The Darkest Night Will End

The Barricade In The Rue De Villet, 9:17pm, June 5th, 1832

The Barricade in Rue De Villet, 9:17 pm, June 5th, 1832

As the man returned from the alley way into which he'd brought Javert, Enjolras half climbed up onto the barricade, "Courfeyrac you take the watch, they won't attack until it's light. Everybody keep the faith, for certain as our banner flies, we are not alone, the people too must rise."

Courfeyrac grabbed his musket, beginning to climb up and fill the empty position that Basset had left.

Bahorel disappeared into the cafe, returning with an armload of bottles, passing them out amongst the men as more lanterns were brought out from the other buildings.

Jacquelyn moved over to where Marius was pacing restlessly, grabbing his shoulder to stop his movement, "Marius, rest."

From his place on the barricade Feuilly raised his bottle, "Drink with me, to days gone by! Sing with me, the songs we knew!"

Jacquelyn chuckled as Enjolras pulled them to sit next to him on the barricade, taking a bottle that was passed to them by Jehan as he sang, "Here's to pretty boys who went to our heads!"

"Here's to witty girls that went to our beds!" Joly laughed, raising his own bottle.

Jacquelyn leaned against Enjolras as they passed the bottle on, glancing at Grantaire, who sat off to the side, clearly thinking something over as everyone sang, "Here's to them and here's to you!"

"Drink with me- to days gone by!" Grantaire staggered to his feet, raising his bottle high, turning to look at Enjolras, "Can it be, you fear to die?"

Enjolras shifted awkwardly, as Grantaire continued, this time looking to Jacquelyn, "Will the world remember you when you fall?"

"Grantaire that's enough-" Enjolras started to stand, but let his voice fall as Jacquelyn grabbed his hand.

"Can it be, your deaths will mean nothing at all?" Grantaire nearly sobbed, "Is your life just one more lie?"

Jacquelyn watched as he seemed to break down fully, as if the full realization that they had come to days ago came crashing down on him, or more accurately the reality  of the nightmare he'd seen came crashing down.

Grantaire looked at the two people who held his affections, unable to recognize the looks in either set of eyes as he slowly turned, disappearing down into the alley.

Enjolras let go of Jacquelyn's hand, hurrying after Grantaire as the men on the barricade slowly began to sing again, "Drink with me to days gone by..."

Jacquelyn moved into the alley uncertainly, watching as Enjolras crouched in front of Grantaire, murmuring something they couldn't hear. They quietly moved forward, pulling the bottle from his hands gently.

"I- I don't- I don't want to watch them sent off to their deaths Enjolras- I don't want- I don't want to see either of you die." Grantaire muttered, slumping forward into Enjolras' chest, shaking.

Enjolras wrapped his arms around him, "You won't R, we're going to win this. No one else is going to die."

"You don't know that." He hiccuped.

Jacquelyn rested a hand on Grantaire's shoulder, "Aire look at me, we're going to be okay, all of us."

The man pulled away from Enjolras to look at them, and all he needed to do was murmur, "Jackie..." in that broken tone for them to sit down, leaning into both of the men.