#george blagden

Grantaire, gazing lovingly at Enjolras: He could kill me and I’d thank him.

Eponine, who’d heard this for the millionth time: I’d thank him too

Priest: Repeat after me.

Grantaire: After me.

Priest, turning to Enjolras: Are you sure you want this one?

Enjolras, trying to flirt: You are the membrane to my osmosis.

Grantaire:

Enjolras, panicking: you know? How osmosis must always have the partially permeable membrane to occur?

Grantaire, smirking: And so are you the key to my heart.

Enjolras: I think I’m in love with you.

Grantaire: But you hate me…?

Enjolras: That… is my love language.

Combeferre: Enjolras is at that age where there’s only one thing on his mind.

Courfeyrac:Revolution?

Combeferre: That’s what he wants people to believe. But, actually…

*Both look at enjolras staring at grantaire*

Combeferre, whispering: it’s the cat boy.

Grantaire: Knock, knock!

Enjolras: I’m not in the mood.

Grantaire: Just this once, please? Knock, knock!

Enjolras, sighing: Fine. Who’s there?

Grantaire:Mary.

Enjolras: Mary who?

Grantaire: Marry me.

Enjolras: If you could just see things straight-

Grantaire: Well sorry but in case you still don’t know, I’m gay for you.

George Blagden

Ragnar, Athelstan and Floki

“Vikings”