Coeliac,Theatre Arts lover and Multi-Fandom blog

DID WE DO

TO DESERVE

BABY

FUCKING

why the fuck do you people buy red cars like i had no idea how bright and obnoxious they looked

there are BERRIES on the trees. like bright red. id never noticed them because they blended in. a new problem has arisen now: how the fuck do you people keep yourselves from trying to eat them they’re so tempting looking

One day Grantaire shows up to a meeting wearing a green hoodie, ripped jeans, and a grey beanie.

Gavroche is there with him, wearing the same exact outfit, but miniaturized.

When Enjolras sees them, he stops dead in his tracks. A look of horror passes over his face as he whispers “There’s another one,” and has to hold onto a chair to keep from falling over.

jehan takes candid photos of grantaire, with a few days worth of stubble and a paint stained shirt, drinking coffee in front of jehan’s window, the sill covered with pott-plants 

they both know all the weird places in the city that hardly anyone goes to, all the tiny bookstores and coffee places, the tiny narrow streets that haven’t changed in generations, the spot where an almost famous poet wrote their masterpiece, the bars where struggling musicians will play to a dozen patrons 

they lie together in bed for half the day, jehan with a book in their hand whilst Grantaire carefully draws intricate patterns over their arms and back and chest

jehan is forever writing poems that they post on their blog (which has a small but dedicated following) about this messy, disjointed, almost relationship, about rough hands and r’s loud laughter and the empty wine bottles and lying side by side looking up at the stars

grantaire doesn’t have an amazing voice, but he’s pretty good at playing the guitar and when it gets to a certain time of night he’ll start playing for les amis, and the songs can range from ridiculous acoustic covers of a popular song which has everyone crying with laughter, or a beautiful song that nobody’s ever heard of (except jehan because it was on the mixtape- yes mixtape- that they gave him) 

jehan has more than once showed up to abc meetings with a faded smudge of paint on their cheek 

whenever they have a night out, all of les amis’ instagrams and snapchat stories are filled with these ridiculous beautiful (because somehow together these two never fail to take a good photo?? it doesn’t make any sense??? they’re both some of the least photogenic people ever when they’re on their own???) photos of the two of them, jehan’s red braided hair and bright outfits and lomb limbs wrapped around the shorter grantaire, with his broad shoulders, dark curls, his old flannel shirt

And since my hearing aids aren’t synched for when I replace the battery, the left hearing aid will go off one afternoon, and I’ll know that the right one will go off the following night.

Yesterday afternoon, I replaced my left hearing aid battery.

Now it is tomorrow night. Now I sit, and I wait, for that monotone-ass motherfucker in my head to yell “BATTERY” in my ear, again leading to my gradual heart failure. It is only so long before my heart cannot take this repeated occurrence of panic.

I sit.

I wait.