granxaire:

If anyone notices Enjolras is anything but
composed when he leaves Grantaire’s side,
that person is not Grantaire.

                                He turns away and stalks towards the bar,
                                ignoring whatever look it is Feuilly and Joly
                                are trying to implore on him when he orders
                                another bottle, because fuck glasses, and
                                really, fuck you too, Bartender, with your 
                                judging glances. Certain gods have already
                                beaten you to it this evening.

              Bahorel is standing at Grantaire’s usual table
              and so Grantaire just swerves away from that.
              No. He’s not interested in talking right now. He’s
              got a bottle in his hand a plan to have fucking forgot
              about this by morning. And Bahorel and Jehan and
              the rest are not going to interfere.

He shoulders open the door out of the bar
and his fingers tighten around the bottle
neck because of fucking course Enjolras
beat him out here.

                          “Hard to celebrate your mortal sins
                            out here, Apollo. Run along inside,
                            your friends are looking for you.”

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                                           The gods are angry at him.

             Zeus is striking him where he 
           stands, angry at this namesake
           of his SON that has none of the
           obedience, the subservience HE
           had. Enjolras made a despicable
           APOLLO, too chaotic by  h  a  l  f.

                                             (   Grantaire is everything Dionysus
                                              should be– from bottle to wild hair
                                              but there is tension in him that rubs
                                              Enjolras wrong– sparks on skin.   )

              Blue eyes snap from bottle to
           scowl, and his jaw TENSES.

                            ”If they are, they would call me.“
                             What was it they said? Something
                              like  f i n d e r s    k e e p e r s?

                                                         ( What was it they said about LIARS? )

                    ”Besides– you’re doing plenty
                      C E L E B R A T I N G  there.“