Relegated, as he was, to one corner, and sheltered behind the billiard-table, the soldiers whose eyes were fixed on Enjolras, had not even noticed Grantaire, and the sergeant was preparing to repeat his order: "Take aim!" when all at once, they heard a strong voice shout beside them: "Long live the Republic! I'm one of them." Grantaire had risen. The immense gleam of the whole combat which he had missed, and in which he had had no part, appeared in the brilliant glance of the transfigured drunken man. He repeated: "Long live the Republic!" crossed the room with a firm stride and placed himself in front of the guns beside Enjolras. "Finish both of us at one blow," said he. And turning gently to Enjolras, he said to him: "Do you permit it?" Enjolras pressed his hand with a smile. This smile was not ended when the report resounded. Enjolras, pierced by eight bullets, remained leaning against the wall, as though the balls had nailed him there. Only, his head was bowed. Grantaire fell at his feet, as though struck by a thunderbolt.
in case any of you are still here a literal decade (!!) after I last posted: I'm back and you can follow me @his-apollo if you'd like! I'll just be yapping about les (a)mis, probably my other fandoms, literature and anything else I'm interested in on there. love to you all, i hope the last 10 years have treated you kindly
Strange to say, she had grown poorer and prettier, two steps which it had not seemed within her power to take. She had accomplished a double progress, towards the light and towards distress. She was barefooted and in rags, as on the day when she had so resolutely entered his chamber, only her rags were two months older now, the holes were larger, the tatters more sordid. It was the same harsh voice, the same brow dimmed and wrinkled with tan, the same free, wild, and vacillating glance. She had besides, more than formerly, in her face that indescribably terrified and lamentable something which sojourn in a prison adds to wretchedness.
She had bits of straw and hay in her hair, not like Ophelia through having gone mad from the contagion of Hamlet’s madness, but because she had slept in the loft of some stable.
And in spite of it all, she was beautiful. What a star art thou, O youth!
Grantaire had risen. The immense gleam of the whole combat which he had missed, and in which he had had no part, appeared in the brilliant glance of the transfigured drunken man.
ace Marius and ace Cosette playing boardgames on their wedding night and they’re both exhausted the next morning and gillenormand makes some comment like “you two must have been up all night” and Cosette goes “we started monopoly and played for five hours. it almost ended in divorce.”
i’ve done no wrong, sweet jesus hear my prayer. look down, look down, sweet jesus doesn’t care. i know she’ll wait. i know that she’ll be true. look down, look down, they’ve all forgotten you. when i get free, you won’t see me here for dust. look down, look down, you’ll always be a slave. look down, look down, you’re standing in your grave.
favourite les miserables captures (gifs)