Turnchetta HCs:
-Turning woman#3 is a struggling single mother (basically canon but still)
-Musichetta is very engaged in society and asked Jolly and Bossuet to join them in the fight but she wasnt allowed. She feels both angry at them for making her stay home while they died but also relieved that she didnt die. Both feelings riddles her with guilt. She often projects that guilt on Turning when they first get to know each other “why didnt you help? You were in the neighborhood where they died!”
-Turning woman couldnt risk her life because she has children to care for but she had wished more than anything that the revolt would succeed, for something, anything to change.
-Turning is a foil to Fantine. They are both struggling mothers but while Turning loves her children she also feels so trapped by them. Fantine sacrificed everything she had for Cosette and wanted to be with her more than anything but turning mourns the time she had before and struggles to show up for her children and even get up in the morning. She didnt mean to become a mother just yet, she wants her life back.
-once Musichetta gets to know Turning better she understands her point of view. They bond over womens and workers issues and all the wars that arent fought in the streets. She helps around with Turnings children and when they talk about poetry and art in general it is as if something in Turnings eyes lights up again
-one time Turning could leave her kids alone and join Musichetta for a walk in the park. Musichetta talked passionately about everything she had read recently and reminisced about her Jolly and Bossuet, when they saw a swing on a tree. Musichetta lit up and insisted that Turning tried it. Turning was shy but got convinced. On that swing Turning felt lighthearted for the first time in- she couldnt remember. It was late summer, it was still warm, the trees rustled in the wind and the birds were lively, the sky was deeply eternally blue and clouds where puffy and flew by, only covering for the sun for a few moments before everything was light again. She felt it all so vividly. The thrill of flying, the wind playing with her hair, and Musichettas hands pushing her firmly forward. Something about her hands on her back felt just right. Musichetta always managed to push her just enough for her to feel alive again but never too harshly. Her small hands were always someway gentle.
But then, she stopped pushing, and the swing slowed down. Once the swing was almost still, she felt Musichettas arms embrace her from behind and Turning looked back, meeting Musichettas face inches from hers.
It was as if their breath became one. Everything was silent. Musichetta tugged a strand of Turnings hair behind her ear and let her hand linger. Turnings heart raised. Then, before she could second guess, she closed the gap between them and kissed Musichetta. Musichetta kissed back passionately. Turning took hold on her collar as if to pull her closer. She felt, that this moment is eternal, no matter how long it would last.
This could turn into years.