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[ifidie-idiewithyou]

Shelter

The rain rattled the window and there was a ping every once and a while as it dripped from a hole in the ceiling of Grantaire's apartment and into a carefully placed bowl. He was leaned over his desk, squinting in the light of a single candle and trying to write a letter. He pushed his bottle of wine a little out of the way to allow for more light and chewed on his lip as he wondered where his other candle had got to. He had got a crooked paragraph about finished when there was a knock on the door. He frowned, but padded over to the door. "Wouldn't it be funny if it were- " He opened the door. "-Enjolras?"

[hyacinthelanglais]

the shrine of friendship cont.

Darwin had just returned to one of his two apartments, his main one above the bakery that was run by Grantaire's sister and her husband (Darwin wasn't aware of the relation, all he knew was that the two of them were kind and didn't ask too many questions. He was changing his waistcoat and cravat and adjusting his collar, getting ready for the night's hunt - outside of the ballet again tonight - , when he heard a knock on the door.  He chewed on his lip as he considered whether or not to open it. No one ever visited him here, no one but Erik (but now he was dead) and Thomas, but he wasn't expecting Thomas, not tonight. Another knock.  He took a deep breath and let it out, grinding his cane into the floor.  To pretend to be out or to answer it? He limped over and flung the door open, taking a risk on his life rather than risk missing out on Thomas. He let out a sigh of relief. "Thomas! I wasn't expecting you - do you not know that tonight is...tonight is the ballet?" He chewed on his lip and looked up at him with furrowed brows. "What's the matter mon coeur?"  He waited for him to come in and then closed the door behind him. He made sure to click the door shut again so that he could pull him into his arms. theartinartillery

[theartinartillery-archive-blog]

Second Time Around

A little more than two weeks had passed before Thomas had been allowed to leave on his own free will, and he'd taken that chance to visit the Musain once more. He had not spoken with Marius for quite some time, so was unsure if a meeting was scheduled or not. Regardless of whether one was or not, Thomas knew it would be nice to leave his neighbourhood for just a few hours.

There was still some bruising around his eye, though he'd used some of his mother's make-up to try hide it. Thomas thought he looked silly with the make-up on (he also did not wish to be mocked if someone had found out) so as he neared the establishment, he gently moved a hand to rub it off.

As previously, it was dimly lit inside though Thomas made an effort to find a clock on the wall as soon as he could. He did not wish for time to slip by him again, though he did hope his friend would be there - if they were still friends, that was.

[guideandbalance-original]

Intruder

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Combeferre was lost in thought, repeating words in his mind, writing and rewriting another pamphlet in his head so that he would not forget it before he could write it down. It is time that we labored for the happiness of the people. He thought as he fumbled for his keys. Legislators who are to bring light and order into the world must pursue their course with inexorable tread, He stepped into his apartment and had just turned to lock the door. fearless and unswerving as the -- He stopped and blinked, the words vanishing from his mind completely as he saw Courfeyrac standing in his apartment. "It was...but it was locked how did you.... is something the matter?" Combeferre's brows furrowed. He adjusted his glasses and checked the doorknob.

[lapetitegenevieve-blog]

Genevieve trailed down the street, glancing up at the faces yet unable to recognise anyone. Most people were dashing by her, though one man who caught her attention was curled up by a gutter. Quickly she ran up to him and kneeled down, "Monsieur?" She asked and then poked him, "'Taire?"

[fugitiverunning]

masquerade

It was dark in the room that had been converted into a makeshift jail as Valjean sat cleaning his gun as he watched the other guard. He waited for him to show any sign of relaxing. When the man began to drink and chat with one of the others, Valjean slipped the cleaning rod back into the musket, reloaded it, and finally made his way over to where Javert was tied. He set the musket aside, carefully, and more carefully out of Javert's reach. Javert was bleading. His hand had been wounded in the fight that captured him, and to Valjean it looked as though his face had gone pale, slicked with sweat. It had been too long since he'd received any medical care. The students would never treat him, it was amazing as it was they hadn't shot him already. Valjean knelt in front of him and put his hand on his other arm. "Let me help you." He said softly, meeting his eyes.

[she-was-just-a-ghost-to-me]

Back at the Musain

Marius walked into the Musain, looking around for his roommate and the woman he loves. He saw Grantaire, sitting with her on a table in the corner. He walked over to them both, his hands trailing over Eponine's shoulder and kissing the top of her head. He smiled at Grantaire. "Hello Mon Ami, how have you been?" ifidie-idiewithyou eponine-onmyown

[therealgovernedbythetrue-blog]

After The Rally

ifidie-idiewithyou

Once the rally was done, Enjolras told Combeferre to keep handing out the pamphlets to the crowd he had managed to gather and to make sure that they were all given away. He climbed down off his cart and gave Bahorel an appreciative pat on the shoulder as he made his way through the crowd, ignoring the noise surrounding him.

He sighed heavily and stalked through the streets towards where he dimly remembered Combeferre telling him Grantaire's apartment was. His face was as calm and cold as it ever was, but inside he was positively fuming. Was Grantaire really so ignorant that he didn't understand to turn up to events, even after Enjolras had shouted at him so many times..? He reached the apartment and gave several short sharp knocks on the door.

[gavrocheofsaintmichele-blog]

Dans Les Roues

Gavroche tugged his tattered shawl tighter around him and jammed his hat firmly over his ears as he skipped down the streets. Though the sun was bright, the air itself was surprisingly chilly and he glared enviously at the rich men walking past with their warm-looking lined coats. His quick eyes spotted one, a fat gentleman with equally fat pockets and the boy picked up his pace, trotting behind the man. He continued walking behind him for a while before his quick hand darted out and slipped a thick wallet out of the man's pocket.

Gavroche's eyes lit up and he quickly stopped following the man and leaned against a nearby wall, trying to count the money he had gained (though never quite being able to make it accurately past ten). He grinned and tucked the wallet into his own pocket before freezing as he heard a shout. He glanced around nervously, preparing to run if it was someone who had witnessed his thievery.

[guideandbalance-blog]

Students

Combeferre had had the Musain mostly to himself for the entirety of the evening. He had come straight from his classes, and a pile of medical textbooks sat beside him on the table, but his focus was on a gigantic pile of pamphlets that he was cutting down to size one by one. It had been half the price and twice as efficient to print two sets per every sheet of paper, and so he, Courfeyrac and Enjorlas had divvied up the task of cutting them.  He’d been so engrossed in his task that his glasses had begun to slip down his nose, and he barely noticed a young woman come in. He looked up at her with a bit of a start and reached up to adjust his glasses and peer out passed to candles at her. She had fair, even features that Combeferre figured were probably attractive, and a healthy complexion. A slightly disappointed look appeared to cross her face as she didn’t recognize him and he smiled softly at her.  “Good evening, mademoiselle. Are you looking for someone?” springworthy

[ifidie-idiewithyou]

New Blood

Grantaire's face was flushed with wine and warmth and a smile, exaggerated in size and crooked with sarcasm, was spread across it.  He took a swig of his wine, directly from the bottle, and slumped into a seat in front of a boy he didn't recognize. He was very young (another student?) but his look was sour beyond his years. Between his haughty composure and fierce eyes Grantaire couldn't quite help being reminded a little of Enjolras. "You're Marius' friend aren't you?" He asked with a widening of his smile and a cock of his head. "A bit young aren't you? And look at that face, so severe, you're no relation of our fierce leader are you?"

[hyacinthelanglais]

My Name

Darwin had never come to visit Thomas at his house before. He didn't want his family to recognize him, or to risk their reputation should he ever be found out. He didn't want to have to explain their relationship to his supposedly strict father either. But today was different, today was an emergency, today, everything had changed. He knocked on Thomas' door. He knew it by sight and address it was all saved in his heart, but he'd never actually seen inside, nor approached it. He'd only ever seen it in passing. He took a deep breath and let it out nervously as he waited.  He was dressed his usual day suit in black with a heavily pleated coat skirt and a pale blue waistcoat embroidered with silver flowers and a cravat of silver. His face was several shades paler than usual and his eyes had a glassy look from spending the morning crying and the skin around them was red, as was his nose and cheeks and hints at his brows. His freckles even seemed a shade paler against the white skin and his blue eyes were a little hazy, but his pale brows were lowered with determination.  theartinartillery​

[theartinartillery-archive-blog]

A New Face

The Musain was dimly lit, Thomas had been there twice before and each time seemed emptier than the last - though that could have been a trick of the light. The streets were growing colder, and the nights longer. Sitting with a candle and a bottle of wine, Thomas spotted a new reflection to the opposite side of the room.

The chair he was sat on squeaked as his body shifted to get a better view of the young man. He seemed to be standing out, as opposed to the others Thomas had met. Leaving the bottle, Thomas rose to his feet and made his way over.

“Bonjour, je m’appelle Thomas, I am Marius’ friend.” He introduced.

[guideandbalance-original]

Nature's Sculpture

jehanprouvxire Combeferre sat cross legged in his favorite chair beside the fire. The chair was upholstered with a dark and wearing leather and had high club style arms and he loved it. He had a pillow behind his back and another to his side and held the book he was reading at a slight angle so that the light from his candles made it more easy to read. It was an old volume, a worn copy of a thesis by Saint Just, and he was engrossed in more of the language of the piece than the actual text (which he had all but memorized) trying to absorb and learn what he could to improve his own writing for the cause.  He was torn from his thoughts and his book by a knock on the door. It was rather late, and so it was most likely it was either Enjolras or Courfeyrac. He stood up, getting a bit tangled in his pillows, set aside the book and hurried to the door. He straightened up his cravat and fixed his hair in case it was Courfeyrac that came calling and then opened the door.

[francoisanselmefabron]

découvert

Fog hung low to the ground and made the light from the lantern curve out in a bulging halo against the night. Fabron couldn't have asked for a better night for his self appointed mission. He kept his uniform and moved with a sense of purpose, hoping that if he looked as though he were obeying orders nobody would question them. He tied the set of muskets together tightly, all bundled in fabric to keep them dry against the damp night. Several horns of powder were bundled with them. It wasn't much, and not as many as he'd hoped to take with him in this last ditch effort, but it would have to do. Hopefully in combination with the hints of information he'd gleaned from the officers it would be just enough to help the students. Though his heart was racing, he was almost starting to relax. He was so close to finished, he was actually starting to believe that he'd be successful and he felt a flutter of hope in him. A flutter of hope that died as soon as he heard someone speak behind him. He felt a chill run up his back but he just frowned and hung his head, ready to face his fate as he should have done before when his friends had laid down their own lives for the cause.

[fugitiverunning]

Binary Stars

Monsieur Madeleine was walking home with a bag of food tucked under his arm. He made no effort to hide it. The people of his town were well enough off that it was far less often that they chose to steal, and even less that anyone would dare to steal from Valjean. He smiled peacefully, believing firmly that should anyone need anything they would simply ask him for it. If they asked, he would give him his food, if they asked, he would give them the shirt from his back. He could afford more. It was late, later than usual for his walk home, he had stayed late going over figures for his factory, and the stars had started to come out amongst the pink clouds of early evening. It was so beautiful that he stopped at the bridge to admire them. They made him remember the Bishop, and his promise, and he smiled, hoping that he'd be happy with him now. He was so entranced in his observations that he did not notice that he was not alone.

----- je-suis-la-loi