Blind Lover

Time is ticking

" We have three weeks.Twenty eight days. That's it. Don't you get it, Courferac? A month and our fates will be decided," Enjolras muttered while rubbing his temples.Courferac shook his head and pried Enjolras' fourth cup of coffee out of his hand.

"Yes Enjolras. So we should rest," Enjolras's eyes widened with a scowl.

"Enjolras,no. Come on. Look around. Everyone is exhausted."

There was truth in Courferac's words. Marius was half asleep on his laptop( he had just finished skyping Cosette), Combeffere was pacing around the room while rubbing his eyes. Even Jehan's smile seem to grow limp like a flower left out of water. Sighing, Enjolras nodded. Courf smiled and cleared his throat.

"Meeting dismissed," he called out. All the Amis could not have ran out faster.

Except for Enjolras of course. Exhausted, he tugged at his hair.

Now was definitely not time for a headache.

Sighing softy, he ran a hand through his knotted locks and started to slowly clean up the cafe. There was one corner he avoided however. He shook his head as he saw Grantaire just watch him clean the mess up. He would throw out the drunk ,but there was something about Taire being there that made armholes hesitate. Taire was his opponent. Well, the government was. But while Enjolras was glad that he had his Amis to support him, he was secretly satisfied at having Grantaire. Because if he could convince Taire or prove him speechless then he could definitely make the government obey.
          "You know, if you just took a broom you wouldn't have to bend down to grab every wrinkles paper,Apollo." Grantaire spoke with a smirk as Enjolras rubbed his back. Blue eyes narrowed at R.
          "Ah well, since you came up with the brilliant idea why don't you do it yourself. Or do you not know how to help out?" Enjolras snapped, mostly out of exhaustion. Something flickered through Grantiares eyes.

Anger.

amusement.

agony.

Grantaire forced his mask back on and stood up from his chair.
         " I'll help,only because I don't think you'll be able to last the night if you do this all alone. " Blood rushed up Enjolras's face. Was he calling him weak? As if already knowing his answer, Grantaire shook his head.
        "You aren't weak Apollo. But as Courferac said, we can't all be exhausted. And the Amis leader can't be exhausted." Something Enjolras snapped.
"Stop calling me that. We? You mean The Amis, Grantaire. What do you do? Really, tell me. Nothing but get my people drunk and distracted. and you speak like you don't believe which is exactly what I thought. You don't bel-" guilt trapped Enjolras mid sentence when the bottle from Taire's hand slipped.

The bottle crashed, sending green pieces everywhere.Some red wine dropped from individual pieces, trying to hang on for dear life. Exactly what Grantaire was doing.

Trying to hang on for dear life. 

Tension could have been sliced easily with a knife while two glanced at each other.R's jaw clenched along with his fist for a second but then loosened in guilt. Grantaire knew Enjolras was right.

Enjolras knew he was wrong. Boy, did he know it. But the blonde swallowed down his apology to save his pride. He couldn't let Grantaire know that he was wrong. He couldn't. And what was the drunk going to do anyway? Enjolras tried reasoning with his concious. Drink away his sorrows? Well, check that off the list, Enjolrass thought. 

A shadow crossed the room ,and Grantaire was gone with the soft spoken wind.