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maeslastbraincell · 4 months ago

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Red and Black translation from the new french Châtelet version of Les Mis

(Combeferre)

Enjolras!

At the pont au change all sections are ready (Au pont au change toutes les sections sont prêtes)

(Feuilly)

We're gathering at the Barrière du Maine (On se rassemble à la Barrière du Maine)

(Courfeyrac)

Sculptors, marble workers burn to walk alongside us (Les sculpteurs, les marbriers, brûlent de marcher avec nous)

And the masons of Montreuil will all be there (Et les maçons de Montreuil seront tous au rendez-vous)

(Enjolras)

Friends, it's time (Amis, c'est l'heure)

So near, the enemy is the one worrying (Si proche que c'est l'ennemi qui s'inquiète)

We shall not let (Ne laissons pas)

The wine go to our heads (Le vin nous monter à la tête)

It is easy to shoot from a cafe's stage (C'est facile de tirer de l'estrade d'un café)

But the national guards have real pistols (Mais les gardes nationaux ont de vrais pistolets)

The furnace heating up our minds (Il faut que la fournaise qui chauffe dans les esprits)

Needs to spread like powder in the streets of Paris (Se répande comme la poudre dans les rues de Paris)

We need a sign (Il faut un signe)

So the people will rise and take arms (Pour que le peuple se lève et qu'il prennent les armes)

And share the flame (Et qu'il partage la flamme) (*See footnote)

Marius, you're late (Marius [tu es] t'es en retard)

(Joly)

What's happening with you? (Qu'est-ce qu'il t'arrive?)

Marius, you look weird (*see footnote) (Marius [tu as] t'as l'air bizarre)

(Grantaire)

You're not saying anything and you smile to angels! (Tu [ne] dis rien et tu souris aux anges!)

(Marius)

An angel maybe, an angel you say (Un ange peut-être, un ange dis-tu)

It was an angel, that is why (C'était un ange voilà pourquoi)

Her light carries my soul to the skies (Sa lumière porte mon âme aux nues)

(Grantaire)

I'm on the arse of my bottle (*see footnote) (Chui [Je suis] sur le cul de ma bouteille)

Marius got a sunburn (Marius a pris un coup de soleil)

He pulls out the violins, oh la la! (Il nous sort les violons, ouh, la la!)

We prepare to fight (Nous on se prépare à l'attaque)

And there comes Don Juan (Et voilà Don Juan qui débarque)

We're better here than at the Opera! (On est mieux ici qu'à l'Opéra!)

(Enjolras)

The Opera is closed, but from the darkness (L'Opéra est fermé, mais venues des ténèbres)

Other voices will sing the song of a country burning up (D'autres voix vont chanter le grand air d'un pays qui s'enfièvre)

Those who aren't ready to pay the price of their lives (Celui qui n'est pas prêt à payer de sa vie)

Can go back to get pampered by their family (Peut retourner se faire choyer dans sa famille)

Friends, the time has come to tale back the Bastille (Amis l'heure a sonné de reprendre la Bastille)

Red, the flame of anger (Rouge, la flamme de la colère)

Black, the night of ignorance (Noire, la nuit de l'ignorance)

Red, a world about to be born (Rouge, un monde en train de naître)

Black, the death of innocence (Noire, la mort de l'innocence)

(Marius)

Ah, if you had seen her, you would know the softness (Ah si vous l'aviez vu, vous sauriez la douceur) (* See footnote)

To be struck to the heart and to bless your wound within the hour (D'être atteint en plein coeur et sur l'heure de chérir sa blessure)

Ah, if you had seen her, when she looked at me (Ah si vous l'aviez vu, quand elle m'a regardé)

You would know that the ember of a lighting of passion (Vous sauriez que la braise d'un éclair de passion)

Can ignite the world like a revolution (Peut enflammer le monde comme une révolution)

(Grantaire)

Red! (Rouge!)

(Marius)

A flame burns in my heart (Une flamme brûle dans mon coeur)

(Grantaire)

Black! (Noir!)

(Marius)

The hell of an hour without her (L'enfer d'une heure sans elle)

(Everyone)

Red! (Rouge!)

(Marius)

A love being born (L'amour en train de naître)

(Everyone)

Black! (Noir!)

(Marius)

The death of a spark (La mort d'une étincelle)

(Enjolras)

Marius, get down from your cloud, put away your gift that fell from the sky (Marius, descends de ton nuage, range ton cadeau tombé du ciel)

Listen to the voice calling us (Écoute la voix qui nous appelle)

Make your little heart wait, it is for a bigger cause that we fight (Fait patienter ton petit coeur, c'est pour une grande cause qu'on se bat)

And our little lives don't count at all (Et nos petites vies ne comptent pas)

(Everyone)

Red, the flame of anger (Rouge, la flamme de la colère)

Black, the night of ignorance (Noire, la nuit de l'ignorance)

Red, a world being born (Rouge, un monde en train de naître)

Black, the death of hope (Noire, la mort de l'espérance)

*I cannot make out clearly what Enjolras is singing here, so I went with the most likely. It is different from the original version, so the lyrics aren't found online. If you know the real lyric, please comment!!

*I am not kidding, this is hilarious

*Who came up with this

*It's unclear here if Marius is talking to all of the students or only to Enjolras but with a polite speech (vous instead of tu)

Any comment/suggestions to improve the translation is very welcome!

#les miserables #les mis #enjolras #grantaire #les mis chatelet #les mis french #les mis translation #les mis lyrics

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roach-kinnie · 2 years ago

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canon barricade boys as they’re introduced

honestly reading this part of the brick is basically reading a list of headcannons off tumblr but i digress

Enjolras

…a charming young man who was capable of being a terror.

- essentially both a nerd and a jock

- very very pretty

- cares about justice, not women

- his speech can be harsh and intense

Combeferre

He was learned and a purist, precise, eclectic, hard-thinking, and at the same time imaginative ‘to the point of fantasy’, his friends said.

- very close with Enjolras, and really balances his out

- believes that education is really important in society

- gentle, and while he could fight would rather not

Jehan

Jean Prouvaire was a lover; he cherished a pot of flowers, played the flute, wrote verses, loved the people…

- learned Italian, Latin, Greek, and Hebrew to be able to read poetry

- likes to walk through meadows of wild flowers

- he likes to contemplate social issues and the immensity of the heavens

- kind in a way that kindness is like greatness

- an only child

- awkward and shy and fearless

Feuilly

There is no more powerful eloquence than that of indignation based on true conviction, and his was the power that he possessed.

- makes fans

- an orphan - he likes to say that his country took the place of his mother

- he taught himself how to read and write

- affectionate and warm hearted

- is really passionate about issues beyond France (greece, poland, hungary, etc)

Courfeyrac

He possessed that youthful ardour that may be termed the infernal beauty of the spirit.

- ditched the de part of de Courfeyrac because it was too bougie and he wanted to be like lafayette

- he’s essentially the heart of the revolution

- he’s “decent” (victor hugo did him dirty here)

Bahorel

He was a born agitator: that is to say, he enjoyed nothing more than a quarel except a rebellion, and nothing more than a rebellion except a revolution.

- wears crimson waistcoats

- connected the ABC to other groups

- his motto is “no lawyers”, he would literally button up his coat every time he walked by the law school to avoid ‘contamination’

- he has no regular habits but likes to stroll through paris and go to different cafes

Bossuet

Bossuet was a cheerful but unlucky young man, notable for the fact that he succeeded in nothing. On the other hand, he laughed at everything.

- so very bald

- he’s poor, as in basically always broke but still finds a way to squander money when he can

- merry and cheerful and good humoured

- studying law

- couch surfs, but mostly lives with Joly

- bald

Joly

For the rest, he was the gayest of them all.

- med student

- disabled and uses a cane

- jolly and eccentric

Grantaire

Grantaire was a young man who made a point of believing in nothing.

- goes by R because of grand R (aka capital R because he’s such a nerd)

- knows where all the best alcohol is

- so fucking ugly

- a boxer, gymnast and dancer

- completely and utterly in love with Enjolras

#enjolras #combeferre #jehan prouvaire #feuilly #courfeyrac #bahorel #bossuet #joly #grantaire #enjoltaire #les miserables #les mis #les mis headcannons

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idiopath-fic-smile · 2 months ago

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any chance of something whump-like for IDOAG? (inspired by me being SO brave and working on a grant report until very late at night)

congrats on yr bravery!

(to review, this ficlet is out of gratitude for my pilot of a musical audio drama about a rock band that secretly solves monster-related problems reaching 30% of its funding goal. we're actually at over 50% right now and i have one prompt in the wings but i'll need another today, so if there's anything you want to see, throw me an ask!)

October

By the time he hits “Print” on the co-op computer in the common room, Grantaire’s vision is going softly gray at the edges, and his stomach roils at the thought of coffee or breakfast.

“Jesus Christ,” mutters Grantaire.

“What’s the matter?” says Jehan, materializing at Grantaire’s elbow. Well, probably Jehan had walked there; that sounds like something Jehan would do. Grantaire’s awareness is coming in ungainly lurches, like a poorly animated cartoon brontosaurus.

The printer chugs away, slowly spitting out the first page of the history essay Grantaire had started five hours ago. It is now 8 a.m. The paper is warm to the touch, in a way that makes Grantaire think of food again. His intestines clench.

“My dumbass body,” says Grantaire at last.

“Ah,” says Jehan. “When they figure out a way to download our consciousnesses into Terminator-style robots without physical weakness or flaw, I will be first in line.” A pause, and then, charitably, “You can be second, if you’d like.”

“Cool,” mutters Grantaire. He sways a little on the desk chair. The printer is only on page two.

“Hey, Jehan,” someone says. Grantaire swivels towards the door and immediately regrets it. His brain takes another few unsteady seconds to catch up with his body, and that’s when he sees Enjolras and Combeferre standing together, bright-eyed and perfect in the early morning light. They’re both wearing sweaters, and holding reusable coffee cups. They look like an advertisement for L.L. Bean, for the very concept of being a cute gay couple in Autumn. Grantaire feels like a bridge troll.

“Hey, Grantaire,” Combeferre adds. “Are you okay?”

The printer belches out what sounds like page three.

Last year, Grantaire had a system for writing papers like this. The system involved doing a shot for every page he finished. If he was really stuck, every paragraph. Obviously, this is not an option at Amis House, and so Grantaire had compromised, made sleep deprivation his drug of choice. It had seemed like a good idea at 3 a.m.—a phrase so forlorn it could be a country song, he thinks, scratching the back of his neck as the printer shudders and churns. He needs a shower.

“Why are printers absolute, uh, hot garbage?” he says out loud.

Enjolras opens his mouth, then closes it.

“I read an article about this,” says Combeferre. “The conclusions were complicated. I can send it to you?”

It’s such a perfectly kind and normal response, Grantaire could cry. He blinks hard. The printer finally regurgitates the final page of his essay.

“Yeah,” he manages, “sure, that would be great. Sorry, I’ve gotta run.”

Grantaire gathers the papers, checks to make sure they’re in the right order, and staples them together. Ka-chunk. The stapler is impossibly loud.

“There’s ginger tea bags in the kitchen,” Jehan offers quietly, and Grantaire nods because it’s easier than explaining that the problem isn’t his digestive system, it’s his entire being. He needs someone to wipe down the surface of his eyes, take a squeegee to his brain. He needs his soul dunked in warm sudsy water and then wrung out to dry. That would fix him, he thinks.

It’s too bad he’s not holding onto his thoughts very clearly, because he’s pretty sure there’s another country song in there somewhere. He snorts.

“I can make you some tea to go if you’d like,” says Combeferre, and it’s too much, it’s too warm, it’s too close to what Grantaire doesn’t even let himself think about wanting.

“That’s okay,” says Grantaire. “See you.” And he books it out of the room before he can get a glimpse of the pity on Combeferre’s handsome face.

#idoag #in defiance of all geometry #alcohol mention cw #don't worry the next prompt is much lighter in tone #grantaire angst cw

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daughter-of-a-wolf · 1 month ago

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lafayette in 1832, two revolutions later, meeting les amis de l'abc

lafayette who sees laurens in feuilly's yearning for equality, hamilton in courfeyrac's charm and flirting, tilghman and meade in joly and boussuet- their closeness, their jokes. enjolras speaks and lafayette sees all of them, the old aides and washington, in his unyielding dedication to the cause.

lafayette who thinks of the songs they used to sing sometimes. there's a new melody now. in 1776 it was "let's have another round tonight", now it's "drink with me, to days gone by..."

lafayette who is not blind to how grantaire looks at enjolras and doesn't pretend to be. he's seen that expression enough times on his old friends' faces. he hopes one day one of these revolutions will bring understanding.

lafayette who watches the amis, reckless and passionate and alive, and realizes that more than anything he is seeing pieces of himself; they reflect like mirror shards off combeferre's bright eyes or the buttons of jehan's coat. june is dawning. he'll be 75 this year. isn't time an odd illusion?

most of his old companions are gone, hamilton so unexpectedly, laurens so soon. lafayette who prays for the new generation on the night before the barricades. prays there is something for them when tomorrow comes and that they are around to see it

#zoe yaps #i pictured an old laf meeting the abc and got SAD so now im making u guys sad too #les amis de l'abc #lafayette #tenuously historical content #enjoltaire #hamilton #les mis #zoe's hall of fame

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eleancrvances · 8 months ago

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les mis arena tour two-show-day notes

killian sounded like he had a sore throat, but he was still very good, a sweet but determined valjean, expecially at the evening show

bradley's javert is still wild, but vocally i think he's been working on his control and modulation a lot, there were a lot more quiet and nuanced moments and i loved it, i hope he continues like this

but yeah he remains unhinged and does things like grab one one of the students by the shirt and spit "shoot me now or shoot me later" right in his face

he also lunged at valjean at the end of "we meet again", but killian just held him back and quietly said "no. no. go."🫠

and before that he raised voice at "yes, valjean", so killian shushed him, and he very sarcastically whispered "you want a deal"

CHANNAH FANTINE CHANNAH FANTINE MY BELOVED so heartbreaking but a very strong voice

nathania ong too, her on my own was so clear at the matinée, the silence during the pause was so complete you could tell the whole audience was right there with her

caleb botched a couple of notes, but his empty chairs delivered (his voice cracked at "sacrifice" during the evening show and it hurt me)

also for those few that, like me, love adam robert lewis: he was there. he sounds absolutely lovely. i'm almost positive he covered combeferre which i don't think he's really supposed to do?? maybe there's some sickness going around the company

a part of me wishes he'll cover javert next week when i'll see them again in milan

james's enjolras is STRESSED. he delivered "do we have the guns we need?" massaging his temples, like "god help me i'm surrounded by children..." - but he's also hopeful. he has some hesitations and insecurities (he seemed almost angry at himself for trusting javert, and thanked gavroche with a couple pats on the shoulder), but he truly thinks they can do it

(he's also VERY pretty up close. i met him. he smiled at me. i'm totally fine.)

raymond's grantaire remains lovely

obligatory exr notes: james sarcastically clapped along with the others after the "opera" line. then in drink with me he steps up to tell grantaire "enough!" as he sings his verse, but he turns and delivers "just one more lie?" to his face, which seems to genuinely trouble him for a moment

on to the heartbreaking things: in the final battle, grantaire gets shot with dead gavroche in his arms </3

killian booped little cosette on the nose, and did it again in the finale </3

in the evening show right before the suicide bradley sort of ushered valjean and marius out saying "go, go, go" </3

the bishop entered at the end, reached valjean and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention as he'd done in the prologue, and they hugged </3

the audience was super enthusiastic and there was a standing ovation at the end of both shows. at the evening one before leaving killian stepped forward and raised his arms, like a conductor, then laughed when everyone whooed even harder

#les mis #les mis arena tour #les miserables #killian donnelly #bradley jaden #james d gish #raymond walsh #musical #gaia's life #les mis italy #by me #jean valjean #javert #enjolras #grantaire #fantine #cosette #adam robert lewis

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les-mis-amiss · 8 months ago

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[The backroom of the Musain before a meeting]

Enjolras : *wearing his new red coat*

Grantaire, walking in: Oh that fucks, you served, ate and left no crumbs! The drip is zesty and slaying. It's so Gucci, I am gagged. It doesn't give Ohio at all.

Enjolras, 20 different kinds of insulted: *opening and closing his mouth with a deepening frown*

Combeferre, not looking up from his notes: Grantaire, stop confusing our fearless leader or we're gonna have to reboot him.

Grantaire: Awwn, I was just trying to complimentmaxx, you know very friendcore, I'm just slangpilled.

Enjolras: I think I'm having a stroke

Eponine, from the back: And stop learning slang from Gavroche and Azelma.

#grantaire #enjolras #combeferre #eponine #les misérables #les mis #les mis incorrect quotes #you can't convince me that grantaire wouldn't be saying the most off the wall batshit insane stuff just to get a reaction out of Enjolras #Man said I'll black your boots #That exchange gave Enjolras brain damage

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angelicenjolras · 2 months ago

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I'm so happy seeing more posts about Enjolras and Jehan. even if I don't necessarily hc them as being related, I always loved the idea of them being so close with each other that they're basically brothers. Plus, I feel like if Enjolras is close with Combeferre, then he would definitely be close to Jehan, who is a shade softer than Combeferre.

#i need more platonic pairings in general #Enjolras loves his friends too much #Orpheus musing #enjolras #jean prouvaire #Jehan

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medium-observation · 5 months ago

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February Release!

Schmigadoon! - Broadway Center Stage

February 6, 2025 - Medium Observation

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Cast:

Alex Brightman (Josh Skinner), Sara Chase (Melissa Gimble), Isabelle McCalla (Emma Tate), Javier Muñoz (Doc Lopez), McKenzie Kurtz (Betsy McDonough), Ryan Vasquez (Danny Bailey), Brad Oscar (Mayor Aloysius Menlove), Ann Harada (Florence Menlove), Kevin Del Aguila (Reverend Layton/Leprechaun), Emily Skinner (Mildred Layton), Ayaan Diop (Carson Tate), Angel Reda (Countess Gabrielle Von Blerkom/Ensemble), Richard Riaz Yoder (Harvey the Innkeeper/Ensemble), Nathan Lucrezio (Farmer McDonough/Ensemble), Jess LeProtto (Pete/Ensemble), Phillip Attmore (Freddy/Ensemble), Brandon Block (Buford Riggs/Ensemble), Holly Ann Butler (Helen Pritt/Ensemble), Max Clayton (Larry the Fireman/Ensemble), Kimberly Immanuel (Zaneeta/Ensemble), Eloise Kropp (Nancy/Ensemble), Lauralyn McClelland (Ruth O’Reilly/Ensemble), Shina Ann Morris (Norma Nelson/Ensemble)

Master Notes:

Near perfect video of this AMAZING show. There is some washout in wideshots but that's really the only issue with this video aside from some shakiness and readjusting throughout.

NFT Date: August 1st, 2025

Screenshots:https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjC1KET

Video is $20

Les Misérables - Sixth US National Tour

January 18, 2025 (Matinee) - Medium Observation

Video

Cast:

Nick Cartell (Jean Valjean), Nick Rehberger (Javert), Lindsay Heather Pearce (Fantine), Delaney Guyer (Cosette), Jake David Smith (Marius), Mya Rena Hunter (Éponine), Matt Crowle (Thénardier), Christian Mark Gibbs (Enjolras), Victoria Huston-Elem (Madame Thénardier), Jack Jewkes (Gavroche), Kyle Adams (Grantaire), Daniel Gerard Bittner (Feuilly), Danny Martin (Courfeyrac), Andrew Marks Maughan (Combeferre), J.T. Wood (Joly), Steve Czarnecki (Factory Foreman/Brujon), David Andino (Bamatabois/Babet), Jonathan Young (Jean Prouvaire), Jeremiah Alsop (Montparnasse), David T. Walker (Claquesous), David T. Walker (The Bishop of Digne), Colin Anderson (Lesgles), Paige McNamara (Factory Girl), Ashley Alexandra (Old Woman), Emily Fink (Wigmaker), Emerson Mae Chan (Young Eponine), Greta Schaefer (Little Cosette)

Master Notes:

Excellent Video from the orchestra. Shot between heads but very beautfiul zooms. Wideshots can have a head or two but they usually never take away. Some washout, shakiness and readjusting throughout.

NFT Date: August 1st, 2025

Screenshots:https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjBYUhZ

Video is $20

The Great Gatsby - Broadway

February 7, 2025 - Medium Observation

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Cast:

Ryan McCartan (Jay Gatsby), Traci Elaine Lee (u/s Daisy Buchanan), Noah J. Ricketts (Nick Carraway), Samantha Pauly (Jordan Baker), Tess Soltau (u/s Myrtle Wilson), Terrence Mann (Meyer Wolfsheim), John Zdrojeski (Tom Buchanan), Charlie Pollock (George Wilson), Dan Rosales (Mr. McKee/Bystander #2), Dariana Mullen (Gilda Gray), Kayla Pecchioni (Mrs. McKee), Carissa Gaughran (Catherine), Samantha Pollino (u/s Bystander #1), Justin Keats (Cop)

Master Notes:

Decent capture of this show. Whenever Terry Mann is on stage it's a fancam. The first 20 minutes are completely blindly filmed so i defaulted to wideshotting most of it. Due to usher activity a lot of the show is shot this way, whenever he left i could zoom and such, second big issue with this video is the obstruction. The people in front of me never stopped moving and they kept getting into my shot constantly so there is a lot of obstruction that i try my absolute best to avoid.Some washout, shakiness and readjusting throughout.

NFT Date: August 1st, 2025

Screenshots:https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjC1PXh

Video is $15

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - First US National Tour

January 28, 2025 - Medium Observation

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Cast:

John Skelley (Harry Potter), Emmet Smith (Albus Severus Potter), Aidan Close (Scorpius Malfoy), David Ables (e/c Ron Weasley), Ebony Blake (Hermione Granger), Trish Lindström (Ginny Potter), Benjamin Thys (Draco Malfoy), Naiya Vanessa McCalla (Rose Granger-Weasley), Julia Nightingale (Delphi Diggory), Timmy Thompson (Craig Bowker Jr.), Mackenzie Lesser-Roy (Moaning Myrtle/Lily Potter Sr.), Ayla Stackhouse (u/s Polly Chapman), Larry Yando (Severus Snape/Amos Diggory/Albus Dumbledore), Evan Maltby (s/w Lord Voldemort), Chadd Alexander (u/s Sorting Hat), David Fine (Yann Fredericks), Alexis Gordon (Madam Hooch), Katherine Leask (Dolores Umbridge/Professor McGonagall), Maren Searle (Trolley Witch), Caleb Hafen (Cedric Diggory/James Potter Sr.), Zach Norton (Karl Jenkins/Viktor Krum), Rene Thornton Jr. (Station Master), Torsten Johnson (Professor Mazoni), Paul Thornley (Voice of Ludo Bagman), Chris Jarman (Voice of Phone Box)

Master Notes:

Excellent Video of this tour! Due to how far i was alongside the darkness of the show it can become grainy at points. Some washout, shakiness and readjusting throughout. All sales from this video will be donated to Mermaids UK.

NFT Date: August 1st, 2025

Screenshots:https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjBZSdU

Video is $20

The Bedwetter - Arena Stage

February 5, 2025 - Medium Observation

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Cast:

Aria Kane (Sarah), Shoshana Bean (Beth Ann), Darren Goldstein (Donald), Liz Larsen(Nana), Ashley Blanchet (Miss New Hampshire), Alina Santos (Ally), Alysha Umprhess (Mrs. Dembo), Avery Harris (Laura), Rick Crom (Dr. Riley), Emerson Holt Lacayo (Abby), Elin Joy Seiler (Amy)

Master Notes: Excellent video of this shows first preview! There are 2 show stops but i’ve cut them down to about 10-15 seconds each. Some washout, shakiness and readjusting throughout.

NFT Date: August 1st, 2025

Screenshots:https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjC1KE2

Video is $20

Six - Second US National Tour (Boleyn)

January 8, 2025 - Medium Observation

Video

Cast:

Chani Maisonet (Catherine of Aragon), Gaby Albo (Anne Boleyn), Kelly Denice Taylor (Jane Seymour), Danielle Mendoza (Anna of Cleves), Alize Cruz (Katherine Howard), Tasia Jungbauer (Catherine Parr)

Master Notes:

Fantastic Video of the new tour cast! Due to my seat sometimes it can be a tad grainy but other than that great video. Some washout, shakiness and readjusting throughout.

NFT Date: February 6th, 2026

Screenshots:https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjBXFgm

Video is $20

Hadestown - First US National Tour

March 14, 2024 - Medium Observation

Video

Cast:

John Krause (t/r Orpheus), Amaya Braganza (Eurydice), Matthew Patrick Quinn (Hades), Lana Gordon (Persephone), Will Mann (Hermes), KC Dela Cruz (u/s Fate), Hannah Schreer (Fate), Marla Louissaint (Fate), Sevon Askew (Worker), Jamal Lee Harris (Worker), Cate Hayman (Worker), Quiana Onrae'l Holmes (Worker), Daniel Tracht (Worker)

Notes:

Excellent Video of John Krause’s first performance back on the tour! There is a show stop during way down hadestown which causes them to restart the song when they come back on stage.Some washout, shakiness and readjusting throughout.

NFT Date: August 1st, 2025

Screenshots:https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjBiyw4

Video is $20

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#mediumobservation #les miserables #schmigadoon #the great gatsby #six the musical #hadestown #hpcc #the bedwetter #musical bootlegs #les mis #les mis tour #nick rehberger #les mis 2024 #shoshana bean #ryan mccartan #alex brightman #terrence mann #mckenzie kurtz #slime tutorial

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16ozicedcoffee · 9 months ago

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“Citizens,” said Enjolras, “what that man did is frightful, what I have done is horrible. He killed, therefore I killed him. I had to do it, because insurrection must have its discipline. Assassination is even more of a crime here than elsewhere; we are under the eyes of the Revolution, we are the priests of the Republic, we are the victims of duty, and must not be possible to slander our combat. I have, therefore, tried that man, and condemned him to death. As for myself, constrained as I am to do what I have done, and yet abhorring it, I have judged myself also, and you shall soon see to what I have condemned myself.” Those who listened to him shuddered.

“We will share thy fate,” cried Combeferre.

“So be it,” replied Enjolras. “One word more. In executing this man, I have obeyed necessity; but necessity is a monster of the old world, necessity’s name is Fatality. Now, the law of progress is, that monsters shall disappear before the angels, and that Fatality shall vanish before Fraternity. It is a bad moment to pronounce the word love. No matter, I do pronounce it. And I glorify it. Love, the future is thine. Death, I make use of thee, but I hate thee. Citizens, in the future there will be neither darkness nor thunderbolts; neither ferocious ignorance, nor bloody retaliation. As there will be no more Satan, there will be no more Michael. In the future no one will kill any one else, the earth will beam with radiance, the human race will love. The day will come, citizens, when all will be concord, harmony, light, joy and life; it will come, and it is in order that it may come that we are about to die.”

Enjolras ceased. His virgin lips closed; and he remained for some time standing on the spot where he had shed blood, in marble immobility. His staring eye caused those about him to speak in low tones.

Jean Prouvaire and Combeferre pressed each other’s hands silently, and, leaning against each other in an angle of the barricade, they watched with an admiration in which there was some compassion, that grave young man, executioner and priest, composed of light, like crystal, and also of rock.

#this is my favorite chapter in the whole brick #enjolras as executioner and priest of the republic you mean so much to me #we will share thy fate makes me want to cry every time #the love the future is thine paragraph is perhaps one of my favorite passages of literature ever #i think you can boil down so much of les mis to this passage #i want it tattooed on me so it can be with me forever!#les miserables #les mis letters #lm 4.12.8

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lesmisshippingshowdown · 3 months ago

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Les Mis Shipping Showdown Semi Finals: Official Winners Reveal

(crawls onto the blog tastefully hungover) sorry this is late, lads. next time i will remember my vital modly duties before making social plans for the exact same night steals expire

Anyway, onto what's really important in life: The Les Mis Shipping Showdown semi finals.

Without further ado, the winners ARE:

Enjolras/Grantaire (83.8%) vs. Joly/Bossuet/Musichetta (16.2%)

In the end, Enjoltaire nation managed to extend an already resounding popular vote lead through the power of steals, securing their place in the grand final. JBM nation also produced some fantastic steal works, and it was amazing to see both fanbases get properly involved in the stealing game after being rather quiet in preceding rounds! But here we are, the most popular Les Mis ship on AO3 (by some 10,000 works) is in the final. One could say this was inevitable all along, but whether or not they take the overall victory is still up in the air, considering the formidable opponent they'll be up against...

Cosette/Éponine (67.8%) vs. Enjolras/Combeferre (32.2%)

You wouldn't guess it from how close this result is to the original popular vote totals, but this was an INTENSE AND PROLIFIC steal game from both sides. We already knew it would be, with both ships successfully stealing their respective quarter finals in their favour, but the numbers say it all - Team Eposette produced 59.3 points' worth of steal works, with Enjolferre nation's grand total coming to 54.4 points. In the end, the leaders of the tournament's overall steal points championship won the day, and it looks like we'll be debating an age old question in the final: yaoi or yuri? 🧐

Now onto the admin side of things:

TROUBLESHOOTING

To our knowledge, every steal submitted for this round has been counted into our total and either reblogged or queued. If you can't see your post on this blog yet and are worried it's not been counted, please follow these steps in order:

Check your notes for a like from my main (@lonelyroommp3) - if your post has been seen and queued (but not reblogged here yet) my url should be in there :)

Make sure neither myself or my co-mod @glindalesbian are blocked - we can't see your steals if this is the case

If, and ONLY if, you come up short on these options, send us an ask so that we can double check if your steal has been counted. Your deadline for checks & appeals is 22:00 BST (UTC+1) TONIGHT. After that point I will be taking the results as official and queueing the final polls.

FINALS SCHEDULE + SPECIAL MOD NEWS

The GRAND FINAL POLL will be dropping at 20:00 BST (UTC +1) this Friday, 11th April. This will be a week long poll as usual.

There will also be a third place playoff poll between Enjolras/Combeferre and JBM dropping at 19:00 BST (UTC +1) on Friday, 11th April. This poll will only run for three days.

As a friendly reminder there is NO POLL STEALING in the final or the third place playoff. You've made it this far with a little help from your incredible fanwork making capabilities, but now you're on your own - it's time to settle this the old school way, with good old votes and propaganda.

Also, please note that both mods will be away this weekend and not able to answer asks with any regularity, if at all. This is for a VERY important reason: @glindalesbian is GETTING MARRIED ON SATURDAY!!!!! Everybody send them your congratulations and best wishes. Or else 🔪

(So basically, please behave in our absence and only message us if it is genuinely, truly urgent. We’re like your parents leaving you alone in the house for the weekend and begging you not to throw an absolute blowout discourse rager)

STEAL OFF 2 REMINDER

Finally, a reminder that Steal Off 2 opens for submissions at 00:01 BST (UTC+1) on Monday 21st April. Start getting your final works ready, and check the linked post for more details & rules.

Of course, the leaderboard has shifted a little over the course of this week with 4 ships submitting steals for the semi finals. Right now it looks a little something like this:

Cosette/Éponine (168)

Enjolras/Combeferre (88.6)

Jehan/Montparnasse (76.1)

Valjean/Javert (70.3)

Turning Woman #3/Musichetta (19.1)

Courfeyrac/Marius (18)

Enjolras/Grantaire (15.6)

Combeferre/Courfeyrac (5.5)

Marius/Cosette (5.3)*

Joly/Bossuet/Musichetta (5.3)*

Éponine/Montparnasse (2.7)

Enjolras/Feuilly (2.2)

Combeferre/Grantaire (0.7)

(*technically tied for 9th place. we might figure out a tiebreaker system later)

#les mis #les mis shipping showdown #lmss semi finals

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kjack89 · 1 year ago

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Dial Drunk

5 times Enjolras bailed Grantaire out of jail, and one time, well...

The door of the holding cell clanked open and as one, the nine men sitting inside glanced up. “Alright,” the booking officer said in a bored tone, glancing down at his clipboard. “Bail’s been posted for arrestees Bahorel, Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Enjolras, Feuilly, Joly, Lesgle and Prouvaire. You’re free to leave after you sign out at the front desk.”

There were a few grumbles as the men started to get to their feet, but Enjolras remained resolutely seated, his brow furrowed with a frown. “What about Grantaire?”

The man in question chuckled darkly, tilting his head back to rest it against the wall of the holding cell. “Is that actual concern for me that I hear, Apollo? I could die happy.”

Enjolras ignored him. “Pontmercy was supposed to post bail for all of us,” he said instead, aiming his words at Courfeyrac as if the man was somehow still responsible for the actions of his former roommate some five years after they had stopped living together.

Courfeyrac just shrugged. “Don’t look at me,” he said. “I mean, we all know Marius is a bit of an idiot, maybe he miscounted.”

Combeferre shook his head. “I’m probably wrong and should defer to the lawyers amongst us but I thought I remembered reading something in one of the articles about reforming pre-trial detention that an individual can only post bail for 8 detainees at a time.”

“And so I must’ve drawn the short straw,” Grantaire sighed. “Story of my fucking life.”

Bossuet clapped him sympathetically on the shoulder. “On the other hand, you could take it as a compliment that Marius thinks you’re the one most likely to survive an extended stay behind bars.”

Bahorel snorted so loudly the bars of the cell almost rattled. “Sorry but literally not a single one of us would survive an extended stay behind bars.”

“Speak for yourself,” Feuilly said. “I know how to whittle.” At the blank looks he received, he huffed a sigh and added, “So I can make a shank. No wonder none of you would survive in jail.”

“This is making our goal of prison abolition seem oddly self-serving,” Joly murmured in an undertone to Jehan, who stifled a laugh.

Combeferre cleared his throat. “Not that I’m not sympathetic to Grantaire having to be stuck in here, but I’d just like to remind everyone that since Marius posted bail, we’re technically now here voluntarily.”

“Yeah so GTFO,” Grantaire said with a grimace masquerading as a smile. “Let me rot in peace, etcetera.”

Enjolras looked like he wanted to argue more, but Combeferre muttered something in his ear and he made a face before filing out of the cell. “Serious miscalculation on Marius’s part with this one,” Courfeyrac said brightly as he followed everyone else out. “Because God knows you’re going to complain about this for the rest of all time.”

Grantaire gave him the finger and Courfeyrac winked as the officer closed the cell door behind him.

Sighing again, Grantaire sat upright, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck before settling back against the bench. “You need anything?” the booking officer asked.

Grantaire shook his head. “Nah,” he said dismissively. “Not my first rodeo. Hopefully I won’t be stuck overnight, but I’ve slept in worse places.”

“Oh, yeah?” the officer said with mild interest.

Grantaire nodded. “Central booking at the 16th Precinct is a piece of shit,” he said brightly.

The officer barked a laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He gave Grantaire a long look. “Should I ask what you were picked up for previously?”

Considering the answer to that question was a vast litany of misdemeanors (and felonies reduced to misdemeanors) that the boys in blue tended not to appreciate, Grantaire hesitated. Thankfully, he was saved from having to answer at all by the crackle of the officer’s walkie-talkie. “Just a moment,” the officer told him, heading out of the booking area and Grantaire let out a sigh of relief as he slumped on the bench.

“You’re free to go,” the officer said upon returning, and Grantaire looked up, surprised.

“Really?”

The officer nodded, opening the door to the holding cell. “Bail was posted. So I guess you’ll have to save your rap sheet for the next time you’re in here.”

Grantaire snorted a laugh. “I’d say there won’t be a next time, but…”

He ducked out before the officer could respond to that, making his way to the front desk, stopping in his tracks when he saw Enjolras leaning against the desk, clearly waiting for him. “What’re you doing here?”

Enjolras straightened. “It didn’t feel right leaving you in there,” he said with a shrug that didn’t quite come across as nonchalant as he’d probably intended. “And I happened to have some cash on me, so…”

“Between this and being worried about my welfare, you’re gonna give me the wrong impression,” Grantaire said.

“Guess that depends on what impression you’re getting,” Enjolras said, and Grantaire’s eyes flickered to his and away again, feeling suddenly tongue-tied. Enjolras cleared his throat, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “Anyway, we should get to the Musain to debrief.” He glanced at Grantaire. “Unless you’ve got something better to do.”

Grantaire just shook his head, and gestured for Enjolras to lead the way. “After you,” he said, his voice low, and together they walked out of the precinct, their arms just brushing against each other as they headed to meet their friends at the Musain.

— — — — —

“Jesus Christ,” Enjolras muttered as the booking officer removed the handcuffs from a sheepish-looking Grantaire. Well, as sheepish as a man sporting the beginnings of a pretty impressive black eye could look, anyway. “Here,” Enjolras said roughly, holding an ice pack out to Grantaire. “I posted your bail as well.”

“Thanks,” Grantaire muttered, taking the ice pack and wincing as he pressed it against his eye.

Enjolras pursed his lips as he gave him a once-over. “Any other injuries I need to worry about?” he asked.

Grantaire just shrugged. “Nothing that won’t heal on its own.”

“Because that’s reassuring,” Enjolras sighed, rubbing his forehead, but when he looked at Grantaire again, there was something almost soft in his expression. “You didn’t need to do that.”

What he could see of Grantaire’s expression tightened, just slightly. “You didn’t hear what that guy called you.”

He said it calmly, evenly, but his hand automatically balled into a fist at the memory. Enjolras reached out automatically to rest his hand on Grantaire’s fist until it relaxed. “It doesn’t matter what he called me,” he said, his voice low. “I can take care of myself.”

“Of course you can,” Grantaire scoffed. “But that doesn’t mean you should have to.”

Enjolras just shook his head, running his thumb across Grantaire’s bruised knuckles, a testament to the fact that despite the black eye, he’d emerged from the fight victorious. “I should’ve brought another ice pack,” he murmured.

Grantaire just half-smiled, twisting his hand so that he could lace his fingers with Enjolras’s. “It’s fine,” he said softly. “It doesn’t really hurt at the moment anyway.”

Enjolras cleared his throat and looked away, but he didn’t try to untangle his fingers from Grantaire’s. “Well,” he said, “we should, uh, get out of here.”

“Before they realize you have about a half dozen outstanding warrants for your arrest?” Grantaire asked with a smirk, his voice quiet enough that only Enjolras could hear.

“You’d be amazed what having a multi-million dollar settlement pending against the city will do to the police’s willingness to bring you in,” Enjolras said with a smirk. “Not that I want to test that, of course.”

“Liar,” Grantaire said, grinning. “But better safe than sorry, I suppose.”

He started toward the door, pausing when Enjolras didn’t immediately follow. “Thank you, by the way,” Enjolras said, and Grantaire glanced back at him.

“Anytime,” he said simply. “Thanks for bailing me out.”

Enjolras gave him a look that was half-amused, half-exasperated. “Just don’t go making a habit of it,” he warned. “One day I won’t be here to bail you out.”

“Only because you’ll probably be locked up with me,” Grantaire said.

“Well,” Enjolras murmured, not quite able to stop his smile, “you’re not wrong.”

— — — — —

Grantaire rested his elbows against the bars of the holding cell, his arms dangling into what was technically freedom on the other side. The booking officer, some new guy he didn’t recognize, gave him a look but didn’t say anything, which he took as a small victory, and he allowed himself a small smirk.

A smirk that faded as soon as he saw Enjolras, escorted by another officer. “No dice on bail?” Grantaire asked, seeing the look on Enjolras’s face.

Enjolras shook his head. “No, they’re going to go through the whole arraignment rigamarole. I’ve already let Pontmercy know.” He made a face, casting an irritated look at the booking officer who was pretending not to listen to their conversation. “Apparently they take battery of a police officer pretty seriously these days.”

“Can’t imagine why,” Grantaire muttered. Enjolras sighed and Grantaire gave him a look. “Don’t even start,” he warned. “This wasn’t about you not being able to take care of yourself—”

“That wasn’t what I was going to say,” Enjolras interrupted, his voice tight. “I’m well aware that cop would’ve bashed my head in if you hadn’t intervened.” He shook his head and sighed again. “I was going to say thank you.”

“Oh,” Grantaire said, managing a tight smile. “You’re welcome.”

Enjolras just shook his head again. “You still shouldn’t have done it,” he continued, “because honestly, I’m not worth all that—”

“You are, though,” Grantaire said, in a tone that brooked no argument. Enjolras scowled and Grantaire rolled his eyes. “Fine, then why don’t we make a deal?” he said. “I’ll stop defending you when you stop bailing me out.”

“At the rate you’re going, I won’t be able to anyway,” Enjolras said sourly. “Not without putting up some major collateral.”

Grantaire shook his head. “And I’m definitely not worth that,” he said.

Enjolras’s eyes met his. “You are, though.”

For a moment, it looked like Grantaire might argue. Instead, he reached for Enjolras’s hand, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles through the bars of the holding cell. “No touching,” the booking officer barked, and Grantaire rolled his eyes as he reluctantly let go of Enjolras’s hand.

“Will you be at my arraignment?” he asked.

Enjolras shrugged. “Someone’s got to post whatever bail amount the judge decides,” he said.

Grantaire half-smiled. “In that case, I’ll be the one in the front.”

“Pretty sure that’ll be the judge,” Enjolras murmured, grinning when Grantaire rolled his eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I promise.”

“It’ll be the only thing that gets me through spending the night in here,” Grantaire told him, and it was Enjolras’s turn to roll his eyes, though there was obvious affection in the motion.

“Pretty sure Bahorel was right,” he said. “You definitely wouldn’t survive in jail.”

Grantaire just shrugged. “Only if you were in there with me.”

Enjolras shook his head, reluctantly backing away toward the door. “Still time,” he said, and Grantaire’s eyes narrowed.

“Don’t you dare do anything stupid while I’m locked up in here.”

Enjolras just smirked. “See you tomorrow,” he called over his shoulder as he left, and Grantaire sighed, though there something strangely content in the noise, despite, or maybe because of, the circumstances.

— — — — —

Grantaire didn’t meet Enjolras’s eyes as he rapped his fingers impatiently against the front desk at the precinct, waiting for them to bring him his personal effects. “Do you have any idea what time it is?” Enjolras asked, his voice tight. Grantaire looked pointedly at the conspicuous clock on the wall and Enjolras’s scowl deepened. “Exactly, it’s 2 in the fucking morning. I have a 7 o’clock meeting, which you knew damn well, so why you had to go pick a bar fight with some guy twice your fucking size—”

“So sorry to be an inconvenience to you,” Grantaire drawled, slurring his words just slightly. “Can’t imagine what it must be like to have made plans that get interfered with by someone else’s priorities.”

Enjolras ground his teeth together. “Are we really doing this here and now?” he asked.

Grantaire just jerked a shrug, not meeting his eyes. “Do you have something better to do?”

Enjolras sighed and scrubbed a tired hand across his face. “I’m sorry that I had to cancel tonight,” he said, with as much patience as he could seemingly muster, considering the circumstances. “But I needed to get this proposal done ahead of the meeting tomorrow, and I don’t really see what the big deal—”

“You never do,” Grantaire interrupted, still not looking at him. “That’s the problem.”

“You knew going into this—”

“Just like you knew going into this that I’m a drunk and a disaster,” Grantaire interrupted, finally looking at Enjolras, his expression hard. “Well, congratulations, Apollo, it looks like we both knew what we were getting into and yet somehow, we’re both still disappointed.”

Enjolras just shook his head. “I’m not,” he said tiredly. “I’m not disappointed, Grantaire, because that would require me to actually expect better from you, and I learned my lesson on that a long time ago.”

Grantaire just grinned, a horrible, twisted grin. “Right back atcha.”

The officer returned with Grantaire’s belongings, and Grantaire grabbed his phone, wallet and keys, returning them to his pockets. Enjolras took a deep breath, but whatever he clearly wanted to say seemed to stick in his throat, and he looked away. “C’mon,” he said instead. “Let’s go home.”

Grantaire nodded once, shoving his hands in his pockets as he slumped after Enjolras, neither man touching the other.

— — — — —

“He’s not technically under arrest,” the cop told Enjolras as he led him back to the holding cell. “But that’s because we couldn’t really mirandize him when he was passed out.”

Enjolras eyed Grantaire, sprawled across the bench in the holding cell, and sighed. “So once he’s coherent, he’ll be charged with, what, drunk and disorderly?”

The officer nodded. “Yeah.” He glanced at Enjolras. “Look, it’s not my place, but, uh, maybe look into getting your friend some help?”

“Yeah,” Enjolras murmured, his expression drawn. “Maybe.” He sighed and turned. “Guess I’ll go preemtively pay his bail—”

“Apollo?” Grantaire croaked, and Enjolras sighed again.

“Give us a moment?” he asked the officer, who just shrugged.

Enjolras crossed to the bars of the holding cell, his arms crossed tightly in front of his chest. “Tell me,” he said, his tone clipped, “were you trying to get hit by a car by passing out in the street, or would have just been a fun little side effect of this spectacular attempt at blowing up your life?”

Grantaire groaned as he forced himself into a sitting position. “Honestly don’t remember if it was deliberate or not,” he muttered, swaying slightly as he blinked unfocusedly at Enjolras.

“There are easier ways of killing yourself,” Enjolras said.

Grantaire managed a small, sharp smile. “Don’t worry, I’ve considered those as well.”

Enjolras’s expression tightened and he looked away. “You used your one phone call for me,” he said.

Grantaire shrugged. “Didn’t know who else to call.”

“Probably anyone besides your ex.” Grantaire flinched and Enjolras sighed before telling him, as firmly as he could manage, “This is the last time. Do you understand?”

Grantaire barked a dry, humorless laugh. “If there’s one thing I can promise, Apollo, it’s that this won’t be the last time.”

“Maybe not for you,” Enjolras said. “But I’m done. So the next time you get picked up for a bar fight or public intoxication or whatever suicidal shit you decide to get yourself into next time, call someone else.”

He didn’t wait for Grantaire to answer, just turning on heel to leave him in the holding cell while he went to go pay his bail.

One last time.

— — — — —

The phone rang, and rang again, and Grantaire’s grip on the phone tightened. “Come on,” he muttered to himself. “Come on, pick up, pick up.”

But the phone just rang until the tinny, robotic voice informed him that no voicemail had been set up for this phone number, and he heaved a sigh as he hung up, a headache blooming in his temples that had absolutely nothing to the better part of a handle of whiskey that he’d worked his way through that evening.

“Nothing?” the booking officer asked, and Grantaire ground his teeth together at the fake sympathetic tone.

“Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p’, and he scrubbed a hand across his face before heading back to the holding cell.

The booking officer trailed after him. “Do you, uh, want to try calling someone else?”

Grantaire just shook his head. “No,” he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest as the officer opened the door of the cell for him. “I’ll try again later. He’s probably asleep.”

The officer glanced up at the clock that showed it was barely 10pm, and he shook his head as he closed the door after Grantaire. “Your choice,” he said with a shrug.

Grantaire sighed heavily as he slumped down onto the hard metal bench, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach for an absent glass or bottle of beer, or else for a hand that used to be his to hold. His throat felt tight and he swallowed hard, tilting his head back to rest it against the wall of the holding cell.

He closed his eyes against the tears that he could feel prick in the corners of his eyes, though he honestly didn’t know if he was crying because Enjolras hadn’t picked up, or because there was a part of him that still thought that maybe, in the morning, he would. One more time.

#ExR #Enjolras x Grantaire #Enjoltaire #Enjolras #Grantaire #Les Amis #fanfiction #Les Miserables #modern AU #5+1 things #developing relationship #established relationship #and because it's me #former relationship #mild angst

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