Marius Pontmercy.

Had you been there today you might also have known how worlds can change in just one burst of light, and what was right seems wrong, and what was wrong seems right.

[willyouweepforme]

Marius’ lower jaw stiffened, and perhaps subconsciously, he took a small step away from Montparnasse —yet his arms folded after gaining a little distance. “..Then I’ll wait here until she get’s back.”

[dandyofthedevil-archive-blog]

"I don’t like you, Pontmercy," he started, feeling an urge to spit him in the face, punch him.. Anything! The thief took a step forward, poking Marius rather harshly in the chest with every word. "—an’ I like your freckled, fishmouthed face less, now piss off before I make you."

[willyouweepforme]

Marius could feel the danger glowering from this man. Montparnasse was a danger, and he knew that too well. Swallowing thickly around the lump that had formed in his throat. As Parnasse poked him, Marius took a step back with every jolt of the other man's finger.    "--...I-.. I need to speak with Eponine." He remained adament, even through his stammering words and slightly quivering form. A quick glance behind him held the knowledge that he could run if he needed to. He hoped it wouldn't come to that.

[willyouweepforme]

"Oh, I wouldn’t like to intrude." And Marius dipped his head politely before unconsciously mirroring his friend, taking another dainty sip of the crimson liquid. "But if you’re sure that I won’t be a burden of any sort, then.. I’d love to spend Christmas with you, Grantaire."

[dreamsofvirgo-blog]

"Oh, it’s no intrusion. Don’t you worry" Grantaire smiled merrily at him. "It has been a while since I wasn’t alone on Christmas, you won’t be a burden. I usually get takeout on Christmas day, there’s no point doing a roast dinner just for myself. Is takeout okay with you?"

[willyouweepforme]

Marius sipped his wine all too quickly before hastily setting down the glass and giving his comrade a smile. "Well, how about in payment for letting me stay with you, I'll cook christmas dinner? I won't give you food poisoning, I swear." He jested.

[dreamsofvirgo-blog]

Stripper!Courf

[willyouweepforme]

Marius nodded sheepishly, now a lot more relaxed than before. He curled himself up against Courfeyrac’s side, contented that this had not ended up in some mess as he had predicted it might. No, instead things had turned out better, much better, and the boy nodded and unwillingly pulled himself to his feet. “I get the hot chocolate, you pick the movies?”

[dreamsofvirgo-blog]

Courfeyrac smiled softly at him and kissed his cheek. “Sure, that sounds like a plan to me. I’ll pick a variety of movies and if you don’t like anything we can switch it off and move on to the next one. I’ll try and find ones that I either know you’ll like or I’ll think you’ll like though”

[willyouweepforme]

With a nod, Marius left the room. If he was honest, it felt bad to be skipping a meeting to simply lay around watching movies, but it wasn't that simple. He had just found love. And that was worth missing one, right? After topping off the hot beverages with marshmallows. Marius came back to Courfeyrac's bedroom with one of his infamous, sheepish smiles.

[willyouweepforme]

U.F.

[whathastakenplaceinthissoul]

And just like that, the gentleman’s face twisted out from the grim and fierce presentation it had made. Marius made no mistake, the look on Monsieur Fabre’s face was still stern, it would not do for him to be won over in such a way so quickly, yet there was a sliver of a different man in there. An kindness ebbing from his nature —it was reassuring, to say the least.

He did not blame the good sir for all his questions, for if Marius had a daughter as fair and precious as dearest Cosette, he too would be dubious of any man that should even look upon her. Still, he was stricken silent by the fast and ever growing list of answers he had to come up with, leaving little time to speak them, by the time all the questions had been asked, Marius had forgot the first and was thankful for the addition. It gave him a moment to clear his mind from the sea of words that had currently filled it —oh how he hoped he didn’t appear as gormless as he felt he did.

"A good man, yes monsieur. Yet I will strive to be the great man your dearest Cosette deserves."

Valjean smiled properly now. “A perfectly apt answer.” He commented, the remark in as gentle a tone as would ever come from Valjean’s mouth to Marius. His eyes flitted over the boy’s face, taking in his lips and his freckles, his eyes and his complexion, the way his mouth quivered. “I fear she thinks that of you already, child. Stand.”

Valjean took to his own feet, the imperative clear in his voice. “Don’t call me monsieur: Urbain is my name, and you will make use of it. Do not,” And he held up a hand, regarding Marius for a moment. “Take that offer as an anti-monarchist statement on my part. My dislike for the deference is for familiarity, not for hatred of class. Call me citizen and I may be yet more annoyed.” He winked, but the joke fell somewhat flat in his tone - Valjean was far from a skilled humourist.

Valjean had no firm political leanings either way - neither republican nor monarchist, he merely did what he could when the time was now, giving alms to the poor and avoiding any speeches in the street. He knew nothing of les amis de l’ABC, and did not realize that perhaps his humour might strike Marius anywhere near close to home.

[willyouweepforme]

And at once did Marius take to his feet, obeying diligently in hope of gaining respect for his acute obedience to this man. His head now was held slightly higher than it was when he was seated, the new height he gained providing a little more confidence, and his hands wrapped around his back until they found each other. His expression was eager, he wanted to hear what the father of his dearest had to say, and in every way he would respond accordingly. Anything to have Cosette in his arms.

The tone of the instructions themselves came as no surprise, yet the words themselves had they young man's brows knotting together. Yes, he caught the wink, but there was little element of humour in his tone --Marius took each word and committed them to memory. The young mat bit his tongue at that last part, lips pursing of their own volition, and eyes were suddenly downcast.

After a moment, the young revolutionist had come to the conclusion that it was no surprise that an upstanding man such as Urbain would have such an opinion. Why, if Enjolras was here, undoubtedly there would be a severe disagreement. Another moment passed, and Marius once again raised his head. "..And Cosette, does she share the same opinion, Urbain?"

[deceitfultrickery-archived2-blog]

hiiii it has been beyond forever i have missed you i am okayish loki is much as he always is which is somewhere in the area of okayish how are yoooou and your wonderful muse

[willyouweepforme]

outofpontmercy. i have missed you too okayish is better than not okayish loki is a butt so it's okay i am well thank you and marius is also doing pretty good ahhh it's good to speak with you again.

[willyouweepforme]

andyoucouldhaveitall said:omg yay hi

outofpontmercy. ahhh Dee it's been forever how are you how is Loki helloooo.

[willyouweepforme]

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[willyouweepforme]

I would like to apologize, first and foremost, for my elongated absence. Winter is hitting pretty hard and on top of that, my confidence in my writing is somewhat dwindling rapidly. I hope to pick my RP's back up within the next couple of days.

I'm sorry, and thank you for your patience.

--Sam.

[dandyofthedevil-archive-blog]

"She's with Azelma, working," he scoffed, shooting him a glare. Oh he could gladly punch the daylights out if that freckled face. "Piss off."

[willyouweepforme]

Marius' lower jaw stiffened, and perhaps subconsciously, he took a small step away from Montparnasse --yet his arms folded after gaining a little distance. "..Then I'll wait here until she get's back."

[willyouweepforme]

for the mun do you have a gf/bf?

Unfortunately no, I have neither a girlfriend or a boyfriend.

[willyouweepforme]

May she kiss him? To press her lips to his may taint him--oh, but she wishes to so terribly. He may be an angel, Heaven itself, but she will allow herself to love him in the purest way--kissing his precious mouth and pooling her hands in his willowy ones.

Taint?! Oh, the very idea that his dearest lark's lips could ever taint. Marius believes that her lips can only cleanse, purify, renew. Why, a single look from his love made him reborn! So her lips, of course, he could only receive her lips readily, pouring every fibre of love that he had into reciprocating. How he loved her. How he would never let her go, if he had the choice.

[willyouweepforme]

mmm baby more pictures pls

Ahhh, i'm not very comfortable with my face anon --so I think that'll be all the pictures for now, unless my self-confidence suddenly decides to exist.

I do apologize for declining! I dislike saying no to people!

[dandyofthedevil-archive-blog]

willyouweepforme

[dandyofthedevil-archive-blog]

”To little snobs like you entering my territory. Get lost, Pontmercy.”

[willyouweepforme]

Marius lifted his head a little, an attempt to show that he did not feel threatened. “I had no idea that you owned a little part of France, Montparnasse.” He retorted with a breath of sarcasm. “I’m looking for Eponine.”

[dandyofthedevil-archive-blog]

”Well, I do. She’s not here,” he growled at him now, not amused with seeing that face around these parts.

”What do you want from her anyway? You of all people.”

[willyouweepforme]

The boy's adam's apple bobbed as he gulped in a deep breath. He recognized that tone, and it was not one he wanted to affiliate with. And yet, he stayed firm --for now.

"I don't believe it's any of your business. If she's not here, where is she?"

[twunkhinata]

Benvolio, Horatio, and Marius Pontmercy all walk into a bar.

Everyone in a 30 feet radius dies tragically.

[willyouweepforme]

[text] Merry Christmas, Marius. Try not to Pontmercy too much. Make sure to get a snog or two out of Blondie.

[ Text ] I didn't know my surname was a verb in and of itself. Merry Christmas, Grantaire. And I'll leave that job to you.

[dandyofthedevil-archive-blog]

willyouweepforme

[dandyofthedevil-archive-blog]

”To little snobs like you entering my territory. Get lost, Pontmercy.”

[willyouweepforme]

Marius lifted his head a little, an attempt to show that he did not feel threatened. "I had no idea that you owned a little part of France, Montparnasse." He retorted with a breath of sarcasm. "I'm looking for Eponine."

[willyouweepforme]

U.F.

[whathastakenplaceinthissoul]

Valjean’s grim expression faded, replaced with a more pleasant quirk of his lips: Valjean’s gentleness showed itself, for he repressed the jealousy he felt, and moreover, the vicious need to destroy this boy for fear he even thought of ever hurting his dear daughter.

“I fear you misunderstand this process, Marius.” One was familiar with those who courted one’s daughters, if he was correct. “It is you who should speak to I, and I who should listen. You have told me your name and that you love my daughter. I know nothing else, and do not know that I should believe the second. Tell me more. Who are your parents? Where do you live? What is it you study, and what are your goals? What are your skills and what are you virtues? Have you friends? Who are they?”

After a lengthy pause, he added, tone firm with with purpose, “You need not answer all of these questions now, for we shall have time to discuss them. The most important is this: are you a good man, Marius Pontmercy?”

[willyouweepforme]

And just like that, the gentleman's face twisted out from the grim and fierce presentation it had made. Marius made no mistake, the look on Monsieur Fabre's face was still stern, it would not do for him to be won over in such a way so quickly, yet there was a sliver of a different man in there. An kindness ebbing from his nature --it was reassuring, to say the least.

He did not blame the good sir for all his questions, for if Marius had a daughter as fair and precious as dearest Cosette, he too would be dubious of any man that should even look upon her. Still, he was stricken silent by the fast and ever growing list of answers he had to come up with, leaving little time to speak them, by the time all the questions had been asked, Marius had forgot the first and was thankful for the addition. It gave him a moment to clear his mind from the sea of words that had currently filled it --oh how he hoped he didn't appear as gormless as he felt he did.

"A good man, yes monsieur. Yet I will strive to be the great man your dearest Cosette deserves."