Oh but what if this is the other way round? What if Athelstan is his first regeneration? And he sits, and he drinks with this man, this leader whom he admires despite their differences. And he finds that alcohol has a numbing quality, a certain forgetfulness he sometimes needs. He casts the thought aside until the times are darker and he feels alone in the world.

And when he is reborn, he knows what to do when the times are dark. He reaches for the bottle, the one thing he knows would save him: the one thing to rely upon. A certainty.

And there is another leader, harsh, ruthless, charming. Only this one is less rugged, more effeminate, yet still just as terrible in the face of danger. Loyal. True to his comrades. And the dark haired man, Grantaire, remembers times before France, when he knew a rugged man with the same determination, and the same blue eyes. Equally unattainable.

“Enjolras, will you drink with me?”




joly being very closed-off when he gets to america. he keeps his head down, tries is hardest to look normal and speak normally.

he lives his life quietly, reading medical textbooks and faking birth certificates and lives. 

one day, when he’s quite bored, he visits a local art show. there’s nothing really there, a few local “abstract” painter who’s paintings he stares at for minutes and doesn’t seem to understand

and then.. he pauses. he comes across a painting of the barricades. and his breath catches in his throat and he hasn’t said a word all day (that’s not unusual) but he can’t help but let out a “mon dieu” when he sees it

they’re painted like the artist removed the barricades from his dreams and printed it on a canvas. he’s frozen at this painting; this painting that is an exact replica of the barricades he fought on… the musain’s even there

and then, he notices the signature


Au where everyone’s reincarnations find each other again because of R’s paintings