The secrets that you keep
Female Enjolras (trying something here.) Enjolras poses as a young man so that she can make a life for herself as a leader of a revolution. The only one who knows her secret is Combeferre, but after a series of unfortunate events, Enjolras is forced to tell the Amis everything.
My first 'gender bend' fic. I'm not sure where I'm going with this. No flames please! *wipes a tear*
This is a tester chapter to see if it's worth writing.
English is not my first language :)
Enjolras sat in front of her bedroom mirror, a brown cap fitted neatly on top of her golden curls. She grabbed her red coat that sat on the back of her chair behind her dresser and swung it over her shoulders. The coat disguised her shape well, which was one of the reasons she found she had to wear it. She also found that she was rather short for a 'man', so she wore chunky brown leather boots that added a couple of inches. She tucked a few lose strands of hair into her cap and took a deep breath in. She glanced down the hallway, to check her parents were asleep, and without another thought, she moved over to her window sill and swung the thing open with one arm. She then quickly stepped out of her bedroom, ducking her head as she exited (and since her room was on the bottom floor of the house, escaping was as easy as crawling through a hole.)
Enjolras didn't live too far from Le Café Musian. It was about a fifteen minute walk. The moon was shining bright out and the stars hung limply from the dark night sky. Miss Alexandria Enjolras had been playing the role of Monsieur Alexander Enjolras for the last year. No one ever suspected a thing of her…she was stronger than she looked and was fiercer than most grown men. The only problem was, as she got older, her beauty started to become a problem, and her body continued to change. She began looking more and more like a young maiden instead of the vicious fighter she so desperately wanted to be…the worst part of it all was that her parents kept pushing her to get married and have children…little did they know, she was spending most of her nights out with the friends of the ABC, planning a revolution against the monarchy. If only they knew…
Enjolras arrived at the dusty old café at around midnight. She was late (as usual) but it's not like it mattered. She did run the joint after all. She looked around at the buzzing school boys, drinking and singing together like old Amis should do. Enjolras licked her lips and placed two fingers in her mouth, making a high-pitched whistling noise which could have very well cracked a window. The noise shocked the Amis and they covered their ears, shaking their heads. Enjolras chuckled. "A simple hello would have been good enough." Courfeyrac said, sticking a finger in his ear to check it wasn't bleeding or anything.
"Bonjour Mon Amis." She said, tipping the side of her cap.
"Someone's a little tarty to the party." Grantaire said in a slurred tone, leaning back in his chair with his feet placed atop of a table. "Sleep in did you Enjolras?"
She rolled her eyes and ignored the man. "What news?" she asked.
"Well, we just found out that Marius is a virgin, if you call that news." Bahorel exclaimed, sending everyone into fits of chuckles, and making Marius blush bright red with embarrassment. He hid his face behind his book, pretending to read.
Enjolras stayed silent and rolled her eyes. "Not exactly the topic I had in mind." She tapped her foot on the wooden floor beneath her feet, impatiently.
"Oh calm yourself Enj'. Just because you don't like to have fun doesn't mean you have to strip everyone of theirs." Grantaire sniggered and sipped at his bottle.
Enjolras let out a long and rather exhausted sigh. "This is not a place for fun; this is a place for justice. We're here for a reason. This is not a social chat group. If you're just going to sit there and drown your brain cells in alcohol then I suggest you do it elsewhere." Grantaire rolled his eyes and mumbled something to himself, not moving from his position in the café.
The meeting continued undisturbed, much to Enjolras' happiness. She appreciated it when things went according to plan. Once the old grandfather clock struck three, Enjolras allowed her members to leave happily. As usual, she stayed behind to clear up the mess her Amis had made that night. As she cleared up some lose sheets of paper, she stifled a lazy yawn and realised she hadn't had any sleep in the last three days (since she'd been doing this for the last few meetings.)
Combeferre walked over to Enjolras who still stood by the table, packing up. Combeferre half-smiled and stood next to her, helping her out with some of the lose sheets of paper. "They're all gone Enjolras. You can take the cap off if you want." Enjolras smiled at her Ami and pulled the cap off her head, resulting in her wavy blonde hair falling neatly over her shoulders. "…You can't lie to them forever Enjolras."
"It won't be forever 'Ferre." She said with a smile. "I'll tell them…I just need to find the right time." Enjolras yawned and Combeferre furrowed his brow. "Sleepy…" Enjolras explained.
"You want me to walk you home?" he asked.
Enjolras smirked. "I've got to clean this up don't I?"
Combeferre shrugged. "I'll do it for you…you need to rest." Enjolras looked up at her best friend and grinned, adjusting his glasses for him.
"You'd do that?" Combeferre nodded and Enjolras gave him a friendly punch on the arm. "What'd I do without you 'Ferre?"