oh shit. Grantaire as Icarus.
someone who knows the risks of what he’s doing but gets so caught up in the warmth of the sun that he forgets just long enough to get himself killed.
an Icarus who looks at the sun like this with a golden reflection in his eyes just before he falls.
ok, coming back to this post-barricade day when I’ve had time to think about it.
‘Enjolras is the sun’ has been done a million times but there’s good reason for it. he brought Grantaire’s world into sharp, beautiful focus - too bright, at times, but once you’ve seen something like that you never want to go back.
I wrote a poem once about how the moment before he fell would likely have been the happiest Icarus had ever been, finally feeling the sun’s warmth on his skin after years trapped in darkness. and what’s the last thing Grantaire feels before he falls at Enjolras’ feet? his own sun. Grantaire takes the leap, reaches into the light, and is rewarded with the euphoria of his sun’s warmth on his hand before it all comes crashing down.
now I’m done, I promise.
