enjolras and combeferre and courfeyrac as time travellers who go back in time to help with as many small causes and revolts that weren’t exactly big deals but were certainly necessary as they can, helping the insurgents to plan and teaching them tactics and how to make emergency weaponry with what they have and when to fight and when it’s best to leave it.
so woven through that type of history and buried under the years there are paintings and writings of this trio, always made by ordinary people and ‘nobodies’ and, so, are difficult to find let alone notice the pattern. always described and depicted in similar ways are the angelic yet terrifying leader who is so full of passion and love, with a stern brow and golden hair; the contemplative and intimidatingly intelligent philosopher with eyes so intensely full of care and thought that anyone who they came to would be hard-pressed to forget; the warm-souled thread who binds the three together and brings more hope to the individual where his friends bring it to groups, who has a grin full of enthusiasm and a laugh that strikes joy in the hearts of even the more anxious revolutionaries.
obviously they never use their real names and they dress in the fashion of the place and time that they’re visiting, but it baffles historians who specialise in revolutionary history and have managed to track the writings and pieces of art surrounding them, whether accidentally or on purpose, and have noticed the pattern because seriously what to heck.