Gavroche Thénardier

Little people know, when little people fight, we may look easy pickings, but we’ve got some bite. So never kick a dog because it’s just a pup! We’ll fight like twenty armies, and we won’t give up! So you better run for cover, when the pup grows…”

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lethalsouls:

Nodding at the question, Lucifer looked at the human. Now that he couldn’t smite them anymore, he was starting to understand most of the things they were doing. They were powerless, maybe it was why God loved them so much. “Bien sûr. Les arts humains sont la seule chose que vous ayez faite correctement.” His accent wasn’t perfect, but still he was trying. “Attachment is the worst kind of torture. You should stay away from your own memories.”

        Gavroche couldn’t help when his head tilted to the side, much like a dog when they’re confused. The way he spoke was strange, the thing that mostly confused him was the use of the word ‘human’; after all, were they all not human? “ Pardonne-moi, monsieur? Je ne comprends pas ce que vous voulez dire. Toutes les formes d'art ne sont-elles pas humaines?” Gavroche asked, unsure as to whether he truly wished to know the answer. Though, staying away from his memories was easier said than done, he was haunted by his memories. “I can’t do that  monsieur, my friends are the only thing I have.”

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Gavroche

“Little people know, when little people fight, we may look easy pickings, but we’ve got some bite. So never kick a dog because it’s just a pup! We’ll fight like twenty armies, and we won’t give up! So you better run for cover, when the pup grows…” - Les Miserables 6/?

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dcydreamiing:

“well it’s très bon.” mary nodded her head “do not let me stop you. please, continue.”

       “Merci beaucoup Mademoiselle.” Gavroche smiled at her, bundling up into his blankets. “I’m sorry, Mademoiselle; but I have no other musing to sing, my song has ended.”

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smclsunflxwers:

watching as the male grow in seconds, her hues widened as he did so and quickly searched through the food, “hold on! i can fix this!” digging through the table, she found a small vile that looked similar to the movie and handed it to him, “just drink a little sip and you’ll go back to size. but only a small sip!”

       Gavroche took the bottle in a hand far larger than his original size. He worried if he grasped it to hard it would smash in his newly over-sized hands. With shaking breaths, he took a small sip of the bottle, he wasn’t sure if it was working at first, but then suddenly, he began to shrink once more, returning to his usual size. “Oh mon Dieu! Thank you so much, Madame!”

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abrvsive:

    ( ⇢ he listened to the boy attentively, eyes sparkling at the mention of a revolution. he knew that too well. ‘ i died too. ’ he casually spoke, gaze diverting down to the table for a few seconds before finding gavroche again with a smile. ‘ you went down honorably. i, too, was part of a revolution. our mission was to free the united states of america. good times. ’

       Gavroche’s attention was pulled to the other when he mentioned that he too had come face to face with death. Unknown that most, if not all of the men at the barricades also faced an untimely end, he couldn’t help but smile. The idea that someone else knew what he was going through, was... Comforting. “It’s nice to know that someone else understands... I’d never be able to talk to my friends about it...” Gavroche admitted, though he doubted he’d ever openly talk about the way he felt. “You were part of a revolution too, Monsieur Hamilton? Most attractive member of the French revolution, Les Amis de l'ABC: rebels upon the barricade, at your service.” Gavroche smiled.

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risingsvns:

“ and why not ? ” usagiquestioned , suddenly impassioned by the idea . “ you can do it ! there are coffee shops here ,parks .. you can totally take up the starving artist scene ! ” she said , pointing at the other as if she was trying to convince them . “ OH ! i bet there’s an open mic somewhere , or karaoke night at the bar . ” usagi said , clapping her hands together at the idea . “ oh - i’musagi by the way !”

        Gavroche was quite shocked with how passionate the stranger was with the idea of him becoming a singer. Though, he wasn’t able to think about himself right now; he needed to get back to the men at the barricade. “I wish I could, mon amie. I just have more important things going on at the moment.” Gavroche didn’t know what an open mic was, nor even what karaoke is; but he nodded his head along. “I’m Gavroche, it’s a pleasure to meet you,  Mademoiselle Usagi.”

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Activity will come today, it’s currently 3am and I need to work tomorrow so replies will come after work (: x

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oforgcna:

the darkness would have cloaked the boy from her vision, had leia not been caught by the faint sound of singing calling her from along the street. it reminded her of the melodies of alderaan; though not a song she had heard, it had a similar lyricism to it which drew leia to the figure as she walked. music held a peace to it, a peace she felt that somehow her galaxy had lost whilst this one had slowly reclaimed.  ❝ that’s QUITE a voice you’ve got there. ❞ the smile offered to him was careful, balancing a sincerity with the rest of its intentions; however something caught her, a feeling, as though her compliment was not quite enough. she gestured to the space beside him.  ❝ can i join ?? ❞

        When he’d finished singing, Gavroche had begun to bundle himself up with various scraps of cloth and clothing he’d gathered. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep, but honestly; he’d called worse places home. His missed his friends more than he could imagine, he wasn’t sure how they would even react if they did see him now. He was almost startled when he heard the voice, but regardless of how he was feeling, a familiar smile found it’s place upon his lips. “Thank you, Mademoiselle.” Something about this woman screamed regal, or royalty, but it wasn’t a BAD thing. He liked her, even though he didn’t know her. He could already hear  Grantaire’s voice yelling at him for being so trusting to strangers. He nodded his head as an answer, shuffling up just slightly for her to sit down, but he removed the cloth from his legs, laying it across the floor so she didn’t have to sit on the cold pavement. “I’d be delighted if you would join me, Miss.”

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abrvsive:

    ( ⇢ french, among other languages, he wanted to say. however, he decided to keep the information to himself in order to not sound too snob at first glance. ‘ le plaisir est mutuel. what are you doing here, if i may ask? on this island, i mean. ’ it wouldn’t be surprising if the young man had no idea as well, it seemed to be common on that place.

        His accent wasn’t French, Gavroche didn’t know where his accent was from, but he wasn’t a native french speaker, so it must have been he was someone of an educational background. None of his relatives were allowed to attend a school, Gavroche certainly wouldn’t have been allowed, he wasn’t exactly well liked by his parents, not at all. “That’s an odd question, Monsieur.” Gavroche answered plainly, though it was a good question. “In honesty, sir. I don’t know how I got here. I must sound absolutely ridicule, but I was....” Gavroche closed his eyes tightly, trying to muster the strength to admit his deepest fear. “I believe I was killed,  Monsieur. During the revolution I was shot getting ammunition for the men of the barricade.” 

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les mis movie meme: five deaths [5/5] gavroche

They saw Gavroche totter, then fall. The whole barricade gave a cry; but there was an Antaeus in this pygmy; for the gamin to touch the pavement is like the giant touching the earth; Gavroche had fallen only to rise again; he sat up, a long stream of blood was streaking his face, he raised both arms in the air, looked in the direction the shot had come from and began to sing,

Je suis tombé par terre,

C'est la faute à Voltaire,

Le nez dans le ruisseau,

C'est la faute à—

He did not finish. A second bullet from the same marksman cut him short. This time he fell face down on the pavement and did not stir again. That great little soul had taken flight.

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hxuntcdsouls:

  “Sounds like someone is from france.” she said and smiled lightly as she then looked up to him and licked her lips while listening to him and then nodded lightly, she knew that not everyone around here where from the same time so she took it as good as possible and was careful. “I am sure there are still horses around but we mostly use cars these days.”

        Gavroche nodded his head. “Oui. I am from France, where are you from Mademoiselle?” Gavroche got a little closer just to see if he could get a better view of the car. He’d never seen such different parts like this before, it was very confusing; but they intrigued him. “It’s very interesting, Madame. Though, I still don’t understand you say you were... ONE of these?”

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ofplacebo:

eddie was walking home when he heard a voice. he wrapped his jacket tighter around his body, following the singing. he knew he should’ve just left it, who knew what he would find? but the voice was beautiful, and he wanted to find it’s owner. rounding the corner, he sees the other boy looking up at the stars. “your voice. you’re pretty good.” he says, “what are you doing out here?”

        Gavroche set his gaze upon the boy who spoke, he was half tempted to answer him sarcastically but the other was being kind to him right now, giving him compliments for his voice. “Uhm... Merci beaucoup.” He looked around the blankets he had gathered as if it were obvious. “Uh, well I was actually about to go to sleep, but now I’m talking to you, mon amie.”

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lethalsouls:

Walking around as he felt like he had nothing to do, the archangel got attracted by a voice, singing a poem which was odd to him. Listening without saying anything, Lucifer crossed his arms, as he kept silent. It sounded pretty, and even more when the other started to sing in french. “Donc j'attendrais jusqu'à ce que je trouve une sorte d'amour. Et jusqu'alors c'est juste moi, et les étoiles au-dessus.” He finished in the same language the other used, though just talking before smiling softly. “It’s poetry, it’s not meant to be sang. But I agree that french is making it softer to the ear.”

        Gavroche smiled when the voice spoke, though it wasn’t sung the words still carried their powerful meanings; though Gavroche was still a singer at heart, as well as a revolutionary, he couldn’t remember who taught him the poem, it was most probably Grantaire. “Vous connaissez le poème? Mon ami me l'a appris, Il me manque beaucoup.” Gavroche spoke, a soft sigh falling from his lips, though he nodded his head. “Oui, I know it’s traditionally spoken, but my friends and I often sing, and it reminds me of them.”

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forlcrns:

the intriguing melody that capture mateo’s ears could not be dismissed. granted, he was supposed to be looking for some clues that would expose his current location, but each corner turned seemed to be another failure; and with the sound being compelling, his curiosity could not be helped. nonetheless, the sight before him was not expected. his mother never shielded him from poverty nor it’s effects yet he was always still shocked to see it. “have you always sung?” he asked, not wanting to stand aimlessly looking at the entertainer for too long.

        Gavroche was in the process of bundling himself up with a few blankets he’s stole from one of the local stores around. This world was so strange, everything was far too advanced for him, technology had far advanced what he was used to, the most technological thing they had was a sewing machine. His attention was drawn to the man whom spoke. “Oui. My friends used to do it all the time when they drank together, we sang about revolution and hardships mostly.” 

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spedfaster:

THE  SOFT  VOICE  that  echoed  through  pietro’s  ears  sent  a  wave  of  serenity,  something  he  hadn’t  felt  in  a  while.  all  he  could  remember  were  the  sounds  of  GUN  SHOTS  scattered  through  the  air,  the  chaos  ultron  brought  onto  sokovia.  he  leaves  the  wall  he’d  been  leading  on  before  walking  up  to  the  other,  kneeling  to  their  level.  “  it’s  beautiful,  that  song,  ”  there’s  a  WARM  SMILE  painted  across  his  lips,  handing  a  bag  full  of  fruits  he’d  just  picked  up  from  the  market.  “  i  will  be  more  than  happy  to  bring  more  if  you  give  me  the  name.  ”

        Gavroche wasn’t a stranger to people listening to him sing, he often used to sing to the younger boys whom he let stay in his elephant statue with him to send them off to sleep. Singing helped him relax, since he’d awoken memories of his death constantly plagued his mind, being shot on the battlefield when collecting ammunition for the revolution was beginning to take it’s toll. “Merci beaucoup, mister.” Gavroche’s eyes widened as he saw the fruit; he was starving.  Though he worried his answer would take the offer of food away. “Beggin’ your pardon, but I made the song up then, monsieur. It doesn’t really have a name...”

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smclsunflxwers:

the girl chuckled a bit as she watched the male practically dig in. the food did look tempting, but she was hesitant. she remembered in the alice in wonderland stories, certain foods can do something to you, “you might want to be careful, this island is cursed after all..”

        Gavroche turned around, opening his mouth the allow the cakes to fall out of his mouth and onto the floor. Panic struck in his voice when he spoke: “Cursed? Je ne comprends pas, how can a cake be cursed?” Though he’d spat most of the cake out, he had swallowed a little bit, and he could feel his body tingle, it began to grow a little larger in size, he was beginning to be a few feet taller than he actually was... “Qu'est-ce qui se passe? How do I stop this!?”