Relegated, as he was, to one corner, and sheltered behind the billiard-table, the soldiers whose eyes were fixed on Enjolras, had not even noticed Grantaire, and the sergeant was preparing to repeat his order: "Take aim!" when all at once, they heard a strong voice shout beside them:
"Long live the Republic! I'm one of them."
Enjolras pressed his hand with a smile.
This smile was not ended when the report resounded.
I am absolutely obsessed with this bit because it feels like an intentional way of giving the audience a glimpse into Nick and Charlie’s future as a married couple. It’s just the two of them saying goodbye to their friends, but you get the sense that this house is theirs — it’s their home; they just hosted a party, and now they’re going to bed. They’re teenagers but already so established and so comfortable in being together that they look like they’ve been married for 10 years. It’s so beautiful and, in a way, quite subtle, but I’m in love with it.
The things that you have done for me – to help me, support me, surprise me, to make me happy – go above and beyond what any person deserves. You’re all I need. I love you and I like you.
I mean, it’s been a long damn while since I’ve been here, and my Tumblr still has my exR in space layout (which I’d still DIE ON A HILL for) and I don’t know how many of my old Tumblr contacts are still here, but hey hi.
