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  1. Public Bookmark 45

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    August 1832: Two months after the fall of the barricade, Enjolras pays Grantaire a visit.

     

    Grantaire looked at the silver line tracing across Enjolras' cheekbone, occupying almost the exact same spot as his own new facial trophy. The mark on Enjolras was shallow and unobtrusive. It was thin as a hair. A sharp edged pamphlet thrown with sufficient velocity could probably have left a worse scratch.
    "Golden ideal, marred," said Grantaire mournfully. "A stain upon the Republic herself. It cannot be borne, not by a fervent devotee of the revolution such as I."
    Enjolras glared daggers into him. "I have come here to tell you that I don't care about your facial disfigurement and that you ought to come back. Stop mocking me."
    Grantaire ignored him, floating on the euphoria of wine and Enjolras. He reached up and touched the thin, milky line on Enjolras' cheek.

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  2. Public Bookmark 13

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    "You know the NGO I volunteer on my free time? Well, one of the activists we work with, on the Honduras branch, the one fighting for indigenous rights and environmental protection, has been getting death threats for a while. They’ve gotten serious enough that we fear for her immediate safety." He pauses for a moment, and Combeferre feels him take his hand and squeeze it strong enough to cut his blood circulation. "So I’ve decided to go be her human shield."
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    In which Enjolras makes hard decisions, Grantaire is kind of a dick, Combeferre is overprotective, and everyone is worried about Enjolras' safety.

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    Enjolras had been braced for death, hand in hand with Grantaire, an array of guns pointed at them. He was going to his grave with a smile on his face, knowing the heart of the revolution would live on even if he cannot.

    Then Javert burst in. "What are you doing?" he'd demanded. "We can't kill them without a trial. Apprehend them."

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    It did not take him long to find him, bathed as he was in the early light of dawn streaming through Grantaire’s window. Grantaire’s eyes traced his naked figure appreciatively, marveling at how the golden light seemed to emanate from the man’s pale skin, transforming him into something ethereal and radiant and unspeakably beautiful.

    Of course, that may partially have been Grantaire’s bias towards the man in question showing.

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  5. Public Bookmark 48

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    “Okay,” Courfeyrac says, leaning closer to Combeferre “I’ve done something, and I didn’t really think it through, and it could be really good but it could also be really bad, and you absolutely cannot tell Enjolras.”

    Nothing good has ever followed a sentence like that, especially where Courfeyrac is concerned. Combeferre sighs.

    “Let’s hear it.”

    “He’s an escort.”

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    Courfeyrac hires an escort, R, to help Enjolras get over his ex. It goes about as well as expected.

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