@misstheroses - continued from here
It was a basic mistake and Enjolras knew that. He had picked up the letter from his mother that morning, glanced over it and instead of throwing it in the fire he put it in his notes for the meeting. The day had sped by so fast he completely forgot about it. At least until he saw Jehan holding it and even worse reading it. That wouldn’t have been too much of a disaster if it didn’t have his birth name on.
His very clearly female birth name.
Enjolras’ face was pale as he took a small step forwards, unusually quiet. It was like he had to force the words to come out. “Jehan please put that letter down.” He whispered.
Jehan had often found out that his curiosity was able to put him into dangerous situations. It rarely ever stopped him from wanting to know more. With his hands gently holding the letter -- hoping it were notes for their next rally -- Jehan immediately noticed the words were not associated with any type of protest. He put the letter back down before reading anything else, however, he had already spotted the name even without wanting to.
He looked up at Enjolras, shaking his head quickly. “I-- I didn’t read it, I promise,” he said softly. “I thought it might be about our next rally,” he said softly. “Nothing more. I promise.”
The young poet was frightened to say the least. What if his friend was angry at him? What if he would not be welcome to their meetings anymore?
