Enjolras and Grantaire; A Collection of Pimmie Stories

[garnet.]

These short stories contain snapshots of the tale of my two Pimmie's Enjolras and Grantaire. It tells the story of how they first became rivals, and then friends and slowly, breached the border into lovers.
They are, as of now, married, but I feel like their story should be told.

Important characters;


Robespierre......................... Lumiere................................................ Eponine.................







and of course....



Enjolras..........and..........Grantaire

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[garnet.]

Enjolras stood atop a cork, a small piece of paper in one of his paws, and he passionately spoke, fire in his expression. He was, as per usual, at one of his socialist group meetings. His cheeks were aglow with the passion that he felt. His eyes ran over the crowd, spotting the usual pimmies that he was used to seeing, a couple of them cheering in agreement. However, his eyes soon brushed over an unfamiliar pimmie. This creature was a light, minty color, and seemed to be starring into a bottle, filled with- was that grapefruit juice?

He took in the figure once more, raising an eyebrow at him. He was confused, mainly due to the cynical expression on the pimmie's face. They got a lot of new people at his group, especially now that the idea was becoming much more accepted, however what he had not expected was to see a creature of such a cynical nature. After all, it was a group for people who believe in socialism.

Enjolras continued, trying desperately to ignore the cynical gaze looming over him like a shroud of darkness. He tried to power through it, certain that the figure wouldn't cause any trouble. However, he had been, very, very wrong. For this pimmie would indeed cause him a rather large amount of trouble.

"Excuse me sir, see you keep going on about equality, but what is true equality?" The pimmie asked, a sly expression gracing his face.

Enjolras was thrown off by this, after all, what sort of question was that to be asked at a socialist rally. He couldn't quite believe his tiny ears and let out a soft squeak of protest.

"True equality? Why true equality is definable as treating everyone with the same amount of respect, and the same amount of opportunity." Enolras stated.

"Okay well, if you offer everyone equal opportunity won't they stop looking for opportunity themselves? Won't it reduce the fighting spirit of the pimmie race, if everyone is just presented with hundreds of options for their lives, won't they grow lethargic?" He queried, standing up now, the expression on is face turning to a fully fledged smirk.

"No of course not!" Enjolras snapped, his blood beginning to boil. "Pimmie's thrive among social equality, they will use the energy they are saving to be better people in their community and improving the social workings of said community. After all, in our very nature, pimmies are social creatures, who thrive on interaction."

"That's a load of rubbish, and we all know it. As a race, we are selfish. We only think about ourselves, we don't care about others. Equality of opportunity would not promote more social activity. It would simply promote pimmies to become lazy, as everything they need has been handed to them. They would not care about using said energy to, as you put it, be better people in their community. They simply would not care." The pimmie retorted, sitting down, and turning his attention back to the bottle of juice on the table.

This made Enjolras' blood boil. Who was this pimmie to come here and talk like that in a room full of socialists. He sure had a lot of nerve. He seemed brave, and yet completely unbothered about politics, despite his heavy opinioned responses. The pimmie sat their picking his teeth with a splinter of wood, slouching on his chair. Enjolras let out an irritated huff.

"You're making the assumption that pimmies are selfish, over social. This is not a fact that has been scientifically proven, but evidence shows that we rely heavily on social interaction to go about our daily lives." Enjolras replied, his teeth gritted.

"Look around you, at the world mister revolutionary. If you don't see selfish, you had better open your eyes."

Enjolras looked as if he were a cooking pot about to boil over. It was clear how intensely this phrase angered the pimmie, to everyone. Enjolras' friend, Robespierre let out a small squeak, and quickly hurried out of his chair.

"Ladies and gentlepimmies I do think we should end today's session here, don't you?" He shouted, laughing slightly nervously, using himself as a barricade between Enjolras and the other pimmies.

The usual hustle and bustle of leaving pimmies quickly ensued and Enjolras let himself down from the cork he was standing on, placing himself on the edge of it, rocking back and forth gently. He looked up, to see that the pimmie had not moved. That irritating creature sat there, and practically mocking him, holding that stupid bottle of fruit juice. Enjolras quickly stood up and strided over to him, determined to give the pimmie a piece of his mind. He would not be mocked at his own club. He simply would not have it!

"Excuse me master cynic, but who on earth are you and what the heck are you doing at a socialist group when you clearly are very anti socialist." He queried. "Furthermore how dare you spout things like that and question me at my own group? I don't really like the fact that you made me look like an idiot!" He continued, getting more and more angry as he spoke.

"I'm Grantaire, but you can call me R if you'd like." The pimmie started, standing up to face Enjolras. "I'm not just anti socialist... I feel like this community is so messed up by now that no amount of 'clever' political theories can save it, I mean don't get me wrong, if they did I'd be extremely pleased, but I just can't see it happening. I only came here today because my friend Eponine was working at the bar and they had a half decent price on grapefruit juice. I had no idea this was on, though I might have to frequent this place more often." He snorted, but grinned a little, showing he was very much serious. "I say, you've rather drawn me in mister revolutionary, do you have a name?" He drawled, taking a swig of the juice.

"My name is Enjolras, and please, if you will come again, do try not to make an idiot out of me. Be serious."

Grantaire simply chuckled at this.
"I am wild."

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[garnet.]

Grantaire sat at his table, the cafe around him dead. The passion from just an hour or so earlier had left the room with the pimmie who called himself Enjolras and somehow left Grantaire behind in a state of what he could only describe as utter bewhilderment. The sheer fire that burned bright within the pimmie left Grantaire gobsmacked. He couldn't quite believe it, and did not fully understand the feelings that were coiling within him. He laughed a little, running a paw over his chubby neck, grasping it softly. He took a quick drink of his grapefruit juice, coughing gently as it went down the wrong way, catching the attention of someone very familiar to him.

The green and yellow pimmie snorted gently, and edged out from behind the bar where she had been standing, polishing a glass with a soft piece of cloth. She approached Grantaire, holding another bottle of juice.

"This one's mango, on the house for you R." She stated, handing it to him. "Enjoy that?" She asked, smirking.

"Eponine why... He shone brighter than the sun, so much passion, and fire..." He stated, flopping his head on the table, but somehow still accepting the drink.

"Oh, I don't know, he just loves his socialism." She replied casually, her paws tapping the table gently.

"Eponiiiiiiinnnneee......." Grantaire whined, the frustration evident in his voice. "You know fully well that that is not what I meant!" He groaned, poking his head up to take a gentle sip from the bottle.

The bottle seemed to contain what Grantaire assumed to be a mixture of pineapple, mango and blueberry smoothies, watered down with a little milk. It made a rather nice and exotic combination. Somewhat ironic, he had to hand it to Eponine. She sure knew how to be clever with drinks. He drank a little more of the intoxicating mixture, swishing it around his mouth, revelling in the devilish flavour, before swallowing it, and setting the bottle back down on the table with a soft clink.

"You mean the fact that I knew full well that Enjolras was running his little meeting on tonight, and that I know full well of your complete and utter political cynicism and seemed to somehow line up a good juice sale with the one night that it is rather busy in here- you have no idea how much work that took to convince the boss to do a sale on a day we were guaranteed to have a lot of customers?" Eponine asked, drawing out a frustrated groan from Grantaire.

"Eponine why... Now I have to actually do something... I'd rather just be painting..." He groaned.

"R, dear... As your best friend it is my duty to tell you that your life sucks! You don't do anything other than wallow at home and sell the occasional art piece, live off that for a while and then take another loan until you sell something else. You hardly have any friends, you don't have a social life and I just- it's hard for me to watch Taire... It's so hard... R you're wasting away... You need that fire in you." She explained, gesturing wildly with her arms in an almost angry fashion.

Grantaire looked at her guiltily, after all to some extent she was right. His life was empty, like the juice bottles strewn around his apartment. Eponine was one of his only friends, and that, now he was thinking about it, pained him greatly. Maybe she was right that this, whatever this was that Enjolras was providing, would be beneficial to him.

"Sorry Eponine... Sorry for being such an awful friend...." He sighed, patting her fin with a soft paw.

"You're not an awful friend R, you just need to help more people see that." She stated, smiling fondly at him.

R nodded, and stood up, stretching iut his legs with a yawn.

"Alright so, wanna come back to mine? I sold a collection yesterday for a load, and we can get pizza." He suggested.

Eponine shook her head and snorted a little.

"No way Taire, this one's on me." She told him.

R went to protest but quickly found a paw in front of his mouth.

"Nope, don't you dare, I insist, my treat!" She chuckled happily.

The two ended up going back to Eponine's place, a small one bedroom apartment that was kept pristine, with a gothic modern design. Grantaire had to bite his tongue for fear of releasing the comment that her coloration looked rather out of place in the dark decor. They curled up on the sofa, occasionally chucking cushions at one another while waiting for the pizza to arrive, and out on some silly Disney film, chortling.

"So, when did mister revolutionary start showing up?" R suddenly asked out of the blue.

"Uh..." Eponine thought for a moment. "Just over two years ago I think? He and the PB&J creature, Robespierre, showed up one day, practising speeches. I listened in a few times and remembered thinking how good they were at what they did. Robespierre was passionate but shy... Enjolras shone, even then. He had such a way with words and could craft them so intricately. He could paint a picture as beautiful as one of yours with words alone... He has a real gift."

"That he sure does..." Grantaire groaned in agreement. "Even if I don't believe in what he does, I fear that if I were around him too long, he would quickly convert me. He could persuade anyone, he's got his research and twists it in a way that is just incredible."

"Hey R..." Eponine drawled. "You don't by any chance have any kind of attraction to "mister revolutionary" do you?" She snorted.

"No of course not! What makes you think that!" R shrieked, blushing furiously.

"Oh I don't know, everything!" She squealed.

No matter how much Grantaire protested, it seemed, Eponine would not be persuaded otherwise. Grantaire was afraid to admit that to some extent, she was right....

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