aroacejeanprouvaire:

pottervatch:

ok i really want an eponine and grantaire version of agony does anyone feel me

I did some really rough lyrics and wow am I sorry for the last line, and also for all the places I failed at keeping the rhythm, and for all the lines that are clearly just there to rhyme.

Eponine:
Did I deceive him?
Or show him disdain?
Why won’t he come to me?
If I should lose him,
How shall I regain 
The heart he has won from me?

Agony!
Beyond power of speech,
When the one thing you want
Is, like everything, out of your reach.

Grantaire:
Off in his study,
He’ll sit and he’ll worry,
All passion and care.
Young and becoming and frequently humming
A lion-hearted air:
[literally just hum a tiny bit of ‘Do You Hear The People Sing’ here]

Agony!
Far more painful than yours,
When you know he just looks at you
To take note of your flaws.

Both:
Agony!
Oh, the torture they teach!

Eponine:
What’s as intriguing-

Grantaire:
Or half so fatiguing-

Both:
As what’s out of reach?

Grantaire:
Am I not artistic,
Clever,
Well-read,
And good-humoured,
Passionate,
Devoted,
Ugly as he’s handsome
And all that he loathes?

Eponine:
Grantaire, you are not helping your cause!

Grantaire:
Don’t I know.

Eponine:
We all know.

Grantaire:
Don’t blame me, I’m sad.

Eponine:
You know nothing of sadness
Till he’s there with his love
And you see them above
And you’re near to him,
All the while hearing him:
[can she sing a little of ‘Heart Full of Love’ here?]

Both:
Agony!

Grantaire:
Misery!

Eponine:
Woe!

Both:
Though it’s different for each.

Grantaire:
Always playing the fool-

Eponine:
Never noticed at all-

Both:
And he’s just out of reach.
Agony
That can cut like a knife!

I would lay down my life.