“Enjolras was the more virile, Combeferre the more humane. […] Combeferre was as gentle as Enjolras was severe, through natural whiteness.”
(vía cucumbeferre)
On E/R
So I was lying in bed unable to sleep and occupied myself with the following thoughts:
Is E/R, strictly as depicted in the Brick, unrequited, or can I find proof that Enjolras too loves Grantaire, without any ‘what if they survive the barricade’?
I found some proof.
(vía nottiem)
#THIS is the enjolras i want #vicious and angry and willing to do anything for his cause
Let me tell you about book!Enjolras. When one of the revolutionaries got drunk and shot an unarmed citizen, Enjolras grabbed the man by his hair, forced him to his knees, and gave him one minute to say his prayers. He stood calmly timing him on his watch as the man screamed and begged at his feet, then put a pistol to his head and shot him. Then “he thrust the body aside with his foot and said, ‘Get rid of that.’” Enjolras had no problem giving Gavroche a gun. Enjolras stayed at the back of the barricade because he knew that he had to stay alive to give orders. Enjolras killed the young National Guard who was loading the cannon even though it pained him to do so— he shed a single tear, called him “brother” and shot him to buy a few precious minutes. Enjolras instructed the revolutionaries to keep a stack of several paving stones on the first floor of the cafe, and when the National Guard attacked, they threw them on the soldiers below and crushed them. Enjolras found several bottles of wine in the back of the cafe; he placed them on the first floor, too, so that when they inevitably ran out of bullets they could use the bottles as clubs. When he was finally pinned down, surrounded by the bodies of his friends and and facing twenty members of the National Guard, Enjolras threw away his gun, offered them his chest, and said, “shoot me.” He refused a blindfold.
Enjolras is vicious. Enjolras is angry. And above all, Enjolras is an idealist; and there is absolutely nothing more dangerous.
(Fuente: bonapartist, vía decourfeynated)
i really have no good excuse for this one, but i like it better than my “red and black” reprise for the scene.
illustration, as crappy as it is, is also by me. sorry, again.
(Fuente: decourfeynated)
the boy i love left me for a revolution
-e.h
inspired by (x)
(Fuente: enjolpollo)
I’m going to kill you with feels now, are you happy?
To die by your side - well, the pleasure, the privelege is mine.There is a light that never goes out… / For the wretched of the Earth there is a flame that never dies.
Enjolras and Grantaire died together and lived in Heaven by each other’s side. That is my post today. Bye bye.