#allreadytotakefire

[hewillawaken-blog]

Dear allreadytotakefire : 

I'm afraid this is what your father sees in me. He spotted me the other day when I followed you home-- And then you moved. Completely unrelated events, I'm sure.

  I do hope he does not try to further part us. Please inform him, until I can do so personally, that I wish only the best for you. 

                                              Love, Baron M. Pontmercy

[charmingxbutterrible-blog-blog]

cries because I've rped it like three times before and it's the least fun thing to do ever 

[theobscuredbaron-blog]

I never got to say goodbye.

To my daughter-in-law, whom I have never met:

          I do not know how you have come to marry my son- Whether the good Monsieur Gillenormand had some influence over the union of your two souls, whether you two are marrying for love. I cannot promise that I know my son is a good ma to marry; my late wife had told me that her father had married twice and cared later for his wives. And yet, I will say that I believe he’s a good man- Our contact is scarce, but I have seen him. Neither he nor M. Gillenormand knew of such. He is generous, and he is passionate; my knowledge is… Limited, so I cannot say whether singular traits of M. Gillenormand have transferred to my son. I will, nonetheless, testify on behalf of Marius.

          Should you be married at the influence of Monsieur Gillenormand, I hoped you may hear that so that you might have some good omen towards the future. He’s an intelligent boy, a good man. I believe that he’ll go at whatever lengths necessary and good to care for you.

          Should you have married for love- Know that I give you my blessing; his mother and I married for the same cause, and she meant the world and more to me. Marriage is a blessed thing.

          I regret never having met you; I regret having barely met my son. May you both be blessed in life. I hope you’ll be good for him..

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                                    Colonel Baron Pontmercy

[lecroyantcynique]

allreadytotakefire replied to your post:considers following someone sees that all their...

I—!!!! I WRITE A LOT OF LONG THINGS BUT ALSO SHORT THINGS I CAN DO BOTH USUALLY I JUST GET CARRIED AWAY ON LIKE 90% OF MY THREADS. GIFS HELP/

NO NO NO LIKE I CAN DEAL WITH MULTIPARA IF THEY'RE LIKE REALLY SHORT? LIKE TWO OR THREE LINES? IDK I JUST GET OVERWHELMED EASILY AND I HATE DISAPPOINTING PEOPLE ;n; BUT I'VE BEEN TOTALLY FINE WITH ALL OUR THREADS SO FAR BBY 

[i-am-wild-r]

✘

Send ✘ for a text that should have been sent

[text] Marius is a boob

[text] But if you’re happy, I can at least pretend to be happy

[styleandrhythm]

     The girl, Fantine thinks, looks familiar. She smiles to herself, and it is both warm and bitter. She looks familiar the same way every young girl with bright eyes and a sweet smile looks familiar. They all remind her of her Cosette.

          This one even looks to be the right age.

               Of course, she no longer feels that flutter of hope when a girl reminds her of her daughter. It's been too long and happened too often. Still the reminder is nice.

     "You look quite happy," she comments, although she lowers her gaze back to the needlework in her lap. She is working, after all. She can't be too distracted. "I think it suits you."

[lecroyantcynique]

Cosette stares at the streak of green in Grantaire's hair for perhaps a longer amount of time than she should; she's quite transfixed. She does not tear her gaze away, even when she's noticed. She's never seen someone with such colorful hair up close before.

R doesn’t notice the staring right away. She’s actually got a textbook in her lap for once, and she’s mildly interested in it. Upon finally looking up, she gets a smile on her face, albeit a confused one. “What’s up, little bird?” She asks with a chuckle. 

[anabundanceofcourfarchive]

"Do you love him?" Cosette asks, her head tipping to the side as she watches the man Courfeyrac had just kissed walking away. It is curious to her-- she has never been in love and has only known the love which she feels for her Papa.

"Hm? Oh, well, I don't know if I would say I love him." Courfeyrac replied with a little shrug, glancing at the other boy walking away, turning to look at her with a smile. "It's a hard thing to explain, you can kiss someone without loving them, but...I suppose it might turn into love."