Who you are
songfic Enjolras/Evi
Enjolras’ POV
It was late at night, yet I was still at La Musain scribbling down words which hopefully would inspire my friends and allies to rise up against the king and claim France as their own again. Apart from me, Grantaire was also present at the café. Well... Present is a big word for someone who lays passed out –drunk- behind the rich wooden counter while hugging a bottle of wine.
The only sound that here and there accompanied the rhythm of my pen scratching letters on the papers in front of me, where my drunk friend’s soft words of love for the glass object in his arms and even more for the liquid inside of it. Atleast... It was the only sound until the creaking from the front door opening joined in.
A shadowy figur stepped into the darkness of the café. “Grantaire?”a voice whispered which I immediatly reconized. “Evi?”I asked with a frown. “Enjolras?”she questioned on her turn sounding surp
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