"In the Light of the Virgin Morning..."
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Date: 2005-09-02 03:49 am (UTC)^_^
...MY GOD. What kind of crack are you on?
The angry fishwives and working women Las Bombas led into battle are still triumphant hours later, congratulating one another, all friends after the fighting together. One, in particular, large and red-haired, laughs triumphantly and swears she got to see the queen herself one place. The others insist she's dreaming again, silly woman, likes to read those romantic books, would just love to see the queen, wouldn't she--but Madame Thenardier knows. You couldn't forget a girl like that.
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Date: 2005-09-02 03:54 am (UTC)...I wish I knew. XD But ahhhh! So perfect. XD
Montparnasse/Clarion "sort"
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Date: 2005-09-02 04:01 am (UTC)XD Thank you.
Ooh.
A sailor indeed. Montparnasse raises his elegantly thinned eyebrows, smooth as a woman's, at the man with the polished buttons, the immaculate tailoring in his canvas trousers and tunic. Indeed. And what sort of sailor would dress so? He does not realise that sailor in question is eyeing him with some amusement, thinking, a beggar? Indeed. as Montparnasse turns away to speak with Jondrette's ugly daughter.
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Date: 2005-09-02 04:03 am (UTC)Marius/Mickle "discover"
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Date: 2005-09-02 11:06 pm (UTC)It doesn't take her long to discover that the young lawyer in her father's court, somewhat nervous but well able to stand up for himself, is not at all like Theo. She thinks at first that they're both a little silly, both a little sweet, and that's true--but this Pontmercy is prouder, slower to anger, and--and he writes wonderful love poetry. Sometimes he shows her what he's working on for his wife, and she wishes a little sadly that it were to her.
I'm going to say that this is post-Westmark, pre-Kestrel, when Theo's off gadding about in Mull. :D
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Date: 2005-09-02 11:11 pm (UTC)Bahorel "stone"
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Date: 2005-09-02 11:53 pm (UTC)Ooh.
"Watch out for Bahorel," Courfeyrac shouted again, to some innocent girl passing by. "If you're not careful, he'll leap you. He'll throw stones! You should have seen what he did to me. Went right for the throat. He doesn't distinguish between the sexes!"
Bahorel laughed, and fingered the lint in his pocket. It was all very well for Courfeyrac to say that--when it came to romance, Courfeyrac didn't distinguish either.
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Date: 2005-09-02 11:57 pm (UTC)Fantine/Rina "just"
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Date: 2005-09-03 12:09 am (UTC)Fantine watches out her window, stitching shirts, pricking her fingers. She's pricked them often. She doesn't feel it now, she goes on stitching. Suddenly there's a flash of bright colour in the street, and her heart stops. Colour in this grey place! "What's that?" she manages, to the other woman who shares her room, just for a few days, because it's cheapest. "Just a girl," the woman says. "Pretty little thing. Won't last." "She's beautiful," Fantine says finally. Colour in this grey place!
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Date: 2005-09-03 12:15 am (UTC)Oohhh. Poor Fantine. ;__;
Florian/Enjolras, because I forget if I've asked for it. XD "forget"
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Date: 2005-09-03 12:30 am (UTC)*pets her*
Florian is older now, but he doesn't forget. He hasn't forgotten any of them--Stock, Rina, Luther, Zara--his faithful conscience, Zara--Justin last of all. This young man resembles Justin in something stronger than appearance. He had Justin's ideas, and Justin's youth, and he will make Justin's mistakes. He will die like Justin. Florian shakes his head and for a moment considers telling him, explaining what is wrong with his plans, how to succeed, what will fail, but--Justin, when he grew as fierce as this young man is now, never listened to him. He fought against him.
Florian does not want this young man to fight against him.
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Date: 2005-09-03 12:33 am (UTC)Mina Harker/Erik "flutter" You know Dracula, don't you? Well, you know LXG, anyway.
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Date: 2005-09-03 12:44 am (UTC)...AHHHHHHHHH. And yes, I do know Dracula.
Things that flutter still frighten her. Black things that ripple in the wind send her into tears--she hasn't recovered as well as they hoped she had. Jonathan offers to take her to France for a while, give her a holiday, and she agrees. He takes her to the Opera--she's been so happy here that they forget how dark and full of curtains a theatre or Opera-house is. In the middle of the second act, having restrained it since the lights went down, she begins to cry, unable to help herself. Other patrons turn around to hiss at her, and Jonathan begins to lead her out--as they go past one of the boxes a voice whispers, "Don't you like the Opera, M.?"
"My wife is ill," Jonathan says coldly.
"Ah... a pity."
The next day, two tickets for that evening's performance arrive, with a note that reads, to make up to you last night, when you were so unfortunately forced to leave early. Jonathan tears them up. Mina keeps the note.
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Date: 2005-09-03 12:48 am (UTC)Florian/Courfeyrac "empty"
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Date: 2005-09-03 12:59 am (UTC)There's a silence.
Then there's a young man laughing. He has the strangest laugh--more joyful than Rina's, more cynical than Zara's, louder than Stock's, wiser than Luther's, far madder than Justin's.
Florian raises his eyebrows and observes the boy casually; just someone in the street. All the same, though, when the laugh is over and the boy leaves, the crowded place seems oddly empty.
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Date: 2005-09-03 01:01 am (UTC)Ooooohhh. I love 'Rac. =o
Mickle/Cosette "conduct"
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Date: 2005-09-03 01:10 am (UTC)^_______^
Mickle is sitting in the sun in the Great Augustine Square when the pretty woman in black comes by. She always wears black--apparently it's mourning, although Mickle couldn't say for sure, not knowing anything about the woman. This afternoon, though, Mickle lights her pipe and waves. To her surprise, the woman waves back, a small, tentative wave, as though she means to conduct herself like a lady no matter what. All the same, though, she's smiling, for the first time since Mickle started watching her.
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Date: 2005-09-03 01:12 am (UTC)Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Poor Cosette's just in perpetual mourning, isn't she. XD
Hmmm.
Mickle/Witz. XD "abrupt"
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Date: 2005-09-03 01:19 am (UTC)Yes, I'm afraid she is. In this timeline, Marius has just kicked it.
Ha. Ha.
When she gives him orders, he watches her face--sometimes her eyes, sometimes her lips, sometimes her nose. Every part of her face moves at some time or another, and he catches every movement. He wants to learn her so well that he'll never mistake her meaning.
One tired morning, when she speaks, she is abrupt and quick. He would be crestfallen, except that he has succeeded--from her face, he can see that she is not displeased with him.
He is so happy that he almost smiles; but he doesn't. It wouldn't be decorous.
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Date: 2005-09-03 01:21 am (UTC)Awwwwwwwwwwww! Wiiiiitz. *floofles him*
Lise/Zara XD "emphatic"
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Date: 2005-09-03 07:49 pm (UTC)^___^
The dressmaker is about to leave with her day-old loaf when the woman in the bakery suddenly, impulsively, opens her mouth to say something. Her first thought is to say that her husband is an idiot, flour costs too much, they cheat you revoltingly at all the stores, the weather is disgusting, it's amazingly what foolish things people think of in the name of love these days, and go parading it all over the place, too; but all those things are so plain and ugly and flat. She wants to say something that will make the dressmaker stay, something that will make her want to say. Their eyes meet over Lise's hesitation.
"My husband is an idiot," she says.
The dressmaker settles against the counter, ready to listen.
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Date: 2005-09-03 07:55 pm (UTC)Feuilly/Cosette ;P "change"
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Date: 2005-09-06 04:07 am (UTC)...Oooh, I hate you. Notice how long it took me to do this.
He's been watching her a damn sight longer than Pontmercy is. He never sees her in the Garden itself; no, he watches her go in and out, that's his spot to sell in the afternoons. He's watched her change. He's watched her growing up. He noticed her even before she became a woman. He's listened to her speak with her father, and studied the way she says her words, the way the old man addresses her. Now, when Pontmercy sighs and dreams, Feuilly keeps his most precious secret to himself: he knows what her name really is.
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Date: 2005-09-07 12:46 am (UTC)Since you asked for it: Zara/Edwin XD "strap"
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Date: 2005-09-07 01:29 am (UTC)I asked for it, all right. XD
Eddy only went to look in idly, for no reason except that he likes to browse through shops without buying anything. He is one of those innocent young men who enjoys looking and exasperating the shop-keepers. At the moment, he is looking at a rack of dresses with his hands in his pockets, not even thinking of Rosa, not really thinking of anything. Suddenly a pair of unsatisfied eyes fixes him from over the chiffon sleeves and silk collars. "Buy or stop looking."
Eddy grins and meets them. "But it's such splendid stuff to look at."
There is a long, long pause, and then she snaps, "Thanks. Now get out."
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