Sister of the leader

Dans les moments de désespoir. || Combeferre and Sophie.

Combeferre could see that she was concerned, it was plain to see. “What’s got you so worried, hmm?" The student asked, glancing back down to Enjolras understanding that it was likely due to his stillness and pallor that she was worried.

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Sophie let out a soft sigh. "Him," she breathed, looking at her pale brother, reaching out to stroke his forehead gently. "I know he's in good hands, but I can't help it... He's my everything." The girl looked up to Combeferre and smiled sadly. "But I'm hopeful. Thanks to you."

I AM BACK!

((I am so sorry for my long absence, the beginning of the summer was crazy and only now I have the time to check this account again. Oh, how I've missed you!

I'll get to the replies I owe soon (I believe I've collected them all; I shall tag you), meanwhile - would anyone like to RP with me any more?))

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Hiatus

Hey guys, I'm really sorry I've been so inactive recently, but unfortunately I will have to declare a hiatus until July 10th. I'm moving back home (to another country) and going to a convention and stuff...

I'll be back, I promise!

#ooc

-sophieenjolras || ((torture time))

“But we don’t even know who he is!” She cried in reply, utterly exasperated at the situation. To be beaten was one thing, but to live in fear was worse - physical pain could be numbed whereas worrying could not be put off. “He could be friends with anyone, everyone we know and we’d have no idea. I’ll try not to think of it, Sophie, but it’s hard. It’s putting you and who knows else in danger now.”

#anastasiemartais #modern au

Sophie didn't know what to say, so she pulled Ana closer, stroking her back absent mindedly. "It will be okay. They'll find a new source of entertainment soon," she promised.

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Marius grinned and nodded. “That sounds good. Be careful when you do.”

"Are you warning me from something specific?" Sophie asked, tilting her head to a side curiously.

#bonapartistfanboy

Dans les moments de désespoir. || Combeferre and Sophie.

“I’m alright..” Combeferre assured offering a warm smile, “How are you feeling?” He asked, setting the bowl down and placing a hand lightly on her shoulder. “Are you okay?” He could see that she was worried.

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She looked at him briefly and smiled, before looking back at her brother. "I'm fine," she said quietly. He didn't look better in her eyes and it worried her more than she'd admit.

#mcombeferre

There are clouds after the storm || soonatthedawn and sophieenjolras

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Alethea laid her eyes down on the little boy hidden behind the girl. He was really small and could hardly stand himself. She held her ragged breathe, looking back at the girl, noticing then a small button with the colors of France stuck in her dress. She had seen tricks like that before. Taking a child to pretend innocence. The boys had assured her no one would reach the shelter, but what if not everyone in the riot knew about that detail? For a minute that seemed eternal she stood motionless, listening to her heartbeats echoing strongly inside her head while her fingers pressed the door jamb strongly. Alethea slightly pulled away from the door, peeking over her shoulder the faces that heard attentively every single word brought by the cold wind that blew against the poor building.

Alethea quickly bent down, grabbing a small knife hidden under the skirt of her dress, barely listening to the protests coming from inside the house. She then opened the door, letting the knife exposed enough for only the woman to see it. “This place is open to anyone in need. We have some food that we can share, and a place for both of you rest. So you are welcome here and we shall help you anyway we can.” - she started, opening the door and stepping aside, letting them pass. “But don’t try anything stupid. We’re fighting on the same side.” - she added in a low voice, her eyes gleaming as warn, the knife weighed in her hand. Alethea hated that whole threatening thing, but she need to stand strongly for the sake of all the defenseless people in the shelter.

Sophie noticed the warning and the knife and nodded. She knew precautions like these were necessary in these times. Giving the woman a brief soft smile, Sophie turned around to pick up the boy who was barely able to stand any more. His weak arms wrapped around her neck and she whispered a few calming words before entering the shelter.

She saw the looks of the people around; they didn't trust her, of course. She wouldn't either, was she in their place. Nevertheless, they let her enter, which was good. "I don't ask for anything for myself," Sophie said in whisper, laying the boy down on an empty bed. "It's him who needs help." Her hand stroked his forehead worriedly.

#soonatthedawn

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“Well….” Marius paused. “You could introduce yourself if you want to but if you trust your brother enough then I won’t force you.”

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Sophie hesitated for a second but then nodded. "I trust my brother wholeheartedly," she said. "If he wishes to introduce me, he will. If not, I shall do it myself when the meeting is over," she smiled.

#bonapartistfanboy

There are clouds after the storm || soonatthedawn and sophieenjolras

Alethea opened her eyes abruptly as a bang echoed across the room. The day had nearly dawned when she finally fallen into sleep, listening the last voices echoing the sound of people singing in the streets. The riot lasted long enough to scare the younger to the older in the shelter, all of them gathered asleep in the mean room now, listening to Alethea humming a song. Again the beats roared against the wood, shaking the walls. Monsieur Bonnet came from the hallway, his hands trembling as his fingers ran through his thinning hair, whitened by time. Alethea stood up from the chair, handing the child that had fallen asleep on her lap to Madame Bonnet.

The few eyes awake at that point were now stuck in the front door, waiting for the girl to reach it. Alethea hesitated for a moment, praying her fears were in vain. The door was unlocked with a soft click, the cold breeze that comes with every morning made the weak flames tremble in the poor fireplace and shook the flakes of ashes on its deeps made of stone. Slightly squeezing her eyes against the cloudy morning light, Alethea saw a woman, a few years younger than herself, standing on the front steps. “May I help you, Mademoiselle?” - she spoke, not opening the door entirely.

Sophie knew the place just from talks. She was fortunate enough to never be forced to hide there herself, and her help was usually needed at the riots and rallies, and after them, on the streets. Now it was time for her to seek this shelter for the first time.

She banged on the door and there was no response for the longest period of time. She sighed, losing the hope and counting her chances to get to the hospital in time. They were low. Then the door opened and a young woman peaked out.

"Mademoiselle, please... We need help." Sophie stepped aside, revealing a small boy, not older than seven years of age, leaning against the wall. He was clearly injured and tired and hungry.

#soonatthedawn

Dans les moments de désespoir. || Combeferre and Sophie.

Combeferre sat at Enjolras’ bedside with a bowl of water on his knee, and a cloth in his other hand; With a sigh, he dampened the cloth again and continued to brush it over his friend’s fevered skin. “He seems to be breathing easier, Though nothing more has changed.” The student murmured, glancing around to Sophie. “Did you sleep well?”

Sophie nodded absent-mindedly, sitting next to Combeferre with worried expression on her face. "At least that's a progress," she whispered. "How are you feeling, mon ami?"

#mcombeferre

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#lifeisabouttostart #ooc

-sophieenjolras || ((torture time))

Anastasie just shook her head, throwing herself back down on the couch and whining in protest at the pain shooting up her spine. “I don’t want to be watched or hidden, I just want to get on with school without being threatened, my friends being threatened.” She sighed and put her head in her hands. “This is my fault, Sophie, I should never have let him walk me home that night.”