The Les Mis Anon Kink Meme, Round 4
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 4 here.) Everything has been backed up there. The LJ kinkmeme will stay up, but is now closed to
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Enjolras took slow, turning steps, following him as he paced around, so he was never at the boy's back. "It's barbaric! You can't demand a man's daughter because he plucked a flower from your garden."
"I may do as I please." Grantaire stalked up, crowding in until he could feel Grantaire's breath on his face. He wanted to know how long his bravado would hold, before his fear took him and he retreated. He wanted to know just what it would take to break him. "Barbarian, you call me." He bared his teeth, and licked his fangs for effect. Enjolras trembled, but held. "I think the barbarians have one up on me, don't you?"
Enjolras ran his tongue over his lips. "Take some other recompense, then," he said. "Make a reasonable demand, and I give you my word that I'll see you have it."
If it had been later in the day, or another day entirely, if Enjolras hadn't roused Grantaire from his stupor and made his demands while the cobwebs still clung to Grantaire's thoughts and even the light of Courfeyrac's candles burned his eyes, Grantaire might have been more inclined to listen. He might have agreed to Enjolras's bargain, and demanded an exotic flower or the first drop of spring rain or a lock of hair from Valjean's daughter's head. He might have rolled his eyes and let Enjolras in on the joke and told him to tell Valjean that he wanted no recompense at all, only his privacy, and he needn't worry about the debt so long as he swore never to set foot within Grantaire's gardens again.
But he was not feeling so magnanimous this morning as he otherwise might have, so instead of any of those things, Grantaire huffed in Enjolras's face and said, "You would have me ask for something else, besides the girl or her father in her stead?"
"Yes." Enjolras stood with his spine as straight as a gun stock. He stared at a fixed point beyond Grantaire's shoulder. "Name it. I will see it done."
"Even if the compensation I claim is you?" he asked, very softly, so he wouldn't miss the swift breath that Enjolras took before he could master himself.
Enjolras stared at him now, straight at him. Grantaire watched the horror dawn behind his eyes. "That is what you want?" he asked, in a voice gone rough and soft. "You will accept nothing short of someone's life, in exchange for your rose?"
Grantaire leaned in very close and breathed against his ear, "And if I won't? If that's the price I name? Will you stand by your word, and see it done?"
He drew back and watched the boy, waiting for his courage to fail him and the fear to take hold. He didn't want a rose or a drop of rain or a lock of some stranger's hair. He didn't want to take in some townsman or his silly daughter and spend the rest of his days tripping over them in his own home. But he would take Enjolras's fear and count the debt settled, because he hurt and he was lonely and he hated to suffer alone.
Enjolras did tremble, and his breathing quickened, and his pupils expanded until the black had swallowed the fire in his eyes. But then he fixed that dark gaze on Grantaire, and tucked his tongue into the corner of his mouth, and gave a single nod as though to himself. "Yes," he said simply. "All right. If you would claim a life, then have it be mine."
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