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fabulousairpirate:

Les Miserables Aesthetics- Bahorel

“Bahorel was a good-natured mortal, who kept bad company, brave, a spendthrift, prodigal, and to the verge of generosity, talkative, and at times eloquent, bold to the verge of effrontery; the best fellow possible; he had daring waistcoats, and scarlet opinions; a wholesale blusterer, that is to say, loving nothing so much as a quarrel, unless it were an uprising; and nothing so much as an uprising, unless it were a revolution; always ready to smash a window-pane, then to tear up the pavement, then to demolish a government, just to see the effect of it…“

…Where did you ever find that amazing waistcoat?!? *_*

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playthatsadtrombone:

“–a revolutionary approaches the gate to the Republic and meets two National Guardsmen blocking the way. One Guard always tells the truth, and one Guard always lies–”

“COMBEFERRE”

“–a revolutionary is brought into a hospital with a terrible bayonet wound, bleeding profusely. The only mother he has is the Republic, who grasps his hand as he is rushed into the operating room; but when the surgeon on duty sees the revolutionary–”

“GODDAMMIT COMBEFERRE”

“–IF A REVOLUTIONARY THAT WEIGHS 150 LIVRES IS SHOT ATOP A BARRICADE AND TOPPLES TO THE GROUND AT THE SAME MOMENT THAT A JACOBIN FLAG THAT ALSO WEIGHS 150 LIVRES–”

“SERIOUSLY COMBEFERRE NOW IS NOT THE TIME”

les mis gothic (amis edition)

bahorel:

• the friends of
  the abc meet every week in the back room of the musain. sometimes you
  invite friends to the meetings. they never pass the initiation, and
  you never see them again. your chairs are made from bones.
• enjolras is
  beautiful like a marble statue and an angel, and you cannot take your
  eyes off him. you cannot stop listening to the words that fall from
  his lips. you want to be close enough to touch him. you cannot stop
  looking, and your vision blurs into nothing. you cannot stop
  listening, and his voice joins together to form endless ringing. your
  hands blister when you go to touch him. you are not the first.
• bahorel says he
  is not training to be a lawyer, but blondeau always calls out his
  name, and he is never crossed off. you try to ask him where he has
  been, but he dismisses you. nobody else knows where he goes. you try
  to follow him one day, but you find suddenly you are trailing
  nothingness.
• bossuet goes by
  many names. every time you memorize one, others switch to calling him
  by a new pseudonym. one night, a young man leans over and whispers
  his real name in your ear. they find him in the seine the next
  evening. you guard the secret closely. nobody else must ever know. he
  is too powerful.
• the others tell
  you that feuilly is a fan maker, and that they respect him as a
  worker. they tell you he creates pieces of savage and terrible
  beauty. you catch his eye across the back room. his hands are always
  smeared with paint. the paint is always red. you hope it is just
  paint.
• “i’m ill’, says
  joly, and you nod in understanding. joly always thinks he is ill. his
  hair falls out. his mouth pours blood when he speaks. he drags his
  feet and his body rots before your eyes. joly always thinks he is
  ill.
• jehan prouvaire
  plays his flute, and you stop to listen for a moment. the music is
  ethereally beautiful. it permeates your soul. you go home, and you
  sleep for three days straight. when you wake up, you can still hear
  it.
• courfeyrac
  romances anything that moves. he moves on from the women and onto the
  men and then, slowly but surely, into the eldritch horrors that
  follow us all.
• grantaire follows
  enjolras like a shadow, reeking of drink and burnt out candles.
  everyone interacts with grantaire except enjolras, who never seems to
  notice. even you have been drawn into one of grantaire’s long-winded
  speeches, full of classical allusions. enjolras asks you who you are
  speaking to, and you realize he has never seen him. grantaire puts a
  finger to his lips.
• you see combeferre
  reading books on geology, and later on you hear that he has broken
  open a pebble to inspect it more thoroughly and personally. you see
  him reading a book on human biology one night. he looks up and meets
  your eyes. you are suddenly afraid.