Revolutionary boyfriends sharing their first apartment.
-They’re both surprised upon finding out how physical and affectionate they can be;
-They sleep tangled up in each other, a shapeless blob of limbs and curls and pale freckled skin pressed against a darker one, plush pillows and soft quilts swallowing them.;
-As strange as it may seems, Grantaire is always the first one to wake up, an unpleasant remain of his insomniac past. Now, though, waking up so early in the mornings feels like a blessing, when all it takes is the slightest tilt of his head to look at soft cheeks and dark eyelashes, and his heart quivers in his chest. Then, Enjolras burrows closer, cuddles under his arm, and Grantaire is close to bursting for how happy he feels.
-Enjolras is ashamed to find out just how fiercily possessive he is. Grantaire is his own person, Enjolras trusts him, but its still hard not to sit on his lap and stick his nose under his chin whenever they’re out and someone chats Grantaire up. He doesn’t do it, but he still wants to. He copes with his possessive side by leaving hickeys so high on Grantaire’s neck no shirt could cover them.
-They still fight, of course they do. Grantaire still drinks too much when he has a bad day, Enjolras gets still so focused on wathever cause he’s worrying his head on that he forgets everything else.
They have even more things to fight on, now. Domestic, wonderful things that threaten to make them smile even as they shout at each other from across the living room.
“Grantaire, could you please stop leaving your dirty socks on the bathroom floor?”
“You have to mop up the fucking floor after you shower, I was about to fall!”, “I forgot!”, “you always do!”
“there’s no milk”
“we have almond milk”
“I don’t like almond milk”
“Well I do, next time go and buy your own milk”
“you’re just fussing because you had to go grocery shopping for two weeks straight, aren’t you?”
“Next time just ask me to take turns instead of acting stroppy”
“It’s two in the morning, turn off that damn laptop and come to bed”
“mind your own business”
“you are my business”.
And it’s so heartwarmingly homely, it’s so painfully clear how much they care, even their arguing holds a side of tenderness in it.
-When he’s really stressed out, Enjolras find it shooting to color between the empty spaces of Grantaire’s tattoo sleeve
-They take turns cooking.
After Grantaire teached Enjolras how to cook, that is, because “You’re an adult, Enjolras. You can’t live on your own and still not be able to cook.”
“I don’t live on my own, I live with you”
“I’m your boyfriend, not your personal chef. Take that apron and come here”
Eventually, Enjolras moves almost flawlessly in their kitchen, and it doesn’t matter if it took the sacrifice of half of their pans to get him there.
-Grantaire discovers how ticklish Enjolras is, and what a good day that is.
-“How is it possible for you to be so light when I know you eat like a beast? That’s not fair, Enjolras”
“Aren’t you glad? You can carry me around effortlessly”
“Why am I carrying you around again?”
“Because I’m tired and you love me.”
- The first time Grantaire called him darling Enjolras almost chocked on his morning coffee, his face a worrying red.
“what was that?”
“didn’t you like it?”
“no, that’s not- that’s not what I said.”
“Alright then, darling.”
-Grantaire is a plant dad, and it’s the most adorable thing Enjolras has ever seen.
Then, he manages to kill Sirio, Grantaire’s dearest cacti.
“I left for two days. How do you even kill a cacti in only two days? How is it even possible?!”
“Oh, Grantaire, I’m so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am. I thought it needed water but I think I used too much.”
“You think? Enjolras, he drowned.”
But Enjolras looks so ashamed and sad when he asks him “are you mad at me?” that Grantaire melts on the spot.