Note: I'm still working on an in-verse multi-chapter fic, but while I write that one, here is a super fluff multi-chap. :)
Sunset
Birthday shopping for Éponine was difficult. Not because she was a picky person, but because she never wanted anything. When Enjolras had asked earlier, she said just him and maybe some friends, maybe even some liquor, and she would be content. This year would be different, he decided, this year he would get her something special.
He's about to give up when he walks past a small vintage shop. It was different than all the other stores he had been to all day, but maybe that's what he needed. The first thing he noticed was a polaroid camera displayed on a shelf. When Éponine moved in, he didn't recall her bringing any pictures with, save two. There was one of her younger siblings, all crushed together and bright smiles, and the other of two pairs of bare feet standing in a lake or river. The camera seemed like a good idea. He didn't know why she didn't have more pictures, but maybe she could start collecting memories again.
She's surprised when he hands her the gift before her birthday party. "You didn't have to, you know. I'm perfectly content just being with you," she told him, playing with bow on top. "We're starting a new chapter together and I wanted to give you something that symbolized that" he says. Why am I so nervous? He fidgets with his sleeve. She's ecstatic when she opens it. She chats animatedly about all the things she can't wait to take pictures of. After setting it down the table, she leans over and kisses his cheek. "I love it. Thank you." She smiles.
A week passes. The camera doesn't move from the table.
Another week goes by and the camera still sat untouched. Had he made a mistake? It had seemed great at the time; she even said she loved it. He wonders if there hadn't been any opportunities for her to use it, but then he remembers the little get together with their friends. Enjolras decides he'll ask her about it. That evening, they both were curled up on the couch. Éponine was burrowed in blankets, reading, and he was trying to focus on his paper. "So…" he ventured, "are you sure you like the camera? It's okay if you don't. We could always return it for something else." Everything tumbled out, a clutter of words. Some master speaker he was. She sighed, folding the corner of a page in her book. "I wasn't lying when I said I loved it, Enj." She pauses, setting the book down. "It's just that, I want to use it when I need to remember the little things. The small details that get lost in the big picture." She smiles then and tucks herself under his arm, resting her head on his shoulder. "Things like this, I could never forget." He kisses the top of her head. "Neither could I." he whispers into her hair.
The following day, Enjolras was late. He had stayed after his lecture to ask some questions and by the time he was walking in the front door the sun was just beginning to set. "Éponine?" he called out, dropping his keys on the table and bag on the floor. "I'm in here!" her voice sounded from the bedroom. She sat on the window sill, watching the sun set. He had entered the room at the perfect moment, it seemed. The sun had cast a warm aura around her. It wove through her hair; it danced on her bare shoulder. She's beautiful, he thinks. She turns to him, beckoning him with her smile. He wraps his arms around her waist and rests his on top of hers. It was serene, the two of them together watching the sun set with nothing but the sound of silence.
Éponine was up in a flash, running out of the room, leaving him behind and very confused. As quickly as she left, she was back, camera in hand. "I don't want to forget this feeling. It's all so…perfect." She grins and snaps a picture of the sun. As it developed she grabbed a pen and wrote,
"With you, peace is easy."
Enjolras smiles, "Spoken like a true poet," he teases. She flicks him on the nose. The photo hangs on the fridge, a blank canvas to hold the small details in their life.