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Meme ☻ — Hugs
Javert isn’t a hugger. He can’t be. Certainly not. Years as an Inspector had hardened his heart to stone, and to wrap one’s arms around another and close one’s eyes was merely a display of the utmost weakness. What’s more, why on Earth would anyone ever want to see such a public display of affection? Surely, it was vulgar, somehow, to be caught doing that?
Yet, when he saw Jean, standing before him with his bright eyes, soft smile and stature of such elegance that seemed the very definition of beauty and modesty, his heart seemed to skip a beat every time. When Javert hugged, it was confident and sure, as he was with everything he did. Strong arms wrapped around Jean — who seemed surprised every time.
In this state, the Inspector was content to stay forever. He breathed in the other’s scent, nuzzling into the soft fabric of Jean’s chest. Each hug lingered, and seemed to say ‘You’re mine. Forever; and that’s a promise.’ Wrapped in a close embrace, all Javert’s negative thoughts about the action seemed to dissipate altogether, leaving only himself and Jean.
No, Javert wasn’t a hugger. He couldn’t be, right?
