e/r modern au: paint me like one of your french girls
grantaire loves taking photos of enjolras. the littlest things make his hands itch to grab his camera and capture the moment. like when enjolras is curled up in his favorite armchair in their flat, positioned in exactly the right angle where the sun gives the most light without blinding him entirely. grantaire has dozens of this kind of photo; enjolras completely enraptured by his political science textbooks or rereading, for the hundredth time, the constitution of the fifth republic (so much so that enjolras can quote any line or paragraph by heart in a split second). or when enjolras is having his first cup of coffee in the morning. when he’s still pliant from sleep and not quite fully awake yet. enjolras’ hair would be in such a sexy disarray that grantaire wouldn’t be able help but take a quick (sometimes blurry) photo before grabbing him and kissing him and nipping at enjolras in a possessive daze. enjolras will push him off, grousing about being late and morning breath or whatnot. but it’s half-hearted at the very least, enjolras’ lips curving into a half-smile almost out of their own accord and giving into grantaire every time. oftentimes, it does leave them running late and grantaire has those moments captured too. enjolras frantically putting his shirt on or fixing his tie. enjolras huffing about whilst looking for his oxfords (under the couch where they were discarded in the rush of last night’s activities). enjolras would be genuinely annoyed then. the constant snapping of grantaire’s camera aggravating his worsening distress. he would shout but rarely does he leave before kissing grantaire softly on the lips, apology uttered in soft hushed tone. grantaire would only smile at him then, his eyes twinkling with delight and ushering him out the door.
there are many random instances too. it’s a pavlovian response to enjolras’ tiny little ticks wherein he gets the irrepressible urge to take the man’s photo. but grantaire’s most favourite moments are captured when enjolras is asleep. when he is still and grantaire has all the luxury to choose his angle and savour the moment without enjolras fussing (because for someone who was born to be in the spotlight, enjolras can get notoriously self-conscious and difficult). grantaire is the only one who truly gets to see enjolras like this. grantaire has to share enjolras with so many things: his causes, his friends, his work and the public. he is a force to be reckoned with and grantaire has accepted long ago that he cannot have the whole of enjolras. but this is the piece of enjolras that grantaire can keep all to himself. this, this is all his and he loves nothing more than to immortalise them in photographs.
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merlin and arthur; first & last lines
If I die, let me die
Let him live
merlin and arthur; first and last touches
Sometimes we see other people in their individual colours, too.
And lately, all I’m seeing is red. [x]
My place is here, I fight with you!
One day more!
The blood of the martyrs will water the meadows of France!
Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums,
There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!
+ Long live all the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you