#justanotherbarricadeboy

[marblefacegoldenheart]

Happy Birthday Cinderella

As the meeting drew to a close and the friends of the ABC started to dwindle as they streamed home, Enjolras took Thomas aside.  “Citizen, do you have a moment?” He pressed a package into his hand. “It is not much I am afraid, I was never very good at this sort of thing, but I thought you might appreciate it. You did the same for me when it was my ... birthday, I still haven’t the faintest how you knew.”

[marblefacegoldenheart]

To Arms

Enjolras stood beside the door to see everyone off as they trailed out of the meeting, exchanging words with most and patting shoulders and backs as they passed, treating each man like the family he felt they were. That is, until the young Thomas Fourre walked by him and he stopped him. “Citizen, do you have a moment?” He didn’t wait for an answer, but shot a glance around to make sure that Combeferre wasn’t watching them and then took him aside. “You are experienced with firearms, no?”

[itshineslikesilver-blog]

"Have you seen my cat anywhere?"

“Monsieur, there’re so many cats wandering around, I would not know. How does yours look like?”

[marblefacegoldenheart]

Just another barricade boy

Enjolras paced back and forth along the table where he, Combeferre and Courfeyrac had been huddled for the past three hours. Today’s meeting had been more urgent than usual - their promised shipment of black powder from Lyon had been intercepted and their supplier had been shot before a firing squad in the square, a devastating blow both for their supplies and the morale of France.  The more word of such incidents spread, the harder it would be to get anyone to join in their cause. Enjolras was frantic, he would have kept the meeting going all night if he could have, but they were starting to chew over the same thing over and over and were getting nowhere. Combeferre was the one who convinced him to stop for the night. He left with Courfeyrac and the two of them were putting on their coats and hats while Enjolras stood leaning against the table and staring at the letter as if he could change its contents.  At first he didn’t hear the unfamiliar voice talking to him, when it finally registered to him that he was being talked to he blinked over in surprise at the boy he didn’t recognize, his own eyes large and confused and looking far more innocent than the thoughts that had filled his furious mind the entire evening.  “Apologies, were you speaking to me citizen?”