granxaire:

Mutually Assured Destruction, the Enjolras and
Grantaire story. Even if one of them was more set
on his own destruction than the other.

              “Focused, focused,” Grantaire drawls,
                because even if he doesn’t seem like it,
                he is. He’s the wild card of the group, the
                one who people overlook. He doesn’t need
                to look the part of the ever vigilant partner
                to have Enjolras’s back.

                To be fair, Grantaire offered fewer ideas
                than he did blunt critiques masquerading
                as scathing insults to any plan Enjolras 
                and co. thought up.

He made a face at his coffee because it wouldn’t
insist it was always right like a certain someone.
"That’s a lot of open ground for our usual methods.”

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                And is he ever. Enjolras isn’t too
             proud to admit that Grantaire is–
             he’s very good at what he does.
             For all of their griping, they are
             unfairly efficient at getting the job
             done. One of his many surprises,
             Enjolras once thought and so far,
             he’s not been proven wrong.

               ”We’re going long-range.“ Some
            call Enjolras a murderer but he is a
            dramatic at heart. It’s entirely why
            his murders have evolved into such
            theatrics. Justice is never bland,
            it always tells a story, testified and
            printed across the bloody floor.

               ”You can spot if you’re not ready
            for it,“ Enjolras offers, serious now.
            Grantaire is right– he is the gun but
            it’s not easy to forget that Enjolras
            was a weapon before him. ”They do
            a perimeter sweep fifteen minutes
            before a plane is due, we can recon
            now and come back later tonight.“