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fic: can you tell
May. 2nd, 2014 03:41 amTitle: can you tell
Fandom: Les Miserables
Pairing: Enjolras/Grantaire
Rating: PG13
Warnings: none
A/N: For the unrequited/pining slot of my![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
trope_bingo card.
Summary:
One afternoon Enjolras takes the seat across from Grantaire, conveniently in the direct path of soft afternoon light that makes it imperative for Grantaire to quickly capture the way the light burnishes Enjolras’ curls. He looks like a vision of paradise in every religion in the world and Grantaire frantically drags his pencil across his sketchbook, eyes flickering between the page and Enjolras.
‘It has come to my attention,’ Enjolras says and instantly ruins the ethereal image.
But that’s all right because Grantaire is an artiste and he is capable of working around obstacles like his muse being a flawed human after all. ‘Hold it,’ he pleads, ‘for the love of God, Enjolras, close your mouth and don’t move for a minute.’
Enjolras ignores him. ‘It has come to my attention,’ he says again, sharply this time, eyes narrowing at Grantaire, ‘that I don’t know much about you.’
Fandom: Les Miserables
Pairing: Enjolras/Grantaire
Rating: PG13
Warnings: none
A/N: For the unrequited/pining slot of my
trope_bingo card. Summary:
One afternoon Enjolras takes the seat across from Grantaire, conveniently in the direct path of soft afternoon light that makes it imperative for Grantaire to quickly capture the way the light burnishes Enjolras’ curls. He looks like a vision of paradise in every religion in the world and Grantaire frantically drags his pencil across his sketchbook, eyes flickering between the page and Enjolras.
‘It has come to my attention,’ Enjolras says and instantly ruins the ethereal image.
But that’s all right because Grantaire is an artiste and he is capable of working around obstacles like his muse being a flawed human after all. ‘Hold it,’ he pleads, ‘for the love of God, Enjolras, close your mouth and don’t move for a minute.’
Enjolras ignores him. ‘It has come to my attention,’ he says again, sharply this time, eyes narrowing at Grantaire, ‘that I don’t know much about you.’
