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The Les Mis Anon Kink Meme, Round 8
and I am winterborn
10littlebullets wrote in makinghugospin
Since LJ seems to have finally capitulated to the Russian government and is now subject to Russian anti-obscenity laws, I'm not going to take a chance on sudden deletions. The Les Mis kinkmeme now lives at https://lesmiskinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/. (Round 8 here.) Everything has been backed up there. The LJ kinkmeme will stay up, but is now closed to new comments.

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Re: R kicking ass for E 6/6

(Anonymous)
He swallowed it down and bore the burn in his throat, relaxed his muscles, and looked at the man who lay beneath him now, and for no reason rested a hand on his face, smeared the blood there for a moment, before he braced himself to get up. When he looked up, Enjolras was silhouetted against the rapidly darkening sky, his face obscured by gathering shadows, a brooding presence. Grantaire was freshly aware of the blood on his hands, how Enjolras had said jump, and he had answered how high, gone above and beyond any need or want. There had been a subsumation of himself in what he had done, and the fear in that second flooded through his veins. With hasty hands he thrust those thoughts down deep enough that he need not look at them, examine how they frightened him. He dragged the shade of Grantaire up again and plastered him close, covered the thump of his heart and the need in his chest that beat a dreadful rhythm of foolish hope, unnameable emotion that he dared not untangle or peer too closely at.

He stood, and saw Enjolras look with a still face at the men on the ground - the two who had been routed now coming slowly to and making a move to drag their comrade away. There was a long silence, broken only by a wet cough. Grantaire, aware of how it looked, shrugged his shoulders casually, resettled his torn jacket and prodded his bruised jaw, anything not to meet Enjolras's eyes.

He knew that when Enjolras spoke, all would be lost. That Enjolras would see his actions as a defense of France, as some gesture of belief, some note of Grantaire accepting the cause into his heart, and the alternative weakened his knees. That Enjolras once past that first fervid acceptance of a conversion that had never happened, would probe deeper, would peel back the layers, strip ruthlessly the thin skin from Grantaire's thoughts and see the emptiness underneath, filled with a gnawing ache and longing that even Grantaire did not understand, and the thought of tender twisted thoughts exposed not just to Enjolras but to his own eyes was unbearable.

So Grantaire spoke first, snatched the words from the air, as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and profered it with a gaily mocking grin to Enjolras. "Just what I needed before dinner. A dust up in the streets. A fight is as good as a drink for settling the digestion I find - thank you for leading me to one."

It was enough. Enjolras turned away, dismissed him from his thoughts, shelved him perhaps in his mind with men who enjoyed violence not for a cause but as leisure, as a joy in brutality. Not the gleeful casual brawls of Bahorel, but something darker and uglier. Perhaps with the warmth of optimism Enjolras carried inside him, like a banked fire in his chest, there was some momentary flicker, some second of it devoted to Grantaire, the reason why he turned away without speech, but also without revilement, as though, cheated of a convert, he made do for the moment a man who walked beside him, regardless of the gulf between them.

His knuckles were raw and bloody, and his hands stained. His left eye ached, a throbbing swell that would obscure his sight in the morning, and still his stomach roiled, still he felt the phantom struggle of a man under his fists, the seething silent knowledge in himself of what he would do if it came to it, if he were looked at the right way. Next time, he vowed, he would let Enjolras walk alone.
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Re: R kicking ass for E 6/6

(Anonymous)
Not the OP, but mon dieu. This was beautifully written and, ah, the angst! Poor R. Great work, anon!
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Re: R kicking ass for E 6/6

(Anonymous)
Thank you! I'm really glad that you enjoyed it, and appreciate the comment.
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