#The Convent

[ueinra]

Such a mood.

[lesmisscraper]

Jean Valjean's Last Wish, and the Knock at the Door. Volume 5, Book 9, Chapter 3.

Clips from <Il cuore di Cosette>.

[the-miserable-polls]

So far, Enjolras is winning in the previous make-up round. I'm posting this next one early since I'll be busy later: Cosette vs. the Convent–I already suspect a clear winner for this one.

I also wanted to say thank you all for over 100 follows! I appreciate it so much that there's actually an interest in my blog! Definitely did not set out on a random Wednesday to create a blog that so many people (for me at least, 100 is a lot lol) interact with. 😁

[swanimagines]

You know who doesn't get enough love? Ellis. I would like to request something where reader meets Ellis and it's pretty much love at first sight for them both.

A/N: Oh yeah I agree, he's such a sweetheart 🥰 I hope you like this!

At the time of writing this, it's been 2 months of not writing anything because I had (have?) a very stubborn writer's block that just wouldn't scrub away no matter what I did, so forgive me if the quality is rusty 😅

The gif is mine!

AT FIRST SIGHT

No matter how early at morning you rose up from bed to go shopping, the market was always blooming with people. And unless you would have wanted to get there before vendors put up their stalls, you just had to deal with it.

You really didn't love the noise, people clogging the pathway, listening to vendors shouting prices, trying to squeeze in just to pick a few apples when the old women living down the street were basically glued there, babbling latest gossip with the vendor, without any mind of other customers. And of course, on mornings like these, when you wouldn't have had much time to circle around the market anyway, it felt even more frustrating.

So now, you had your arms full of groceries and you carefully shifted them to count your coins, when—

Thump.

Your apples scattered across the ground and your hold on your basket slipped, already seeing how all your expensive groceries would break and you wouldn't have food for days… but then you saw a hand snatching your basket before your mental images became true.

"I'm so sorry, I should have—"

You exhaled, closing your eyes in relief. "No no, it's entirely my fault. I was concentrated on counting my money, not on where I'm going. Thank you so much, I don't know what would I have done if I—"

You looked up to see a face you hadn't seen around before. Or maybe you had seen him before, but never really paid attention. His blue eyes stared at you and you blinked, words catching at your throat. For whatever reason, he made your heart make a few somersaults and your breath hitch.

You stared at each other for a moment and you spotted a shade of pink dusting his cheeks before he ducked, picking up your apples. He examined them for a while before he held the last one up. "We should probably wash these by the well."

You looked at the apples, and you weren't sure why he thought that. They looked perfectly fine, barely even dents on them, but you still didn't argue with it. Something just told you that you shouldn't turn his offer down, even when you were still busy.

You were quiet again for a moment, the hassle around you basically fading away, before he cleared his throat. "I… uh, I have my own basket here. I didn't get to do my grocery shopping yet, so it's empty. Could I… help you with your groceries?"

You blinked. "Um… are you sure? I don't want to be a bother—"

"I collided with you and almost ruined your groceries, it's the least I can do."

You smiled faintly. "I told you it's fine. Nothing happened, you don't owe me anything."

He looked defeated, and a little disappointed, so you sighed. "If you really want to, I wouldn't be opposed to it. I have a busy morning, so a little help would be welcomed."

His eyes lit up again. "Yes, I— I'd love to."

You offered him a small smile, mentally trying to tell your heart to calm down, and nodded towards the well. "Shall we wash the apples first?"

You followed him to the well, and something just told you that this wasn't just some regular, silly encounter with a cute man, this would lead to something far better and maybe, hopefully, something long-lasting…

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[horrororman]

🔪 Notable January 21st releases...

The Vampire Bat (1933).

Spider Woman (1944).

The House on Sorority Row (1983)(Los Angeles).

Resident Evil 2 (NA: 1998)(PlayStation).

American Psycho (2000)(Sundance).

The Convent (2000)(Sundance).

#horror

[ahollowgrave]

Envoy (noun): A representative; a diplomat; a messenger.   // the stranger to Sister pipeline.

Sister Kindness has the most enormous eyes you’ve ever seen. They are framed with dark lashes that crash against her chubby cheeks when she blinks. Their color is -- Very much green but dappled through with brown. They make you think of a creek bed and when she’s an idea there it is like the flash of a fish’s scales. 

They gleam, now.

As they regard you from across the old kitchen island. 

Sister Kindness is seated on a stool while her hands work, kneading dough. She always seems to be kneading, when you see her, with flour on her habit and egg in her hair. You watch a bit of yolk wobble.

She’s asking you something you should -- “-- we have a deal?”

You have been at the convent for a full moon. The last bit of Thanalan dirt has been scrubbed from behind your ears and you have broken every rule you’ve been given. 

And nothing has happened. You are so frustrated and impulse rules you, still. 

On a whim, you reach across the table and pinch a bit of the dough off. Sister Kindness only slows to let you and then resumes her work. Something inside you growls at the lack of punishment. The back of your teeth clench. 

You work the dough between your hands. Rolling it into a ball, flattening it, again and again. Sister Kindness sits in the quiet with you humming as she works. It is a nice sound, warm and rounded. Not once does she ask you for your answer. 

She only waits. Patient.

That creature stirs beneath your skin. You can feel your hackles rise. 

It all feels like such a trap.

But as you rifle through Sister Kindness’s proposal you can find no snares. You take on some of her chores and she lets you shelter in here -- she is offering you a hiding place. And first chance at anything that comes out of the oven.

(She is offering you more than this but you are a child and scared and unwise to the way of adults like these.)

(A hiding place is all well and good but you’ve little need to hide here. Here, you are safe.)

(But ‘Here’ is too big a space and you know not what to do with it.)

(It is a hand offered in friendship, this deal.)

Sister Kindness has turned from you so she can load the oven.

You watch the line of her broad shoulders.

There is no wariness in them. She trusts you enough despite your eager rule-breaking. (In truth: because of.)

It is enough. “Deal.”

[darkchastity]

[britvarama]

[ueinra]

Les Misérables | The Convent Illustrated by Adriano Minardi (Italian Edition, 1930)

[whtaever]

[lesmisscraper]

No matter what his identity is, Valjean is the Only Father of Cosette. Volume 5, Book 5, Chapter 6.

Clips from <Il cuore di Cosette>.

[airasilver]

Found some of my favorites. (I got to rewatch The Covenant. It got me into all the actors. Plus, I liked it and I really don’t like horror.)

Oklahoma! Is my favorite musical followed by Les Mis. Which I also have the movie. I found my copy of Adam Lambert and Val Kilmer’s The Ten Commandments Musical. I’ve been having fun putting them away and finding DVDs I forgot about.

[mudwerks]

(via The Grim Gallery: Exhibit 4426)

The Convent (2021)

[le-loup-et-lion]

Valjean coming out of his coffin to shame Fauchelevent

*rising up from loosely packed grave soil* who the fuck buried me. This is atrocious. Do a better job next time

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

we need more divorcebaiting. how strongly can canon imply (without technically outright stating) that these two characters are bitterly, acrimoniously divorced? essential we explore this