granxaire:

Grantaire watches the road as they veer
away from it and the airfield they definitely
were not welcome to drive up and visit. He
REALLY does not like the idea of taking their
mark out here, but Enjolras and his fucking
statements and his ‘you’re not welcome in
Paris so we won’t let you reach city limits.’

But he keeps with their conversation. Doesn’t
point out that he thinks this is an awful fucking
idea because Enjolras has already made this
call and Grantaire will follow. It’s what he does.

       “Education should be learning
         for learning’s sake. It should be
         an exchange of information, not
         a damn competition to see which
         school’s gonna get better funding 
         based on the numbers students 
         push out under stress at the end
         of every term.”

The car rumbles to a stop and Grantaire stubs
out his cigarette as he slides out of the car.

       "You’re lucky I had my fucking coffee,”
he mutters, pulling the strap of his bag tighter.

:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::

          Enjolras is silent for a moment–
       the corners of his lips twitching in 
       amusement he cannot quite hide.
       He’s not making fun of you but it’s
       easy to think so when he glances
       over, something easy and familiar
       in his eyes– a look they haven’t
       shared in a while.

                                 ”—-You know, might be the first
                                  thing we can agree on. How about
                                  that?“ A small chuckle. "There’s
                                  hope for you yet, Grantaire.”

           But enough about hope, they
        have a job to do and though he
        still looks quietly amused, Enjolras
        rolls his eyes and reaches for his
        own bag as they make the trek to
        a vantage point he had marked out
        on his map. “It’s not that far. Exercise
        is good for you. Take note of where
        you’re walking too– we’ll be doing 
        this in zero visibility.”

                                        (   not his first rodeo, enjolras. can the orders.  )