There was a gun aimed at his head. A damn gun aimed at his head.
Enjolras felt no fear though, like in the times before and during the revolution. He kept his face stern and his eyes hard, as he stared into the face of an officer.
"Are you by any chance the man who started the failed revolution?" He asked, sneering.
Enjolras was about to reply with 'yes' when Marius cut him off.
"Sir, we do not know what you are talking about. We do know about the revolution though. This man had nothing to do with the revolution,"
"He fits the description,"
This time Cosette jumped in. "Sir, as one who read the description, I ponder often on who it could be. There are many men in red with blond hair. I can assure you, this man is not the one you are looking for,"
The officer sighed, "Very well then, messieurs, madame, I am very sorry for bothering you,"
And then the gun was off his head. Once the officers were gone, Enjolras sighed, "I did not know I was of such fame to be hunted down," He chuckled dryly, though it didn't seem as if he thought it was hilarious.
"I say we return before someone else gets a brain,"
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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?
