I do what I want
Вообще я стараюсь читать по ним исключительно аушки, потому что остальные фики делают мне очень больно. Но иногда во мне просыпается мазохист т.т
Thirty-Two Times, Enjolras/Grantaire, NC-17
Marius, looking chastised but sad, says, “Is there nothing then for romance, Enjolras? It seems a strange emotion to be struck with, distracting as a fever, if it means nothing.”
It is Grantaire who answers first. “Nothing means anything, Marius,” says the cynic. “Yet who would ever die for his country if he did not love some person who lived within it?”
Концовка убила просто:
“Do you permit it?” asks Grantaire, asking to stand with him, and die with him, but Enjolras smiles back, and only thinks about that morning, and how they loved.
He takes his hand.
little boys throwing stones, Enjolras/Grantaire, Jean Valjean
He should have let them go, told them to stand down. He knew they'd die, he knew they would. He kept them there to fight for his foolish dream. They weren't soldiers or politicians, they held no sway over the way things were, they were just little boys throwing stones at the corrupt establishment. They'd looked to him with such hope, such trust. If he had told them to stand down they would still be alive and Marius would be marrying Valjean's daughter and- and-
His breath is coming in ragged gasps, his chest throbs with each beat of his hollow heart.
Enjolras and Grantaire survive the barricade, they're the only ones that do.
Да, именно так все и было:
"I stayed because when I saw you standing alone against those men I knew I needed to be with you, I knew I couldn't not let you die alone."
"I stayed," he whispers against Enjolras' lips, "because I could not bare the thought of life without you."
Thirty-Two Times, Enjolras/Grantaire, NC-17
Marius, looking chastised but sad, says, “Is there nothing then for romance, Enjolras? It seems a strange emotion to be struck with, distracting as a fever, if it means nothing.”
It is Grantaire who answers first. “Nothing means anything, Marius,” says the cynic. “Yet who would ever die for his country if he did not love some person who lived within it?”
Концовка убила просто:
“Do you permit it?” asks Grantaire, asking to stand with him, and die with him, but Enjolras smiles back, and only thinks about that morning, and how they loved.
He takes his hand.
little boys throwing stones, Enjolras/Grantaire, Jean Valjean
He should have let them go, told them to stand down. He knew they'd die, he knew they would. He kept them there to fight for his foolish dream. They weren't soldiers or politicians, they held no sway over the way things were, they were just little boys throwing stones at the corrupt establishment. They'd looked to him with such hope, such trust. If he had told them to stand down they would still be alive and Marius would be marrying Valjean's daughter and- and-
His breath is coming in ragged gasps, his chest throbs with each beat of his hollow heart.
Enjolras and Grantaire survive the barricade, they're the only ones that do.
Да, именно так все и было:
"I stayed because when I saw you standing alone against those men I knew I needed to be with you, I knew I couldn't not let you die alone."
"I stayed," he whispers against Enjolras' lips, "because I could not bare the thought of life without you."