He doesn’t remember where exactly they were in Leptis Magna, can’t remember the features or building or what direction they were facing. He just remembers Enjolras, turning back to smile at him against the backdrop of once-sacred battered columns and savage clouds that suddenly broke, and there was light around them, and suddenly Enjolras was incandescent. Light itself was in love with Enjolras in that moment, and Grantaire was helpless to do anything but follow its lead.
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