An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“The barricades, the people, their sweat and their blood, their courage and their fears. He had wanted it for so long. He still did. Bahorel and Prouvaire’s deaths had not deterred him, had not made him fear —but maybe they had made him long for his home: rickety stools in a musty café and tipsy, budding revolutionaries with hearts of gold.”
When he reaches the end and the revolution he has wanted for so long, Enjolras ponders about precious lost time and opportunities.
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This was my entry for Enjoltaire Games 2020, which were so much fun! Go check out the games’ collection if you haven’t done so already!

















