[ I believe in you, Grantaire had said, and Enjolras had been knocked momentarily off balance at the force of his words -- the genuine, undeniable way he had spoken in his turn, instantly when Enjolras' cruel, but self-deprecating words had left his mouth. It was some foolish argument about something or another that left Enjolras with the feeling of hopelessness, he can't even really remember it because he feels so bad about it -- even if he thinks Grantaire should believe in other things, should believe in everything, he can't deny that it feels heartwarming to be the single thing R believes in.
He decides to make it up to him, which is a rarity in itself -- Enjolras rarely apologizes, rarely sees fault in the harsh words he uses when they're deserving, but being Grantaire's sole belief gives him... a new perspective, maybe. A new way to look at Grantaire, not as something delicate or breakable, but as something to be treasured, to be loved.
So when Grantaire comes home at night, the lights have all been dimmed, candlelight being the only proof that someone is indeed home. They litter across every available flat surface and lead into the bedroom, where Enjolras sits on their shared bed, in a pair of lacy women's underwear. It's a kink that had been mentioned somewhere along the lines and Enjolras had been strongly against it, but now that he's sitting here in them, his long hair cascaded around his shoulders instead of his usual braid, he maybe understands the appeal of it. A little.
no subject
He decides to make it up to him, which is a rarity in itself -- Enjolras rarely apologizes, rarely sees fault in the harsh words he uses when they're deserving, but being Grantaire's sole belief gives him... a new perspective, maybe. A new way to look at Grantaire, not as something delicate or breakable, but as something to be treasured, to be loved.
So when Grantaire comes home at night, the lights have all been dimmed, candlelight being the only proof that someone is indeed home. They litter across every available flat surface and lead into the bedroom, where Enjolras sits on their shared bed, in a pair of lacy women's underwear. It's a kink that had been mentioned somewhere along the lines and Enjolras had been strongly against it, but now that he's sitting here in them, his long hair cascaded around his shoulders instead of his usual braid, he maybe understands the appeal of it. A little.
He'll wear make up next time. ]