kernow | ➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

[ Enjolras laughs softly despite himself. He nudges back, still refusing to let go of Remi’s hand.]

You couldn’t agree to that on a topic I actually know something about? Easy concession when you know all I can say about art is saying that I like or dislike it.

Hey that’s not true. You did not just say you “liked” this one; you called it powerful. And I think I saw a tear because it’s not hot enough in here to call it sweat. And it’s okay if you don’t know about art for once I can talk at length while you listen, yeah?

[Enjolras touches his cheek with his free hand and ah, yes, the moistness is still there, that part wasn’t imagined.]

Tell me what you think of this one then. What should I take from this piece?

[Theres an earnest, expectant look on his face as he asks; he could use a modern artist’s perspective, a commentary of the artistic rigor of the piece rather than his own memory rehashing a then-politically charged social commentary.]

This one in particular? [ Grantaire shifts awkwardly, wishing very much for an excuse to smack or kiss that earnest expression. Either would make it less humiliating to have it aimed at him, anyway. He clears his throat and looks up at the piece for a moment, cocking his head. ]

It’s a masterwork. Unquestionably. It was timely, it’s lovingly crafted by a masterful Romantic. And it’s emotional. All of Delacroix’s are, though. It’s not my favorite but God if that isn’t probably my favorite of his traits in his work. You can feel what they’re feeling. See what they’re thinking. There, even the gentleman? The look of determination. They all look to her with such ferocity, I appreciate that immensely. France has fought amongst itself so often but here they are united looking up at Liberty and her flag..

[ He takes a breath, contemplating the piece again. ]

And under her. The sacrifice. People have to die for liberty to happen. “Liberty leading the people” yes but. Liberty isn’t free. She steps on corpses to make herself higher and lead the way. It’s... a realistic representation of what... revolution is, in that way. Like he could have easily used a rock or a hill for her to stand on but he respects the reality of it. It’s empowering for those who were part of it. —I’m sure. But it also shows the redundancy and cyclic ways of humanity. It’s the way it’ll always go. We kill each other for what we believe in.

[ He shakes his head, brow furrowed and sucking his teeth as he waits for the rebuttal. ]

[Whatever Enjolras was expecting out of Remi, it wasn’t that. He’s come to admire Remi’s artist eye, sure, but what he’s describing...its like hearing it from Combeferre, Feuilly, Jehan, himself if he actually knew how to say all that he feels so succinctly. Somewhere who was there or can at least understand all the heavy sentiment lost to the audience of this modern world.

...And then he keeps talking, pessimism bleeding into the shreds of empathy Enjolras was just starting to grasp.]

It wasn’t—it isn’t like that. These people were ultimately victorious...I mean, it’s meant to be the 1830 Revolution, right? They won, and even when they were knocked down and forced to endure another monarchy, they ended up rising again. [He would know; as soon as he started remembering who he’d been, he researched not only the 1832 Revolution but also the 1848 Revolution, bittersweet as it was.] That’s why this painting serves as a symbol of the French Republic; as much pain and heartbreak as all that death brings, the idea of liberty never dies. The people always rise.

Edited (I wanted more sap at the end there) 2020-02-20 01:58 (UTC)

Or they don’t.

[ It comes from his mouth like a slap; it’s bitter and raw and he immediately regrets it. Rémi takes a deep breath, trying to bite his tongue. R looks up at Enjolras, feeling small again as he takes a step back from him. What was it for? We lost. You lost. Another man won your fight-

He turns and walks away from the crowd. And Apollo. The boyfriend like voice in his head tells him to look for the silver lining. Be better, do this right. I’m thankful I didn’t have to see his bloodied body under Liberty’s feet. ]

[The words, surprisingly bitter and raw, knock Enjolras off kilter. He tries to reach out, figure out what he’s said now to upset him—]

Remi, wai—

[Enjolras’ fingers grasp only air, their intended target already out of earshot in the busy, cacophonous hallway. He tries to maneuver his way through the crowd of tourists and school groups, but it’s too late; Remi’s nowhere to be seen.]

➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

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enjoy the work I just made for you~

GOD i hate you

you did it, climbed that whole mountain

oh are you ready for this—

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