"What do you think?" Enjolras asks Éponine. There's a light breeze that causes a lock of hair to fall on to her face. She huffs out a breath to move it, and it flies away, caught by some other wind.
"I love it. I wish I could stay up here forever," Éponine turns towards him with a giant smile. Enjolras cherishes her smiles. When he first met her, she rarely smiled; life had been to cruel to allow smiles. Every smile is a precious gift.
"You could. If you wanted to," Enjolras replies.
"No, I couldn't," She sits next to him on the floor of the wicker basket, and tilts her head up at the sky.
"Yes. You could Éponine Thénardier, the girl with the floating house. Les Amis and I would build you a beautiful house that was supported by two hot air balloons. I'd bring to fresh vegetables, fruits, and bread every day. Anytime life was to much, you could cut anchor and drift away to anywhere you wanted."
"Éponine Enjolras has a better ring to it, don't ya think?"
"Oh, most definitely. I hear the Musain is a great place for receptions."
"Musichetta could bake the cake and Jehan can do wonders with flowers."
"Courfeyrac knows a great band."
"And, there's no better bartender than Grantaire."
"Combeferre would be my best man."
"Gavroche could be the ring bearer. He'd probably skateboard down the aisle though."
"The bridesmaids would have navy blue dress to bring out Cosette's eyes and Musichetta hair."
"Les Amis would wear their rosettes instead of flowers in their lapels."
"Your bouquet would be red poppies because The Wizard of Oz was your favorite movie as a kid, and you would want a shout out to your personality that few would get."
"You'd wear a red handkerchief and a black bow tie that wasn't quite straight because you had been fiddling with it nervously. You'd find some way to quote Robespierre in your vows because he's your hero."
"Your ring would be set in gold. Instead of having a huge diamond, you'd want a padparascha sapphire because Musichetta showed you one once, and you could stop thinking of it for weeks. I would have preposed to you as the sun was setting because you thought that the sunset was when the shadows finally got to kiss the sun. We'd be somewhere outside with a great view. The dying light would bring out the gold specks in your eyes. Like it's doing now."
Enjolras stands and pulls Éponine to her feet. He looks around like he's measuring the space inside the basket.
"I'd get down on one knee, but there's not enough space," he says. She chuckles, as tears come to her eyes. Even though he knows they are just tears of happiness, he wants to kiss them away. Éponine had only cried once in the time he'd known her. Gavroche had been in the hospital after almost getting killed in an accident. Enjolras never wanted her to cry.
"If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to marry you," he brings out a ring with a padparascha sapphire set in gold.
"Yes. Until the sun sets on the last day of my life, yes. A million times, yes!"