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Grantaire lived in furnished lodgings very near the Café Musain. He went out, and five minutes later he returned. He had gone home to put on a Robespierre waistcoat.

"Red," said he as he entered, and he looked intently at Enjolras. Then, with the palm of his energetic hand, he laid the two scarlet points of the waistcoat across his breast.

And stepping up to Enjolras, he whispered in his ear:—

"Be easy."

Enjolras grabbed him by the lapels and kissed him passionately

Commissioned by the lovely @riotstarruika

The dawn before the barricade

Red I feel my soul on fire!

Black, my world if he's not there!

Red, the color of desire!

Black, is the color of despair!

Klimt but make it Enjoltaire