kernow | ➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

[ Grantaire feels the stubble on his face while he looks back at Enjolras piteously. With a swallow, R hears the sound of trampling feet on wooden stairs in his would-be memories; he wakes from a daze— and responds to the man in front of him with another drink from his glass. ]

How does my “artistry” and “wit” compare with someone who thinks he can change the world with sheer force of passion and optimism? [ He cocks his head, pouring a se— a third glass of champagne not liking that the bottle is now half empty. Half full? No. Half empty. ]

I cannot be enough for you. I’ve tried to reconcile it. I've tried to put on what I wish I could be like [ gesturing at the atmosphere around him with a sad, forced smile— ] for you. You are more than I could ever be. You are a reason to believe there’s good in the world. Where does that leave being funny and smart? I—

[ He swallows again, his Adam’s apple jerking in his throat. R extends his hand across the table past the aperitif. His mind’s eye conjures a sweaty and trembling hand with a pale, gun powder covered, but steady hand grasping it. Rémi’s hand shakes and he starts to pull it back, feeling small. ]You can say that but believing it is harder for me. All the same, I just—

[ R looks down at the tarts, trying not to be an idiot and get glassy eyes while his eardrums vibrate. ] I need to be something to you. So- [ So I can be something to me. ] So thank you.

Edited (let’s tone that down a bit. ) 2020-02-09 23:34 (UTC)

[Enjolras reaches out to that hand and grasps it before Remi can get away, riding out the inevitable memories he knows now comes with that specific form of contact-- (The Man and him alone in the Corinthe, the former just reaching out to trace the outline of his lapel before retreating; Joly and Bousset's boisterous laughter as The Man grabs the matron's shawl, acting out a rendition of Enjolras as a vestal virgin, tending the fire of liberty; "You don't believe in anything", "I believe in you") He stares him down, pure fire in his eyes, trying to will Remi into believing his own convictions.]

You are "enough" because I say you are. Don't deprecate yourself or my decision to want you. It's not going to change, so...deal with it.

“Deal with it?”

[ He rotates and grabs to squeeze the hand that caught his, a smirk playing at the melancholic expression as though fighting to make itself known. ]

I applaud you for eloquence and passion and that’s the best you’ve got for me?

[Whatever willpower Enjolras was hoping to impart, it seems to have backfired on him; he turns slightly pink in the ears, but doesn’t let go of Remi’s hand.]

Shut up, I mean it. I’ve been honest with you as soon as I figured out I wanted to kiss you instead of punch you. [ The second part still very much exists but it doesn’t really add to ENJOLRAS’ pint right now.] And I get you have some...baggage or something, and you’re working through that. If you want to tell me at some point, great. But I’m not going anywhere, so you’re just going to have to believe I want to hold your hand, fuck you into that wall behind us, grab coffee with you, all of it, whether you like it or not.

[ It was R’s turn to get rosy skin- in his ears and beneath the fine stubble below his cheekbones. He mouths a response and thanks god for small, dainty tables— then pushes the chair back quietly, stands and leans over, freeing his hand from Enjolras’ just to grab his tie and encourage the damned idiot to meet him a few inches and kiss him square.

R lingers for a moment but loosens his hold and then pulls back. With a smile, a genuine one, he grabs a tart and cuts into it with the same bemused expression. Motioning with his fork, he speaks before he takes a bite. ]

They’re excellent, by the way.

➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

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