Freedom is mine

[valjean-at-last]

I'm not stealing it

[inspecteur-javert]

  He blinked in surprise, but he couldn’t back away from the other man’s touch. That strong touch he had known from the rare few times 24601 had touched him in Toulon, that gentle touch of reassurance he had know from monsieur le Maire, the same touch that now was upon his lips for a brief moment. He glanced at Valjean and opened his mouth to speak, yet no words came out.

[valjean-at-last]

“Are you alright?” Valjean loosened his grip. He really have no idea of what he had just done. His could hear Javert’s short breath by this small distance between them. Just hope that he didn’t misunderstand Javert’s words.

[inspecteur-javert]

Javert didn’t react at first, still thinking about everything which had just occurred  When he finally snapped back into reality, he glanced up at Valjean and moved a hand up to his own lips, which were tingling from the earlier sensation. “Yes— actually.. I’m unsure…”

[valjean-at-last]

"I could stop.. I'm sorry.." Valjean could feel how blank his brain were right now. These awkward moment aroused him more than he expected. He wasn't even sure if he really can let Javert goes right now.

[valjean-at-last]

I'm not stealing it

[inspecteur-javert]

He glanced from the man’s hands on his shoulder to his face, before frowning and sending him a glare. “I’m not so sure either.” He finally muttered as he averted his gaze and moved his hand to rest on the hilt of his rapier. “But I can’t seem to stop doing it.”

[valjean-at-last]

Valjean looked down at inspector hand on the rapier. Hand dropped from the firm shoulder and rest upon Javert’s. “Enough fight.. no more..” He could feel his hand shaken while pulling javert’s up and rest on his cheek. Their eyes still locked on each other. “Then.. I’ll try…”  He took a deep breath “.. Since.. love is better than hate… ” his last word became a whisper. Soft thin lips pressed on the inspector’s shyly and pulled away. He just gave his awkward first kiss away.

[inspecteur-javert]

He blinked in surprise, but he couldn’t back away from the other man’s touch. That strong touch he had known from the rare few times 24601 had touched him in Toulon, that gentle touch of reassurance he had know from monsieur le Maire, the same touch that now was upon his lips for a brief moment. He glanced at Valjean and opened his mouth to speak, yet no words came out.

[valjean-at-last]

"Are you alright?" Valjean loosened his grip. He really have no idea of what he had just done. His could hear Javert's short breath by this small distance between them. Just hope that he didn't misunderstand Javert's words.

[valjean-at-last]

I'm not stealing it

[inspecteur-javert]

  The inspector yanked his arm free from Valjean’s grasp. “You don’t get it, do you?!” He hissed, visibly upset, even though he didn’t really know why. It seemed all his hidden emotions seemed to come out, but in the form of rage and injustice. “I needed you in Montrieul, but you ran off.” He said before swallowing thickly and gritting his teeth. “I NEEDED you.” He repeated before suddenly turning around and throwing his arms in the air. “And now I see you again, and you run off yet AGAIN.” He said before trying to regain his stern self. “I can’t let you walk off. You’ll have to fight me.”

[valjean-at-last]

Valjean widened his eyes for the inspector’s reaction. Half shocked half confused. He had never seen Javert like this. “Javert…w.. What do you mean by this??”

[inspecteur-javert]

“I mea—…” He huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I was ready to…” He seemed to choke on the words, like they were hurting him. Hurting him by staying inside, but also by being said. “I was ready to love you.” He finally blurted out before turning away from the man. “But you lied and ran away. Monsieur le Maire is as much of a lie as I should have known it to be.”

[valjean-at-last]

Silent formed between them again. But this time, there was also another sound, the sound of heartbeat in the ex-convict’s chest. Valjean was still shock by the word “love” from the Inspector. He never experienced this in his life. He could feel blushing on his cheek. His hands griped on both Javert’s sholder. He tried to calm down. He didn’t really know his feeling. He couldn’t say that he love Javert. But it seemed like the word  that javert had just  said could wash away his hate. Everything in his head just flied away. “Javert….” He whispered. “I’m not sure if I deserve to your love…”

[inspecteur-javert]

He glanced from the man’s hands on his shoulder to his face, before frowning and sending him a glare. “I’m not so sure either.” He finally muttered as he averted his gaze and moved his hand to rest on the hilt of his rapier. “But I can’t seem to stop doing it.”

[valjean-at-last]

Valjean looked down at inspector hand on the rapier. Hand dropped from the firm shoulder and rest upon Javert's. "Enough fight.. no more.." He could feel his hand shaken while pulling javert's up and rest on his cheek. Their eyes still locked on each other. "Then.. I'll try..."  He took a deep breath ".. Since.. love is better than hate... " his last word became a whisper. Soft thin lips pressed on the inspector's shyly and pulled away. He just gave his awkward first kiss away.

[valjean-at-last]

I'm not stealing it

[inspecteur-javert]

  The inspector yanked his arm free from Valjean’s grasp. “You don’t get it, do you?!” He hissed, visibly upset, even though he didn’t really know why. It seemed all his hidden emotions seemed to come out, but in the form of rage and injustice. “I needed you in Montrieul, but you ran off.” He said before swallowing thickly and gritting his teeth. “I NEEDED you.” He repeated before suddenly turning around and throwing his arms in the air. “And now I see you again, and you run off yet AGAIN.” He said before trying to regain his stern self. “I can’t let you walk off. You’ll have to fight me.”

[valjean-at-last]

Valjean widened his eyes for the inspector’s reaction. Half shocked half confused. He had never seen Javert like this. “Javert…w.. What do you mean by this??”

[inspecteur-javert]

“I mea—…” He huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I was ready to…” He seemed to choke on the words, like they were hurting him. Hurting him by staying inside, but also by being said. “I was ready to love you.” He finally blurted out before turning away from the man. “But you lied and ran away. Monsieur le Maire is as much of a lie as I should have known it to be.”

[valjean-at-last]

Silent formed between them again. But this time, there was also another sound, the sound of heartbeat in the ex-convict's chest. Valjean was still shock by the word "love" from the Inspector. He never experienced this in his life. He could feel blushing on his cheek. His hands griped on both Javert's sholder. He tried to calm down. He didn't really know his feeling. He couldn't say that he love Javert. But it seemed like the word  that javert had just  said could wash away his hate. Everything in his head just flied away. "Javert...." He whispered. "I'm not sure if I deserve to your love..."

[valjean-at-last]

I'm not stealing it

[valjean-at-last]

  Valjean tried to gain his breath. His heart was ramming in his chest. “Bonjour, … Mersieur le Inspecteur..” He stepped backward. “Please, let me go.. my child still need me… She’s too young to be alone here.. please monsieur.. please” His voice turned to a whisper. He pulled his wrist from Javert. But it didn’t help. Javert gripped him tighter and his wrist started to ache.

[inspecteur-javert]

Javert narrowed his eyes and shook his head. “I can’t let you go. Not again.” He hissed as he stepped closer. “You’ve been evading me for long enough now. It’s time you answer to the court and to god, M’sieur Madelaine.”  He spoke the name like it was a forbidden and sinful word, and a frown came to his face, as he growled softly. He still felt betrayed because of the events of Montreuil-sûr-mer. He had spent a lot of evenings awake and pondering on all the things which had passed. ”I trusted you!”  He suddenly hissed, out of nowhere.

[valjean-at-last]

Awkward silent formed between them. Valjean stopped forcing his wrist away from Javert. The Inspector should hate him forever by all things that happened at  Montreuil-sûr-mer. Instead of talking to it with this pain voice.  “I’m sorry” The words came from his lips before he allowed it. Why did he have to say sorry for the reaction? Why did he regret to this?? The man had never been kind to him in his many years in Toulon. Why did Javert be this hurt? What was wrong with him?? “Javert… Please” the ex-convict grabbed on inspector’s grip with his free hand. “Let me go.. I’ll pay for the chance as much as you want..everything you want.. please just let me go.. Cosette needs me..”

[inspecteur-javert]

The inspector yanked his arm free from Valjean’s grasp. “You don’t get it, do you?!” He hissed, visibly upset, even though he didn’t really know why. It seemed all his hidden emotions seemed to come out, but in the form of rage and injustice. “I needed you in Montrieul, but you ran off.” He said before swallowing thickly and gritting his teeth. “I NEEDED you.” He repeated before suddenly turning around and throwing his arms in the air. “And now I see you again, and you run off yet AGAIN.” He said before trying to regain his stern self. “I can’t let you walk off. You’ll have to fight me.”

[valjean-at-last]

Valjean widened his eyes for the inspector's reaction. Half shocked half confused. He had never seen Javert like this. "Javert...w.. What do you mean by this??"

[valjean-at-last]

I'm not stealing it

[valjean-at-last]

  Valjean tried to gain his breath. His heart was ramming in his chest. “Bonjour, … Mersieur le Inspecteur..” He stepped backward. “Please, let me go.. my child still need me… She’s too young to be alone here.. please monsieur.. please” His voice turned to a whisper. He pulled his wrist from Javert. But it didn’t help. Javert gripped him tighter and his wrist started to ache.

[inspecteur-javert]

Javert narrowed his eyes and shook his head. “I can’t let you go. Not again.” He hissed as he stepped closer. “You’ve been evading me for long enough now. It’s time you answer to the court and to god, M’sieur Madelaine.”  He spoke the name like it was a forbidden and sinful word, and a frown came to his face, as he growled softly. He still felt betrayed because of the events of Montreuil-sûr-mer. He had spent a lot of evenings awake and pondering on all the things which had passed. ”I trusted you!”  He suddenly hissed, out of nowhere.

[valjean-at-last]

Awkward silent formed between them. Valjean stopped forcing his wrist away from Javert. The Inspector should hate him forever by all things that happened at  Montreuil-sûr-mer. Instead of talking to it with this pain voice.  "I'm sorry" The words came from his lips before he allowed it. Why did he have to say sorry for the reaction? Why did he regret to this?? The man had never been kind to him in his many years in Toulon. Why did Javert be this hurt? What was wrong with him?? "Javert... Please" the ex-convict grabbed on inspector's grip with his free hand. "Let me go.. I'll pay for the chance as much as you want..everything you want.. please just let me go.. Cosette needs me.."

[valjean-at-last]

I'm not stealing it

[valjean-at-last]

  “Fine, Merci bien, Monsieur..” The older man turned his face to the wall when he once again on his feet. Hands rearranged on his clothes in hurried movement. Tried not to tremble too much or Javert might noticed him. “I have to go..” He continued to walk. And found the high brick wall in front of him.. Javert was still there. He decided to pull his hat down a little bit. “I might get lost.. I’m new to here.. I-” He turned back, murmuring something random as an execution to himself.  He should blamed himself forever on that decision. because his eyes accidentally met those blues eyes fully.

[inspecteur-javert]

The feeling Javert got was indescribable as he felt like he was pinned to the ground. When his eyes had locked with those of the man in front of him, memories flashed through his mind. The galley slave, the mayor, the thief, the saint, it all came back into those deep brown eyes. Jean Valjean. He couldn’t avert his gaze as he opened his mouth to speak. 

“V…Valjean?” 

He asked in a soft voice, the question being rhetorical. He suddenly grabbed the man’s wrist in a tight hold, not wanting to let him go.

“So we meet again.”

[valjean-at-last]

Valjean tried to gain his breath. His heart was ramming in his chest. “Bonjour, … Mersieur le Inspecteur..” He stepped backward. “Please, let me go.. my child still need me… She’s too young to be alone here.. please monsieur.. please” His voice turned to a whisper. He pulled his wrist from Javert. But it didn’t help. Javert gripped him tighter and his wrist started to ache.

[valjean-at-last]

I'm not stealing it

In Paris. In late afternoon, Valjean always goes to the market for some cooking ingredient. He also buys some bread from his favorite bakery at the corner before goes back to his apartment. This beautiful day should be the same as always, if Javert has not stood next to him like this in front of the bakery. Valjean starts to make an escape as quiet as he can. He wishes that Javert haven’t noticed him yet.

[inspecteur-javert]

Javert had been walking around the busy market square for a while now, keeping an eye out for any suspicious behaviour. A little scowl and frown here and there kept people from trying to talk to him, for he was in no mood to be conversing with people. He had taken a moment to rest, leaning against the lamppost near the bakery. He had noticed the man trying to slink off into the shadows, but he hadn’t noticed the man was actually Jean Valjean. He frowned before following the man into a narrow alley. 

[valjean-at-last]

Wh- why he’s following?? Valjean shuddered at his thought. He looked around to find out the way to escape. The truth was he just planned to hind in the alley for a moment and escape when the inspector walks away. Without the knowledge of where the alley ends. He kept walking down the alley. Wished for the light of exit in front of him. The sound of footstep behind him caused him nerves. He felt his breath came shorter. And before he could make the escape or see the exit. He slipped. Hit the stony floor with his butt. And the unwanted figured was standing in front of him 

[inspecteur-javert]

Javert blinked as he noticed the unknown man had suddenly fallen down. He couldn’t help but to smirk for a moment, before putting on his usual stern expression again and standing in front of the man. Without thinking about it, he held out his cane, so the man could pull himself to his feet. “Are you alright m’sieur?” He asked in a tone that showed that he didn’t really care, but was only asking out of politeness. He still hadn’t realized the man was 24601, he’d later blame it on being tired.

[valjean-at-last]

"Fine, Merci bien, Monsieur.." The older man turned his face to the wall when he once again on his feet. Hands rearranged on his clothes in hurried movement. Tried not to tremble too much or Javert might noticed him. "I have to go.." He continued to walk. And found the high brick wall in front of him.. Javert was still there. He decided to pull his hat down a little bit. "I might get lost.. I'm new to here.. I-" He turned back, murmuring something random as an execution to himself.  He should blamed himself forever on that decision. because his eyes accidentally met those blues eyes fully.

[valjean-at-last]

I'm not stealing it

In Paris. In late afternoon, Valjean always goes to the market for some cooking ingredient. He also buys some bread from his favorite bakery at the corner before goes back to his apartment. This beautiful day should be the same as always, if Javert has not stood next to him like this in front of the bakery. Valjean starts to make an escape as quiet as he can. He wishes that Javert haven’t noticed him yet.

[inspecteur-javert]

Javert had been walking around the busy market square for a while now, keeping an eye out for any suspicious behaviour. A little scowl and frown here and there kept people from trying to talk to him, for he was in no mood to be conversing with people. He had taken a moment to rest, leaning against the lamppost near the bakery. He had noticed the man trying to slink off into the shadows, but he hadn’t noticed the man was actually Jean Valjean. He frowned before following the man into a narrow alley. 

[valjean-at-last]

Wh- why he's following?? Valjean shuddered at his thought. He looked around to find out the way to escape. The truth was he just planned to hind in the alley for a moment and escape when the inspector walks away. Without the knowledge of where the alley ends. He kept walking down the alley. Wished for the light of exit in front of him. The sound of footstep behind him caused him nerves. He felt his breath came shorter. And before he could make the escape or see the exit. He slipped. Hit the stony floor with his butt. And the unwanted figured was standing in front of him 

[valjean-at-last]

I'm not stealing it

In Paris. In late afternoon, Valjean always goes to the market for some cooking ingredient. He also buys some bread from his favorite bakery at the corner before goes back to his apartment. This beautiful day should be the same as always, if Javert has not stood next to him like this in front of the bakery. Valjean starts to make an escape as quiet as he can. He wishes that Javert haven't noticed him yet.