I didn’t see you there, forgive me
#VALJEAN IS LIKE #YOU STEP BACK YOUNG BOY #WHAT YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? #TOUCHING MY LITTLE GIRL? #HOW DARE YOU #I’M AN EX CON #I SPENT 19 YEARS IN PRISON FOR BREAD #I’M TOTALLY READY TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE IN PRISON BECAUSE I DEFENDED MY PRECIOUS LITTLE GIRL (x)
yeesh, French Teens
and it wasn’t a dream, not a dream after all
No offense but instead of having badass Cosette and Marius clumsily trailing behind her how about:
-Cosette and Marius having a thousand of inside jokes and always making eye contact and going like “EYYY” (usually internally, but not always) when someone unknowingly makes a reference one of them
-Cosette and Marius having secret handshakes that top all secret handshakes ever
-Marius realizing that Cosette is actually a totally chill and awesome and nerdy person and becoming completely comfortable around her
-Cosette finding Marius to be the best friend she never had and enjoying every second they spend together
-Marius and Cosette being the picture perfect couple. Like, they have an elaborate picnic complete with champagne and a homemade quilt and both of them looking drop dead gorgeous and they’re like “yeah we were bored lol"
-Cosette being super supportive and helpful while Marius deals with his anxiety
-Marius introducing Cosette to more friends than she ever had in her lonely, isolated childhood
-Marius and Cosette teasing each other
-Marius telling super cheesy jokes and pick up lines and Cosette adores every single one and snorts from laughter each time
-Cosette and Marius being super gross in public just to embarrass their friends
-Cosette and Marius having an open, healthy, happy, hilarious relationship
“There’s one thing I cannot quite figure out yet,” said Courfeyrac behind her suddenly. Eponine tensed, glancing at him. He was staring at the newly weds, an odd, wistful expression on his face. “Are you in love with Marius, or with Cosette?”
If Eponine had played the lady as well as she wished she could, she would have probably left, after making sure that Courfeyrac knew he had greatly offended and scandalized her; as it was, Eponine was still ill-suited to the role; she could barely fit right in all the dresses she had now and had dreamed of for years, and she could pretend even less that she was as respectable as she ought to be; she’d seen too many things. Courfeyrac wouldn’t have been able to shock her even if he tried, and – if she’d judge the man properly, he wasn’t that kind.
“Neither,” she said, honestly, and when he looked down at her, blinking dubiously, she shrugs an amended, defensive: “A little bit of both, perhaps. I don’t know. What about you?”
“I thought it was just Marius,” Courfeyrac answered, genuine and almost pensive.
It figured, Eponine thought, nodding. Cosette was like that; one minute you hated her, and everything she was – everything you thought you’d be, one day – and the next she was smiling at you and your heart was beating just a little too fast. Or maybe that was just Eponine. She didn’t like thinking about feelings too much; she got wistful if she lingered on it too long; No Marius for her; certainly no Cosette. Still, it was beautiful, the way they looked at each other like they were each other’s entire world. Eponine couldn’t even be properly jealous.
Glancing back at Courfeyrac again, it wasn’t hard to see he wasn’t jealous at all either.
“It’s improper, to stand so near a lady, and not making her dance,” she told him, abruptly, a bit too sharply.
He startled, and then, he smiled, amused and charmed.
“Of course,” he told her and hold out his hand after a brief curtsy, every bit the gentleman. “Mademoiselle -”
Eponine still got a thrill every time she was called “Mademoiselle”. It was nice, feeling proper and respected and all that. It felt right, even, more and more.
“Monsieur,” she said, and took his hand.
i’m sure that’s the first time he’s heard that one, courf