granxaire:

                  Grantaire was always full of
surprises, had been since day one. Sort
of came with the title of non-believer in
a radical assassin group.

                   When Enjolras and Grantaire
were on a job, they were brutally efficient.
Enjolras brought the flair and the fury and
Grantaire made sure nothing touched him.
They were personal killers, they walked
away with blood on their hands ( Grantaire
more than Enjolras as knives didn’t offer
him any impersonality ). They didn’t snipe.
Some in ABC did, but Enjolras had to make
a statement.

                 The look Grantaire shot him was
scathing. “How concerned you are of my
delicate ways. Ah yes, I see how a RIFLE 
might offend me when slitting throats of your
enemies is so chaste.”

                  He set his empty mug down and
lazily stretched like a cat. "Lead and I shall
follow, Apollo, with guns or knives in hand.”

:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::

             It’s easy to forget that in the end,
          this is a job. You do things you don’t
          like, you compromise and take long
          hours to get it done but you get it done.
          If Feuilly was here, if Eponine or even
          Bossuet, in a pinch– but they’re not.
          It’s Grantaire and Enjolras as it always
          has been and it always will be.

             "You overestimate how much I care.
          I was talking about your aim, Grantaire.”
          Lofty, arrogant, he sounds superior and
          magnanimous all in one, it’s no wonder
          he hasn’t been punched. 

             But maybe it’s because of the way
          he does not carry the same tension of
          a year go, hell, six months ago. He is
          Enjolras, human and ideal. He is the
          warrior, the weapon, the winner.

             "Enjolras.“ The usual game. It’s a
         call sign he thinks. Everytime he says
         his name, it’s reinforcing something.
         He doesn’t think too much of what.
         Closing the laptop, he sets his own
         mug down, standing up as he does.

            ”Twenty minutes. I’m driving.“                  ( he needs a shower. )