glory and the highest honor in France—that of the liberator.

Dreams of the cause.

He had a poet's mind, he knew, and in real life it would not be so clean. But he didn't mind—they were dreams. Just dreams—beautiful dreams that were his nourishment for the soul.

And so he will stand, and he will shout, "Long live the future!" and it will be nearly as grand as he imagined.

But not quite.