It’s not quite tattoo porn and not quite hurt/comfort and not quite R/Combeferre cuddles but it’s something like all three?
(endless love and thanks to Elizabeth, Kaitlyn, Lily, Emily, and Lindsey, as always <3 y’all are the only reasons anything gets done on my blog so)
It starts out like any other fight. Enjolras is actually standing on a table, speaking, gesturing, looking like a fucking god in a red button-up he’s left open and an undone black tie hanging around his neck. His eyes are burning with the sort of righteous fury that Grantaire usually loves, but today it makes him sick.