starlight

“I encountered in the street a penniless young man who was in love. His hat was old and his jacket worn, with holes at the elbows; water soaked through his shoes, but starlight flooded through his soul.”

[cosetteish-blog]

You’re not creepy, trust me. So…

[mariuslost-blog]

--I thought I sounded like it. Uh. 

[cosetteish-blog]

[His hand is a magnet, and as soon as it’s around her own Cosette can’t but reach out and wrap her fingers around Marius’ own. They were made to be together, and their hands were just one of the many signs. As soon as he’s retreated once more to the depths of the male dressing room, Cosette folded her hands on her lap and waited patiently.]

Don’t take too long looking at yourself in the mirror. 

[mariuslost-blog]

I'll try my very best. 

[Chuckling, Marius did his best to shimmy out of the jeans in a prompt manner; he swung them over his arm and attempted half-heartedly to fold them, though the poor boy was far too distracted by how much he truly appreciated his perfect, perfect girlfriend -- hmph. He forced his original pants back on (backwards) and noticed not his own mishap; Marius exited the dressing room.] 

There. Record time. 

[hotdadjeanvaljean-blog]

[ Valjean sets the glass on the kitchen counter as Marius speaks, watching him with a rather concerned look before he moves forward to put a hand on his shoulder ]

Take a deep breath—                 and relax.

I don’t hate you. How could I hate you when we’ve barely spoken?

[mariuslost-blog]

[ Naturally, it is by instinct that Marius tenses in response to Valjean's hand on his shoulder. -- Touch. That of a father, of a parent.                                    It is unfamiliar.  

   Cosette's father doesn't understand, he supposes; doesn't know that his own father manages to do the same upon 'barely speaking.' ] 

          --... I am sorry.

[cosetteish-blog]

Well, it never hurts to be sure.

[Marius seemed to have a way of bringing out the best in Cosette, a part she wasn’t always sure that she had. Sure, Cosette was a good girl but around Marius she felt herself in a state of bliss she was unable to find anywhere else. She wasn’t a girl who was defined by her boyfriend or a male figure, but Marius was the perfect person to round her out. At his lips on her cheek, she felt herself nearly glow as she quickly pulled him in to kiss him.]

I think they look nice. 

[mariuslost-blog]

--Thank you! 

[Another smile was pulled from his lips; Marius searched languidly for Cosette's hand with the intention to hold onto her again or, perhaps, to allow her to take ahold of him. He squeezed about her smaller fingers quickly before withdrawing into the dressing room once more.] 

I should probably change, then. 

[cosetteish-blog]

Hey, no. I’m going to look at you because I love you. But, if we’re talking about it, I don’t think it’s bad to, um, ‘sleep’ together if it’s just sleeping. You know?

[mariuslost-blog]

   ... Yeah. Yeah, I think you're right. I just -- didn't want to sound, like. Creepy, or something. 

[cosetteish-blog]

[mariuslost-blog]

--Sorry, I wasn't. Uh. Trying to be, um ... suggestive.     Just. Don't look at me. 

[cosetteish-blog]

Don’t have a panic attack.

[Not that Cosette thought that Marius would. They had never even spoke of anything related to boobs or butts though, she just gave him a nod of encouragement at his modeling. He was awkward and adorable and just so Marius that Cosette consistently had to resist the urge to grab him and just kiss his face.]

I’ll keep that in mind. [She quickly squeezed his hand before releasing him.] So, are you going to buy them?

[mariuslost-blog]

I'm not going to -- have a panic attack, Cosette. 

[He laughed nonetheless, bent forward to rest his palms on her hips. It seemed the smiles that bloomed in her presence were that of which dimmed for absolutely nothing; happiness brightened a content countenance and Marius pressed a kiss to her cheek.] 

--I think so. 

[hotdadjeanvaljean-blog]

[ Valjean watches Marius with a concerned look, not entirely sure what’s going on inside the boy’s head. He’s never seen one quite so panicky before— and his son had some strange friends. ]

                      —Why would I hate you?

[ he’s concerned that he’s given Marius cause to fear that— when he’s barely spoken to the boy. ]

[mariuslost-blog]

[ Now he's just losing traction. He doesn't intend for such a deluge of words to spill from his mouth; though, rarely does Marius truly intend for anything. ] 

        -- Uh. Dads don't like me in general, and I don't -- I don't want you to not like me, too, because I really ... I really like Cosette, and if you don't like me that's okay, but I know she would rather if you -- did, you know,  like me.

[ He's talking faster, now, as though formulating rapid excuses. ]

     If you don't, I mean -- I don't blame you. But I just --             I promise I won't hurt her ever. 

[cosetteish-blog]

That sounds like a…

             [ -oh oh oh oh oh]

Oh. Um. K. 

[mariuslost-blog]

[  A W K W A R D  SILENCE. ] 

[cosetteish-blog]

So tired. All the time. I may have to drink my first energy drink.

[mariuslost-blog]

I'm tired, too. We should just sleep together. 

[ -- Wait a minute. ] 

       ---- That -- wasn't what I ... meant--!

[cosetteish-blog]

[text] I know you’re perfect.

[mariuslost-blog]

[text] I feel like I haven't seen you in forever. 

[text] Actually I think it has been like a week but

[text] yeah. 

[mariuslost-blog]

[ text. cosetteish ]     I think you are perfect

[coldasfireboldasice]

Someone should get me food…

[mariuslost-blog]

No. 

[hotdadjeanvaljean-blog]

[ Valjean stares at Marius with a raised eyebrow as the boy speaks, a bemused look on his face as he waits for him to finally stop. He’s not sure what the term thirsty means to him— at least he wasn’t when he started speaking.

That definitely wasn’t the case by the time he was finished ]

Well. That’s fascinating, but I was simply wondering if you wanted something to drink.

[ he held up a water glass to emphasize it ]

[mariuslost-blog]

  [ His palms grew sweaty  ( knees weak, arms are heavy, something about spaghetti ) and the nervous boy's gaze flit about the room in insatiable unsettlement. He was doing everything all wrong, surely -- !            What if Valjean really did hate him?            It would only make sense, what with his grandfather's track record. 

A pause. ] 

           --... Please don't hate me. 

[soprxno-blog]

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[cosetteish-blog]

What? I’m trying to give you sound jean buying advice, not stare at your butt.

[Doing her best to conceal a grin, Cosette blushed at her own slight lie before observing the pants. They were a little strange, but still better than his usual. Over all, they looked pretty good. Not that she was a fashion expert or anything even close to that.]

Your amazing girlfriend? Should I be jealous? She sounds pretty great.

[mariuslost-blog]

--Did someone say something about staring at my butt? 

[Red cheeks stretched in light of a grin, hands resting on his hips as though to convey a model's pose -- however lanky and disproportionate his frame, Marius couldn't help but shine a bit brighter on account of her thoughts, countenance glowing.] 

You have absolutely no reason to ever be jealous of -- anything, ever. [ A wink, and again Marius leaned forward, lips pressing atop her forehead. ] Silly goose. 

[hotdadjeanvaljean-blog]

[ Valjean sighs softly before following him in, shutting the door softly before he leads Marius into the kitchen ]

Are you hungry? Thirsty?

[mariuslost-blog]

[ -- it's a trick question.      Marius knows quite well what the term 'thirsty' means in a modern sense; Courfeyrac has told him, and it is of late that he silently thanks his companion for such important knowledge.       Fauchelevent must be testing him in search of his morals...! ] 

    Thirsty? Why, I do not even -- know -- what that term means. I have never once heard that it hints to an affinity for sex, or desire. Not once. I would not know of its meaning, Monsieur.