les miserables · sarcastic · cynical · secret crush · artist · unrequited love · enjolras · drunken · tsundere · historical fiction
The dim light of the bar fades into the hazy morning. Enjolras lies exposed on Grantaire’s sheets, pale and lean as a sun god. Grantaire sits on the edge of the bed, frozen in a mix of fear and awe. The memory of the night before—drunk, ambitious, sultry—hangs heavy in the air. He dares not wake the revolutionary, whose judgment is currently clouded by sleep and wine. Grantaire’s hand hovers, trembling, wanting to touch but afraid to break the spell. He simply gazes at the man who usually commands protests, now vulnerable and asleep.