enjolras was so stunning before he died he stopped the national guard and made them pause their execution to just stare and be all “it seems i am to shoot a flower”
can you imagine
what that looked like to grantaire
grantaire who hasn’t seen anyone of his doubt or grief during the battle while his friends are dying around him, grantaire whos last sight was enjolras’ fury at him
to wake up and see him standing their in perfect conviction, the little toad seeing the bird fly untouchably in the sky and stumble over to him, the vive la revolution i am one of them being ripped from his throat
and then to see all that glory take his hand and smile at him? !?!?!?!! ?! ?!?!? ?!?
BUT IT’S EVEN BETTER THAN THAT.
Relegated, as he was, to one corner, and sheltered behind the billiard-table, the soldiers whose eyes were fixed on Enjolras, had not even noticed Grantaire, and the sergeant was preparing to repeat his order: “Take aim!” when all at once, they heard a strong voice shout beside them:
“Long live the Republic! I’m one of them.”
Grantaire had risen. The immense gleam of the whole combat which he had missed, and in which he had had no part, appeared in the brilliant glance of the transfigured drunken man.
He repeated: “Long live the Republic!” crossed the room with a firm stride and placed himself in front of the guns beside Enjolras.
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HE WAS SO SURE OF HIMSELF. FOR ONCE HE KNEW WHERE HE WAS MEANT TO BE, FOR NCE HE WAS STRONG ENOUGH TO DO SOMETHING FOR ENJOLRAS, EVEN IF IT WAS JUST TO DIE FOR HIM.
I CONTEND MY FRIENDS THAT IN THIS MOMENT, IN THIS ONE BRIGHT MOMENT, GRANTAIRE WAS JUST AS BEAUTIFUL AS ENJOLRAS. IN STRENGTH AND CONVICTION AND THE BRIGHT LIGHT OF DAWN, THOUGH EVERYTHING WAS BROKEN AND DESTROYED, HE REMAINED, AND HE STOOD, AND HE DIED IN THE LIGHT OF LOVE AND TRUTH. HE LOVED, AND THAT WAS THE ONKY THING THAT MATTERED.
AND ENJOLRAS LOVED HIM BACK IN THAT MOMENT, AND THEY WERE BEAUTIFUL TOGETHER BEFORE THE GUNS CUT THEM DOWN.
