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Grantaire felt the sword enter his chest, sliding through with almost no resistance. The woman...no...creature in front of him let out a cruel laugh before she disintigrated, her body turning into harmless dust along with her weapon. But the damage was done. Grantaire dropped to his knees, still wide-eyed in shock, and would have completely collapsed were it not for the shaking arms now eveloping him.
"Oh god, no...No...Sebastien...No, no, not you, not now...Not like this..." Enjolras whispered, almost unable to breathe. He held Grantaire in his lap, and he could amost feel rather than hear Grantaire's ragged breathing.
"I'm sorry...It seems...I only suceeded in half of...of my task...." Grantaire gasped.
It was then that Enjolras felt the tears cascading down his cheeks. Unable to control himself, he sobbed and held Grantaire to him tightly, ignoring the blood now staining his own shirt. "No, no...Please....It's not...it's not your fault.....Sebastien...please, please...don't leave me now..."
Grantaire managed a small smile and reached out to touch Enjolras' hand. Enjolras took it and held it securely.
"This...we knew that, that this was...going to happen...." Grantaire murmured softly. "But...at least...we've defeated Amelie. She's gone. Perhaps...perhaps now the souls can move on to the true afterlife. Perhaps...we have made...a difference....just like in France..."
Enjolras brought his hand to his lips, still weeping. "But it won't be worth it...Unless you are by my side..." he choked.
Sighing, Grantaire forced his body to move slightly, his other arm wrapping itself around Enjolras. "We have...been parted before...my dear Marcelin... And...we will find...we will find each other again.... Promise me, Marcelin...promise me you'll search for me...."
"I...I....I promise, Sebastien...I'll never stop looking for you..." Enjolras whispered.
Grantaire smiled again. "I love you, Marcelin Enjolras. I...I always have...and I always will." He could already feel himself slipping away, his vision was blurring, and he felt exhaustion taking over his entire body and soul.
"Sebastien...I...I'm so sorry...for everything...that I've put you through...here, and back on earth....I love you more than anything, you are the center of my existance...I love you...and I swear, we will be together again..." he whimpered, leaning down to kiss Grantaire's lips softly. He lingered there until the rising and falling of Grantaire's chest ceased, and his eyes slid closed.
"No...please, god, no...You can't...you can't be gone....You can't be!" he cried out, breaking down into sobs. "I love you, Sebastien, I love you! I love you, damnit! Don't...not like this...You can't leave me like this..."
He held Grantaire's body for a while longer, before moving back to stare into the serene face. "I..I'm coming, Sebastien. Wait for me. I love you," he whispered. He reached down to hold his weapon, and without a doubt in his heart, thrust it into his own chest. The sword eventually slid out, and with a clatter, fell to the ground. Enjolras felt himself growing dizzy, yet smiled as he moved to lay down beside his love. He held him tightly in his arms, their blood mingling together. A smile was still on his face as he faded into death once more.
"Oh god, no...No...Sebastien...No, no, not you, not now...Not like this..." Enjolras whispered, almost unable to breathe. He held Grantaire in his lap, and he could amost feel rather than hear Grantaire's ragged breathing.
"I'm sorry...It seems...I only suceeded in half of...of my task...." Grantaire gasped.
It was then that Enjolras felt the tears cascading down his cheeks. Unable to control himself, he sobbed and held Grantaire to him tightly, ignoring the blood now staining his own shirt. "No, no...Please....It's not...it's not your fault.....Sebastien...please, please...don't leave me now..."
Grantaire managed a small smile and reached out to touch Enjolras' hand. Enjolras took it and held it securely.
"This...we knew that, that this was...going to happen...." Grantaire murmured softly. "But...at least...we've defeated Amelie. She's gone. Perhaps...perhaps now the souls can move on to the true afterlife. Perhaps...we have made...a difference....just like in France..."
Enjolras brought his hand to his lips, still weeping. "But it won't be worth it...Unless you are by my side..." he choked.
Sighing, Grantaire forced his body to move slightly, his other arm wrapping itself around Enjolras. "We have...been parted before...my dear Marcelin... And...we will find...we will find each other again.... Promise me, Marcelin...promise me you'll search for me...."
"I...I....I promise, Sebastien...I'll never stop looking for you..." Enjolras whispered.
Grantaire smiled again. "I love you, Marcelin Enjolras. I...I always have...and I always will." He could already feel himself slipping away, his vision was blurring, and he felt exhaustion taking over his entire body and soul.
"Sebastien...I...I'm so sorry...for everything...that I've put you through...here, and back on earth....I love you more than anything, you are the center of my existance...I love you...and I swear, we will be together again..." he whimpered, leaning down to kiss Grantaire's lips softly. He lingered there until the rising and falling of Grantaire's chest ceased, and his eyes slid closed.
"No...please, god, no...You can't...you can't be gone....You can't be!" he cried out, breaking down into sobs. "I love you, Sebastien, I love you! I love you, damnit! Don't...not like this...You can't leave me like this..."
He held Grantaire's body for a while longer, before moving back to stare into the serene face. "I..I'm coming, Sebastien. Wait for me. I love you," he whispered. He reached down to hold his weapon, and without a doubt in his heart, thrust it into his own chest. The sword eventually slid out, and with a clatter, fell to the ground. Enjolras felt himself growing dizzy, yet smiled as he moved to lay down beside his love. He held him tightly in his arms, their blood mingling together. A smile was still on his face as he faded into death once more.
