A/N: Hi, first of all: thank you guys for all the reviews, follows and favorites. It's seriously awesome to get so much support at my attempt to start writing again. I've got a request for some Jehan/Courf fluff so I'm going to think about that and try to write something nice about the two of them. If you like them as a couple, please go to my account and check out my one-shot called "Wilting flower". I've posted it a couple of days ago as a one shot since it was about 1.900 words and I considered that a little bit too long for a drabble. So if you haven't read that yet, please do and let me know what you think.
For today I've got some Enjolras/Grantaire for you guys. This drabble is inspired by the song Mary from the Dutch singer Bertolf. Please listen to the song before/after/while reading this fic (youtube is your friend) and let me know what you think of the song. Personally I really like it.
They walked down the graveyard together, snow crackling under their feet. It was the day after Christmas and Grantaire had stated that morning he wanted to visit his mothers grave. It was the first time he'd asked Enjolras to come along, so now they walked down the lawn, hands intertwined.
"She would've liked you, you know. The way you talk about equality and even your passion in general. She would've liked that." Grantaire barely ever spoke about his mother, but now they were walking here, he told Enjolras little bits about her, which made Enjolras wish he could've met her. There was a photo of Grantaires mother in the windowsill at their apartment though and Enjolras could see how mother and son had the same eyes.
They held still at the end of the lawn. "Next month it's seven years ago." Grantaire said softly, pointing out his mothers headstone. "Do you mind?" Enjolras shook his head and Grantaire let go of his hand. Carefully he wiped the snow away from the stone. "Hey mom." Grantaires voice was barely above a whisper. "Here he is. The Apollo I've been talking to you about for four years now. I thought you should meet him." Grantaire gestured at Enjolras.
"I have something to tell you too." The prospect of what he was going to tell made him smile brightly. "I'm going to get married. Who would've thought huh? Your ever cynic son getting married." Grantaires fingers traced the outline of the letters on the stone. Mary Grantaire, beloved daughter, mother and friend. The date of her birth and death engraved underneath it. "The ring was my Christmas present. Best gift ever! Yes, sorry mom, better than that time you took me to Disney for Christmas." Grantaire looked back at Enjolras for a moment, his face radiant. "I thought you'd like being the first to know. We're telling our friends tonight." He laid his hand upon the stone one more time before walking back to Enjolras, their fingers intertwined again.
They stood there in silence for about a minute, Grantaire's head laying upon Enjolras' shoulder. Enjolras squeezed his fiancées hand softly. "May I?" He whispered. Grantaire squeezed his hand back as an answer. "Hi, Ms. Grantaire." Enjolras stuttered a little. He didn't really know how to approach this. He'd never talked to someone who passed away before, but he felt like he had to now, for his fiancée. "I'm sorry you're hearing about this after the proposal. I promise you, I would've asked you for your sons hand if that would've been an option. I went for the next best thing now and asked his best friend, even though Jehan's a soppy romantic who would've agreed no matter what. It's about the intention right?" He sounded slightly insecure, but he could feel Grantaire smile at his comment about Jehan. "I love your son very much and I'm going to do all I can to make him happy, I promise." When Enjolras stopped talking, Grantaire lifted his head from the blonde mans shoulder, smiled at him and placed a kiss on his lips.
When they started to walk back to the car Grantaire looked back one more time before turning to Enjolras.. "Thank you. Thank you, you did this for me, with me."