"I Was Looking For Off-Handed Ways to Improve Us..."

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PHOTOFIC ME!

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[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Yep. By the way, sorry about that.

They /are/.

The moonlight makes her glow, or maybe he's just imagining it. She's beautiful. He loves her.

He wishes he knew what to say.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

...I'd just like you to know that we are no longer friends, after that pairing.


Aww.

Clarion/Red Cockade (Westmark, ha!) "perhaps"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

...Actually, that's quite reasonable. I apologise.

^_^ -- Yayyyy, Westmark!

"My dear woman, I hope you won't insist I dirty my gloves in this exercise. I have just had them laundered."

Red Cockade shoots him an even glance, and grasps his hand tight in her own hard, dirty ones. "There. Already dirty. Now perhaps you'll help me out."

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

(Though I'm sure I am truly unable to resist your charms, my dear.)

Hee! You show that fop, Red Cockade-- that name is way too long, man. XD

Philippe/Sorelli, "fear"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

(*catches and dips* Well, in that case--!)

I KNOW. XD

"Why are you afraid?" he asks gently, stroking her hair. He's never been brave enough to do that before, but she's trembling so terribly that he must do something. Sorelli presses her face against his shoulder, blushing and crying a little both at once.

"I fear he might choose to kill you," she whispers.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

(*swoons!*)

Aw, poor superstitious Sorelli. Not too far off the mark there, though. XD

Hmmmm.

Rina/Zara, "darkness"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

(*handsome pose!*)

XD I know.

In the darkness, a small hard hand reaches out and takes hers, and she realises that needles and lye make the same callouses and the same rough palms.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Aww. Hmmm. Justin/Enjolras, "history"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

The young man brave and beautiful shouts that you can't change the past, but you can change history; Justin watches him, low, knowing that you can change the past you can change you can change if you only try.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Eee!

Um, um..! Fantine (only one, horror!)-- well, okay, "horror." XD

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

She used to watch with horror when the rough men and dirty sailors pulled the other girls into alleys or behind houses; now it's routine, and she leads them herself sometimes.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Aww. D: Poor Fantine. ;__;

Hmm. Sparrow and Weasel. "trade"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

She lost Weasel for a little while once after the barricade, after Keller died. He came back a week later, and she lectured him and pulled his ears for going off like that. He traded with kicking her legs; and Sparrow knows that however grownup her little brother pretends to be, he's still a baby.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Awww.

Umm... (you don't mind that I keep going, do you? XD You can just stop when you're bored of it, and smack me. XD) Lise/Ragueneau, "sleepy"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

(No, I love this. ^__^ Sorry I take so long.)

A long time ago, when they were sleepy, they curled up in bed together, murmuring lovethings to one another that had stopped making sense quite a while ago. Now, she glares at him, he smiles helplessly, and they go on baking bread until dawn.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

(Pah, it's fine!)

Aww. They make me sad. D: ..obviously, I suppose. XD

Bah, I thought of a really good one earlier today. Let's do... Mme Thenardier and Fantine (because slash is just... so so wierd. XD) "gallery"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

They're so -- demmit, they got married in the beginning for a reason and then it just -- died. Totally died, obviously.

XD OH MY GOD!

At first, Fantine is afraid of the woman with whom she leaves her daughter. The face is like a painting from a gallery of horrors. But they speak for a while, and Mme Thenardier soothes her, until Fantine realises that a face means nothing, that the woman has a gentle soul, and--when she is kissed, she tells herself that it only means Mme Thenardier will hold her daughter more dear.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Silly Rostand. He should've just made the whole play about them. I'm awfully excited to see them if (when >__>) we go see Cyrano this summer.

AHH I SAID SLASH IS WIERD. THAT'S WHY I SAID 'AND' NOT '/'.

..I better give you something nice and safe this time. >>;

Mme Defarge/ Mme Thenardier Lise/Zara, "endeavor"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I KNOW. Eeeeeee, you'll have to tell me all about it!

... *facepalm* Ooooops.

Lise used to beg her husband (in a snarl that makes it not-really-begging) to stay home, to be sensible, not to run off all over the place with the crowd of soldiers and musketeers, not to leave her behind. It was pointless, and now she's given up on the endeavour. Besides, she'd much rather meet the sharp red-haired woman alone.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

I will! :D --if we go. >>;

...XD *pets* It's all right.

Eheehee. :D

Hmm! I feel like I'm being awfully repetitive. XD

Witz/Rina (...did they ever even meet? Oh well. XD) "simple"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

...YOU'D BETTER GO. XD

...They have now. So there.

At first he's sure the girl must be afraid. That's simply how it is, that brave soldiers fight and little laundresses are afraid of fighting. But as he watches her, he sees that her face is set and her hands are ready, and his chest feels a funny twisted mixture as he realises that, really, he's the one who's afraid, and her bravery makes him ache.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, Witz...! *fluffles*

Hmmmmm. Soujin knows Greek mythology, I know, but I'll ask that next time. Lise/Ragueneau. "spring"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Witz is a silly and a fluffball. Sort of.

^___^

They used to love each other in the spring. Now they work silently, or nearly so, as he hums and she snaps at him to quiet down.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Ohhh. D: Gah, I hope I see that play. XD

Cosette/Rina, "escape"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I hope you do, too. and TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. >:D

Cosette, sometimes, looking out the windows of her father's fiacre, wishes she could escape her garden with a basket of bread and give it to the people on the streets. There is one girl especially she sees every day, a laundress with red raw hands.