oh god an e/r au where grantaire is an author and the forewords and afterwords of all his books are love letters to a beautiful blonde boy his readers would kill to know the name of
oooh and he writes in a genre that enjolras is absolutely certain not to read so as to avoid any awkward questions
but then joly and bossuet are sick of the unresolved romantic tension and they basically just shove grantaire’s latest published manuscript in his face one evening when grantaire’s at a signing (because fuck yeah, he does signings, he’s successful enough in that way) and refuse to let him leave before he’s at least read the foreword.
wait wait wait
enjolras does read the novels, he’s read all of them, he’s read every novel grantaire’s ever published and he has a copy of all of them hidden in his desk
(combeferre and courfeyrac know about the books. they both thinks it’s sweet and wish they could tell grantaire, but they don’t.)
grantaire doesn’t know and thinks enjolras doesn’t care and doesn’t read them, but enjolras does - he doesn’t know who the blonde man is that grantaire is so in love with, though
when it hurts too much to be in love with a writer in love with someone else, he reads the forewards and afterwards and runs his hands over the letters and pretends that maybe he’s not the man that those words were dedicated to but maybe he could become that man so grantaire would love him back
we are worthy of a legend
i always hate these because they miss the entire point like the story of icarus wasnt about love at all it was about comparing yourself to your parents and outdoing them and icarus did it by flying higher than your father against his father’s council so at first its like oh look the father was right and the son sucks but no not really because he got a lake or some body of water named after him while i cant even remember the fathers name sorry not sorry rant over
first of all, i’m really excited that you read this poem and disagree with the way i interpreted icarus and his legend. that’s pretty much the first time anyone’s read into my poetry more than as fanfic-poetry. also, your stance on icarus is much different than what i’ve been taught!
a thought to keep in mind: i didn’t write this poem to accurately tell the story of icarus. if i was seeking to retell that story, i would have written like homer or sophocles and done some proper research. however, that’s not what i was going for. the point of this poem was to represent the relationship between enjolras and grantaire from les misérables in terms of a classic legend.
another thought: it was written by a person who was taught icarus differently than you, i presume. i learned greek mythology from my grandmother as a child and in school, and the way i was taught the myth of icarus was generally in a more romantic light - he was so desperate to escape midas’ control on crete that he disregarded his father’s (daedalus, by the way!) warning about flying too close to the sun. he was so hungry for freedom that he didn’t care that he could die from overindulging in flight and sunlight - he was too eager to be free. however, that’s only how it’s been taught to me. (also by the bastille song icarus!)
in addition, this poem is not intended to be read as an analytical piece, although you can, if you like! it was written to use another story to tell about the enjolras-grantaire dynamic. as i see it (my own interpretation, which might be 90% correct or 0% correct), grantaire is so hungry for enjolras’ attention/respect/love/whatever that he doesn’t care that craving it could hurt him. as i see icarus - wanting freedom so strongly he died for it - it’s like grantaire, wanting enjolras so deeply that he could tear himself apart with passion and not care a bit.
it seems that we just disagree on interpretations. it’s sort of like how shakespeare’s romeo & juliet is viewed. when it was first played, people thought it was about dumb kids. then it was regarded as the greatest love story of all time. now people say it’s about dumb kids again, which is by far an oversimplification of a great work of literature. i don’t know how the ancients viewed icarus, so i can’t say who’s right or wrong. you might be completely right and i’m dead wrong, or vice versa, or somewhere in between. it’s all up to interpretation, because that’s the point of literature - to be read differently.
i respect your view on icarus and i’ll certainly keep it in mind when i allude to icarus in the future. however, i’m not going to say this poem is wrong or that shedding this light on icarus is wrong either - it’s not factual, it’s a poem from the point of view of a romantic in unrequited love.
thank you again, by the way, for providing such a interesting topic for debate!
(also, wow, sorry. i posted this on the wrong blog, tried to copy it, deleted it, didn’t copy it, and generally created a mess trying to post this.)