Since LJ seems to have finally capitulated to the Russian government and is now subject to Russian anti-obscenity laws, I'm not going to take a chance on sudden deletions. The Les Mis kinkmeme now lives at
https://lesmiskinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/. (
Round 5 here.) Everything has been backed up there. The LJ kinkmeme will stay up, but is now closed to
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but platonic hijinks are good too.(Forgive me if it's been prompted already; i skimmed the thread to look.)
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When Grantaire paints Mike, he has to fight the urge to dress him in red, to stand him atop a barricade.
He's not Enjolras, he has to remind himself, even as he sees the strong line of his mouth, the determination in his eyes. It's like colours running together - Mike has his ambition but lacks his purpose, his intelligence but not the natural authority he always emanated, and sometimes there's a hesitance in his step that was never in Enjolras' stride. Enjolras is in there somewhere, buried underneath layers of another person's life, but Mike has no idea.
(Combeferre comes home to find Grantaire lying on a couch, hands over his face, paint on his hands and canvas abandoned unfinished on the balcony.
"It's him. It's him, 'Ferre, he's here ( ... )
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Your writing is absolutely gorgeous.
I only wish that this was much longer.
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