The man had laughed and rolled his eyes when his partner had given him a red jumper, the name, “Apollo” embroidered on the front clumsily.
The way he smiled was beautiful. The way he brushed his golden curls out of his face, with his nerves, the dimples on his cheek as he grinned, the way his aqua eyes glimmered.
A man wearing nothing but a dark green T-shirt and khaki trousers returned the smile.
Enjolras reached nervously for his own gift for the man: A dark green jumper with a much neater embroidery of the name ‘Grantaire’ even with a little heart dotting the “I”.
Their lips met periodically, but the kiss ended as soon as it began, as Enjolras reached for his second present, in a bottle bag.
“You shouldn’t have!” Grantaire began, picking at the tape at the top of the bag, only to pull out an effervescent grape juice, to his horror.
“Oh, Apollo! Dear Apollo!” He chuckled. “First of all, it’s ‘R’, secondly, where’s the alcohol?!” His tone was sarcastic, to mask slight disappointed tones. It was worth it to see that small grin, though.
“Well, I’m not Apollo.” He said simply, raising his head, proudly.
“In any position, you’re a fine statue.”
Their lips met again, this time, not loosening, but tightening. The world stood still. The embrace was tight.
Bodily warmth mixing and creating a protective whirlwind surrounding the two bodies, pressed against each other.
“Erm... guys? Brush your teeth first!” Came a call from the corner of the room, followed by heavy rain? No, toothbrushes! A shower of toothbrushes and paste!
Grantaire’s tongue rolled over his teeth smoothly in a smile, as he looked into Enjolras’ deep eyes.
The pair, one in a homemade red jumper, the other in green, sat cross-legged on the settee, brushing their teeth vigorously.
I suppose I ought to explain? XD
I just had this idea on my ride home and thought I could write a fanfic.
So, the reason why Enjolras knitted the jumper neater than an artist?
I like to think that Grantaire would just fumble with the needle and try really hard, whilst Enjolras would consult somebody else to teach him or watch a YouTube video. His hands are covered in blood but he tries to hide them from Grantaire.
I was going to leave it at,
“You’re a fine statue.” But Joly wasn’t having it. XD
(I wanted humour, haha)
*INCREDIBLY SUBTLE ENJOLTAIRE*
This is probably the worst thing I’ve ever written in terms of structural/language features BUT it is the best ship. Can that be forgiven? XD
Oh, and I loved @-FizzyBella-‘s idea on one of her fanfics, (https://archiveofourown.org/works/14527149/chapters/36228528#workskin) of giving Enjolras anxiety issues. Poor chap. I also haven’t asked for permission for that but... it’s not a plot point! May I? XDD
This one is a lot less serious. I’m not really looking for feedback on this one, haha.
Oh, and I’m making this into a gift for @howdytim lol.
(Nah, I wouldn’t be so cruel.... would I...? XD Replace Grantaire with Éponine in your head, if you must. Happy? I’m certainly not. Haha. )
If you want to talk, on the desc do so here (though I’d rather you didn’t edit the desc at all):
Why cats? Always cats?? I have changed it, now. Bowties are cool.