#louis garrell

Grantaire, the 21yo aspiring musician from London.

- slowly working his way through the classics

- likes to sneak into museums after hours

- relies soley on self-deprecation and his accent when flirting

- really wishes his boyfriend would stop getting in fist fights with homophobes

- loves convincing Enjolras to skip his 8am lecture to stay in bed and fool around

- always in need of a haircut

- wild and in love

Or, R from the beginning of Lover of the Light

The Dreamers

-I'm not ashamed to talk frankly. I thought that's one thing you liked about me. My openness.Imagining you could no longer love me is far worse for me than what you call the rules I set for myself. I know we're two people, and so like anyone we could be together. But for how long? If we're two ordinary people, how long will our love last? Eternal love doesn't exist, not even in books. So loving means for a finite time. There'd be no miracle for us, we're no different to anyone else. If I give myself to you, you'll go off.

-You don't trust me much, then.

-I'm not a fool. You're handsome. Everyone likes you. You've known a lot of women. I've met at least two of them. As with them, one day you'll leave to love another that you find more pleasing. And I won't survive. Not to mention the jealousy. Perhaps I'd be able to endure my sadness, others do.

-It won't work, Junie. You can't hold out alone against our love. Because I'm armed. And I'm not going to let you do it.

When it feels like nothing else matters, will you put your arms around me?

E x R