[Les Miserables] Why
Title: Why
Author: bearit
Rating: PG13
Genre: Romance
Characters: Enjolras/Grantaire, Combeferre
Word Count: 327
Summary: Enjolras comes upon a startling realization that he finds he has no explanation for.
Notes: Written for TCRegan on Tumblr for her birthday.
Disclaimer: Les Misérables belongs to Victor Hugo. I have no rights to the novel, musical, anime, or any of the movies. This piece of fanwork is unofficial and not making a profit.
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When asked, “Why?” Enjolras found that he could not come up with an easy answer.
The first person who asked him that was himself. When the realization set upon him and Enjolras could not deny his feelings anymore, he asked himself, “Why?”
Why him, why now, why not someone else, why anyone at all? Enjolras was plenty preoccupied with the Republic. He did not have time for such idle, trivial matters. And so, that was all the attention he allotted the question. He shoved his feelings to the side and proceeded as though nothing was different.
The second person who asked him was Combeferre. Combeferre noticed. He confronted Enjolras: something was off. It was subtle, but it was there. Enjolras, already having conceded that the matter was unimportant, decided that there was little harm in telling him. Combeferre then scowled and asked, “Why?”
Enjolras could not quite decipher what Combeferre meant by the question. Perhaps he meant the same as the nature of Enjolras’s. Why him, why now, why not someone else, why not… why not Combeferre himself? None of these explanations Combeferre offered, and Enjolras then wondered: why not Combeferre? It made more sense. But Enjolras did not harbor those feelings for him. And so, Enjolras responded with, “I simply do.”
When Combeferre gave him the look as though he would not accept the answer, Enjolras continued, “I do not understand it either.”
The third person who asked him was Grantaire. Enjolras had chastely placed his lips upon Grantaire’s. When he pulled away, Grantaire’s eyes were wild with confusion.
“Why?”
Enjolras opened his mouth to give him the answer he had given Combeferre, but Grantaire instead pulled him in for another, less chaste kiss.
It was only much later one night when their limbs were entangled from lovemaking that Enjolras found his answer. Grantaire murmured an affirmation of love into his ear, and Enjolras smiled.
They were happy.
And really, it was as simple as that.
Author: bearit
Rating: PG13
Genre: Romance
Characters: Enjolras/Grantaire, Combeferre
Word Count: 327
Summary: Enjolras comes upon a startling realization that he finds he has no explanation for.
Notes: Written for TCRegan on Tumblr for her birthday.
Disclaimer: Les Misérables belongs to Victor Hugo. I have no rights to the novel, musical, anime, or any of the movies. This piece of fanwork is unofficial and not making a profit.
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When asked, “Why?” Enjolras found that he could not come up with an easy answer.
The first person who asked him that was himself. When the realization set upon him and Enjolras could not deny his feelings anymore, he asked himself, “Why?”
Why him, why now, why not someone else, why anyone at all? Enjolras was plenty preoccupied with the Republic. He did not have time for such idle, trivial matters. And so, that was all the attention he allotted the question. He shoved his feelings to the side and proceeded as though nothing was different.
The second person who asked him was Combeferre. Combeferre noticed. He confronted Enjolras: something was off. It was subtle, but it was there. Enjolras, already having conceded that the matter was unimportant, decided that there was little harm in telling him. Combeferre then scowled and asked, “Why?”
Enjolras could not quite decipher what Combeferre meant by the question. Perhaps he meant the same as the nature of Enjolras’s. Why him, why now, why not someone else, why not… why not Combeferre himself? None of these explanations Combeferre offered, and Enjolras then wondered: why not Combeferre? It made more sense. But Enjolras did not harbor those feelings for him. And so, Enjolras responded with, “I simply do.”
When Combeferre gave him the look as though he would not accept the answer, Enjolras continued, “I do not understand it either.”
The third person who asked him was Grantaire. Enjolras had chastely placed his lips upon Grantaire’s. When he pulled away, Grantaire’s eyes were wild with confusion.
“Why?”
Enjolras opened his mouth to give him the answer he had given Combeferre, but Grantaire instead pulled him in for another, less chaste kiss.
It was only much later one night when their limbs were entangled from lovemaking that Enjolras found his answer. Grantaire murmured an affirmation of love into his ear, and Enjolras smiled.
They were happy.
And really, it was as simple as that.