He talked gently, bowed his head, smiled self-consciously, blushed for no reason, was awkward and extremely shy - and, for the rest, fearless.
I have a tiny obsession with Victor Hugo’s handwriting right now. I found all of Les Amis in the original manuscript and (in some cases - I’m looking at you Bossuet and Feuilly) made them legible enough to fit into a set.
brb tattooing enjolras on my chest
exR sketch from my sketchbook
slapped some color on it
LOOK THEIR ABDOMENS ARE SQUISHED TOGETHER I
Yesterday’s sketches of our lovely, marble lover of Liberty :D
enjolrai ◇ david thaxton
nice legs daisy dukes makes a man chastely drop his eyes before everything but the Republic
Shoot me now or shoot me later
Every schoolboy to his sport
Death to each and every traitor
I renounce your people’s court
GEE THANKS I DIDN’T NEED THOSE TEARS
WHO SAID THIS WAS OKAY
The name of this skeptic was Grantaire, and he usually signed with the rebus: R. Grantaire was a man who took good care not to believe anything; a daring drinker of dreams. The blackness of a terrible fit of drunkenness yawning before him, far from arresting him, attracted him.
To go with this … :3