so this is late. (ooc i was at camp) June 5, 1832 the barricades went up. That's also the day i died... but let's forget about that June 6 the rest of us died. umm yeah sad days except Marius. i was going to write a poem, but i've written enough sad ones so instead i'm playing my flute. Happy barricade day everyone! technically this is also enjolras and grantaire's anniversary of holding hands (and also dying but let's skip that part-) sorry about the gunshot through my head it's pretty obvious i probably should've covered it with my bandana or something-- (ooc/ art's not mine i found it on google)
