The light of the full moon streamed into the windows of the second floor bedroom, waking Grantaire from a sound sleep. He wasn’t immediately sure where he was, but as he groped around the tangled bedsheets, he finally remembered.
He was — or at least he had been — with Combeferre.
But Combeferre was nowhere to be found.
Grantaire rose and staggered to the window, peering out into the night. The moonlight reflected off the ocean — and illuminated a single figure sitting on the rocky beach.
It was Combeferre, now found.
Grantaire rummaged around on the floor and located his discarded boxer shorts before slipping out of the house and down to the beach. As he approached Combeferre, who was wearing Grantaire’s t-shirt and his own pair of shorts, he noticed that he was smoking a cigarette.
In the seven years he had known Combeferre, he had never seen him smoke.
"Do they allow smoking on the beaches up here?" Grantaire asked, taking a seat beside his friend.
Combeferre took a long drag on his cigarette. “This house has belonged to my family for five generations — I think I can smoke on this beach if I want to, don’t you think?” he said acidly, blowing a trail of smoke into the darkness.
Grantaire pointedly avoided his gaze. “If you insist,” he said. “I won’t tell anyone.”
"What happens in Maine stays in Maine — right?" Combeferre said sharply, glaring at Grantaire.
Wishing he himself had a cigarette — or something stronger — Grantaire fingered the frayed hem of his boxer shorts. “Look, Combeferre, maybe I shouldn’t have let this happen—”
"Too late for that now, isn’t it?" Combeferre said, stubbing out his cigarette on a rock. "We did it, and it can’t be undone, can it? Just forget it ever happened, okay?"
"I can’t forget it," Grantaire said stubbornly. "I don’t want to forget it. But what happens when we get back to Boston? Are we a couple now?"
"You tell me," Combeferre replied, equally stubbornly. "Is that what you want?"
Grantaire picked up a stone and weighed it in his hands, listening to the steady sound of the waves as they broke on shore. His mind was racing with all of the possible ways this could go wrong. But he also knew that with Combeferre, there was the possibility that somehow, some way, this could go right.
"Yeah," he said finally. "I think it is."
Sadly no — although I would certainly ship them, the phandom scares me to be honest! :)
This day in barricade boy history (2/?)
28 July 2013: @frafee Headin in to catch up with the barricade lads from the Les Mis Movie Picture Show…and I’m wearing a 24601 tshirt…#feckit
So this morning I’m making blueberry muffins, and the husband wanders into the kitchen, saying, “I know something we can do when we’re in London! We can take a tour of the BBC Broadcasting House!”
I think I agreed way too quickly…
My BroTP to end all BroTPs, which to me is just as important!
One of mine too!
do u ever just see a fandom post so terrible u visibly cringe
I’d ship Will with a clue, personally. :)
I will say that there is one more Les Mis ship, one from a miniseries, one from a US TV series, and one from an audio play.
Hope this helps!
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I do like them together, but I don’t watch Graceland enough to have any OTPs there! :)
(Three of my OTPs are not Les Mis, though…surprise surprise!)