Grantaire POV
Grantaire wasn't scared. He just didn't expect for it to end like this. To wake up and then be shot back to sleep, holding the hand of the love of his life. To have failed at another revolution.
No, Grantaire wasn't scared. He was going to die eventually anyways. But the look in Enjolras' eyes, the look after realizing that all his friends were laying dead on the floor, by his feet.
And so Grantaire had walked past the soldiers, keeping his eyes on Enjolras before reaching him and finally turning around, saying, "Shoot is both in one blow," before turning around to look at E, saying, "Will you permit it?"
Will You Permit it?
Will you permit me to die beside you?
Will you permit me to be here with you?
And then E had taken his hand, and Grantaire had fallen for him all over again. He wanted to tell him how much he adored him, how he'd give up everything for E, even his wine.
And yet, Grantaire didn't get the chance. The bullets had lodged in him and Enjolras. The pain was short, and the dark rushed in quickly.
If Grantaire and Enjolras were to somehow live, he would tell Enjolras. Tell him that he loved him. But that was a big if, there was no chance he'd survive such a shooting.
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If We Had Survived... (Enjoltaire)
FanfictionGrantaire wasn't afraid of dying, and with the Leader in Red, holding his hand, nothing could be better. Or perhaps it could've been... The confusion was real on Enjolras' face when he woke in Grantaire's arms. He was...alive?
