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This blog is officially on hiatus. There are just too many important life events happening for me right now, and I know if I blow it by wasting time roleplaying I’m gonna regret it for years. I will be back here, but as for now, it’s just not wise. If you want to reach me, you can drop my Sirius account an ask and I’ll see it. Love you guys. xx
“ Ah, now THIS is a typical opening to a joke: an ENGLISHMAN and a FRENCHMAN sitting side by side at a pub. ”
« -- I do not speak to Englishmen unless forced by circumstance. Do you have something actually important to say, or will you permit me to return to my drink in peace? »
( most honored lord )
‟ No, no——.”
Fingers spread to command a halt, beckoning for the man to stay put.
‟ A few whispers of the criminals’ whereabouts are better than complete silence, I suppose. ——Where did you say they were meeting, again? ”
A slight bow conveys the inspector's gratitude. For the sake of justice, order, and all that is right, he would be better. He must be better. « Their leader keeps them moving, sir-- but I've heard rumors that they plan to hand out pamphlets tomorrow in the town square. » He pauses, dark eyes searching his superior in semi-concealed earnest-- a hungry dog waiting to be given permission to eat. « You need only to say the command, and they will all be in chains. »
‟ Is that all you have to offer——? ”
« If my services are not to your satisfaction, my Lord, I will take my information elsewhere, and without delay. »
”нυllo, мy covey! wнaт’ѕ тнe row?”
promo courtesy of jolene.
The question made the young gamin nod immediately. He didn’t had a mother or a father. But it didn’t meant he was completely alone.
Pointing at the brothel, he gave a naive smile. “Yes, monsieur, I have my aunts.” That was how he was taught to call them. After all, his mother was a sister for all of them. It made logic, even though the blood bond was not there, it could rather be called a sorority. And Jacques was a key point on their bond.
The inspector's expression hardened immediately. He seized the boy by the shoulders, powerful arms giving the child a strong shake, gloved fingers digging into the flesh of his arms. « It'd be better for you to spend the rest of your days in the workhouses than one moment more in that house of sin. -- -- At least then your soul might still have a chance at redemption. »
” Yes, sir. "
{ Toby nodded politely towards the man and disappeared into the back room not a moment later. As soon as he was out of sight, he let out a quiet sigh, leaning on the counter in exasperation. If he had never wanted to spit in a customer’s food before, he CERTAINLY did now. }
As soon as the boy was gone, Javert rose from his seat and rummaged about the room with a fierce determination. The child was hiding something, and it was his duty as an officer to seek out this violation of the law and bring the perpetrator to justice. After a frustrating series of moments, he realized that his search, which only rendered baking supplies and silverware, may have been misguided. He delicately began to put back each shuffled item, the boy's footsteps growing more audible by the second. Perhaps the secret was not in the shop itself, but in its owner.
proxvaire
~{❈}~”Please." Was the only word to pass his lips, hands raised defensively. Staring down the barrel of the gun, Jehan’s brief shudder was his only display of fear. He almost asked what Javert wanted, but refrained. He figured Javert would only share what he felt necessary.
" Listen closely, boy-- and answer honestly. Who leads your little rebellion? His name and address, quick as you can. "
To Jean Valjean most everything was equally terrible. The lash hurt his back, the food hurt his stomach. Different pains, all for the same crime, each just as bad as the next. Still, if he were to consider— and he did have time to, years of it— perhaps this would be the worst. Cold indifference, which he objected to because he was still a human being; and amusement at his expense, because he was not quite an animal, not yet. Not like it suited certain people to believe. Prisoner glared up at guard. The disparity between heights was not yet so striking in terms of their frames, but rendered into the looming of authority by dint of the natural hunching of shoulders, the way the work seemed to drag the convicts closer to the earth. Ignoble Atlases bearing worlds on their backs. Of course the man picked up on it. Jean Valjean had known he would. He was not an idiot. He understood that now. He had learned to read and write, he wasn’t just some dumb peasant. He’d do something with it when he got out, too. He’d… But it was moments like this that made him doubt it, made him start to lose hope. Perhaps he’d already died and this was Hell, the guards were devils. Fanciful thoughts, but what else was he supposed to think when the days dragged on in unending torture, one after the other? He said nothing at the blow, already reverting to his usual sullen silence. Just because he endured it, that did not mean he would forget it. Not until the end of my days, he vowed. I’ll remember it, and your damned face, every ugly line of it. And a name, that came to him too. Two syllables rattling around his brain like nettles, sharp and spiteful. “No, sir,” he muttered and shuffled on. He relished the vital feeling that rebellion brought, but knew not to take it too far.
Javert retreated to his post and watched the prisoner with keen eye and keener mind. Not one movement, word, nor glance escaped his notice. It was Javert's understanding that wickedness could be found in any pocket of God's earth-- save for churches and police headquarters-- but he was certain that the very heart of such wickedness must be here in Toulon. For years now he had observed the prisoners and watched their interactions. Very rarely would he involve himself, even as they gouged out each other's eyes and suffocated each other while they slept. Let them destroy each other. They were rats, a pest breed of unholy creatures and Javert took no issue with rodents eating one another alive. Honest men were better off for it. But one man among them was no rat-- rather, he was a fox. There was a clever glint in his eye that sent slivers of ice into Javert's spine. Cleverness of any kind was dangerous in the hands of lawbreakers. The skulls of rats could be crushed beneath one's heel but foxes had teeth, and the guard had seen them bared. If this prisoner was to be a fox, then Javert would be a wolf, and claim a harsher bite.
Hozier Lyrics Starter Sentences
"We were born sick, you heard them say it"
"The only heaven I'll be sent to, is when I'm alone with you"
"I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife"
"No other version of me I would rather be tonight"
"It would be great to find a place we could escape sometime"
"Would things be easier if there was a right way?"
"There's an art to life's distractions"
"All I've ever done is hide"
"But you don't know what hell you put me through"
"I know that you hate this place"
"Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me, I should know"
"I slithered here from Eden just to hide outside your door"
"I'll be home with you"
"I have never known color like this morning reveals to me"
"Won't you come and save me from it?"
"You're supposed to drag me away from it"
"I didn't care much how long I lived"
"She never asked me once about the wrong I did"
"I will not ask, and neither should you"
"Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips"
"I know who I am when I'm alone"
"It's a kindness you can't afford"
"I've no language left to say it"
"All that I've been taught, and every word I've got, is foreign to me"
"It looks ugly, but it's clean"
"Open hand or closed fist would be fine"
"The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine"
"I heard a scream in the woods somewhere"
"What caused the wound?"
"All you have is your fire and the place you need to reach"
"Don't you ever tame your demons- always keep 'em on a leash"
"You've done me wrong for a long, long time"
"But after all you've done, I never changed my mind"
"My love will never die"
We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.
George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (via grecianurn)
[ Excuse me while I go on a Kingsman RP blog following spree even though I have literally no idea how they'd interact with Javert. I can't help it-- I just saw the movie today and it was fucking phenomenal. ]
‘ ‘ &&. still you tail me, inspecteur? ’ ’
« Does a wolf give up on a hare? »
I know I have not been around lately, and I owe a shit-ton of stuff. I have to work on essays for the rest of the day, but I'll be very active for the rest of the week to make up for it. Your patience, as always, is appreciated. x
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“ … ”
{ What sort of a question was THAT? The boy’s jaw clenched, and he looked upon the man with a hidden sense of disgust. Not outward disgust, of course, who would dare behave as such towards an officer? He was too afraid to, at least. Despite his discomfort, and seeing as an answer was mandatory, he cleared his throat. }
“ Uh- my mum, I guess both ? A-an’ my dad- uh- didn’ wan’ me. ”
A curt nod was the only indication that Javert had even heard the boy. He surveyed the shop for a long moment before finally sitting down at a table. He noted that the wood creaked beneath him. « Well, » he spoke softly, gaze returning to the child. His eyes were obsidian holes, free from emotion. « I suppose I'll have a pie, then. »
The Law and the Harlot
"What games would that be monsieur?" She knew it probably wasn’t smart to taunt the officer or otherwise make him angry but she couldn’t help it. A lot of the girls in her position were viewed as lower than dirt and were wanted by the law anyway. In her mind that simple fact was what made her say what she had and what she was going to. "What crime have I committed? And further do you actually have evidence?"
" Do not insult me, whore. I know what you are. " He gave pause, hard stare boring into her. She-- and all of her kind-- were the embodiment of society's downfall. Her arrogance in asking for evidence both humoured and disgusted him. Did she not realize that she provided evidence against herself simply by existing? By standing there, in that dress, with that rouge upon her cheeks and that deadness in her eyes? The greatest lawyer in Paris could not make a better case against her than the one she made against herself. " I do not repeat myself often. This will be the last time. Come with me. "
