My take on Les Miz slash. I hope you enjoy my take on this. I of course do not own Les Miz. Love it though.
Losing Him
Enjolras woke up with the sunrise. He pulled on a clean white shirt and red vest. Today was a meeting of Les Amis de l'ABC. The revolution had become his life. As he finished dressing, he watched the sun beam through the window to the floor, occasionally glinting off the gilded writing on some of his books' covers. Being the idealistic young man he was, he couldn't help but believe that this new day promised to bring about the changes he had been wanting more and more the past few months.
The changes were not only for the society he desired. Over the months, Marius, another student, had grown in his mind. The youth was very attractive, Enjolras had always noticed that, but as he saw Marius more, his soft, black curls and deep. Bright eyes seemed to appear in his dreams. Eventually, Enjolras found that he truly desired to hold Marius in his arms, to taste his lips and gently trace his slight frame. Marius was the only person who could make him stop thinking about his revolution.
As a bold revolutionary, Enjolras has hardly ever been quiet about his views and wants. This made his feelings for Marius even more baffling. In the past, had he ever wanted something, he would have said so without hesitation. But around Marius, he found that he could never maintain the nerve to talk with him on this subject. The revolutionary decided it was fear of rejection.
He pulled his long, blond hair back, tying it out of his face. With a deep breath, he decided he would speak with Marius today after the meeting. His fear, he told himself, was probably unfounded. Enjolras had seen a young girl, Eponine, he thought, who was obviously fixated on Marius. Marius always seemed blind to Eponine's teasing and flirtations. He couldn't have not seen them. Everyone else did, so he must be looking on someone else. Marius, raised so strictly, had never seen another young lady, and with Marius's awkward gestures around him and fond smiles, Enjolras convinced himself that he was the object of Marius's dreams. For a moment, Enjolras wondered whether this logic was faulty, but he decided against it.
He sat down to read before he left for his meeting.
The meeting had been in progress for nearly half an hour. As Enjolras spoke, he would look at the clock on the café wall. Marius usually made a point to be no later than five minutes before the meeting began, so this was very unusual. Although he forced a calm front, Enjolras panicked in anticipation of seeing Marius.
He pulled the wine bottle away from an obviously intoxicated Grantaire, chastising him thoroughly. As he turned away from the drunk, Marius burst through the door.
"Marius, you're late." Enjolras caught Marius by the arm, forcing him to look into his eyes. The youth's apologetic half-smile made Enjolras's grasp melt.
Marius at down, as others commented on his frazzled appearance, and more than usual dreamy face. He began to tell the reasons why he was late. Enjolras had not listened in order to answer one of Courfeyrac's questions, but heard Marius briefly say, "…and she was gone."
"She"? Who was he talking about? Grantaire began teasing Marius. Enjolras felt slightly cheated. He realized that he had never actually spoken to Marius about his feelings, so he really did not hold any claim on Marius, but it still angered him. He shook off his momentary feeling of being utterly defeated, but resolved to keep Marius away from whoever this mystery woman was. He also resolved to reinitiate the push for the revolution. After all, Lamarque, the only government official who had ever cared about the people, was dying. It could not be long before the rising of the people.
As he spoke of the revolutionary glory the students, Marius nodded in understanding. He would fight.
The little urchin, Gavroche, ran in with news of Lamarque's death. The meeting ended with a triumphant cheer. As the students left to gather people to fight, Enjolras pulled Marius aside.
"So who's this girl you've found?"
Marius chuckled to himself and looked at the ground before looking up again to meet Enjolras's gaze. "I'm not sure. We haven't even spoken. I just ran into her and, well, she was just so beautiful. I've never seen anyone like her…"
Enjolras had not been completely listening. Once he found out that Marius didn't really know the lady, he decided it would be easy to keep him from falling for her. If he didn't know who she was or where she lived, he couldn't have truly loved her. He switched his focus to the revolution.
He and the others told their glorious vision to the people. They even managed to gather the support of some few disgruntled citizens.
They were about to turn back, and Enjolras decided to talk to Marius. However as he approached, he realized that Marius was talking to Eponine. She took his hand and pulled him away. Enjolras wasn't sure where they were going, but he the strange suspicion that it had something to do with the mystery woman.