I ASK.
You are leading a revolution, and I am not allowed to love you. You seem to have been carved from stone. You are the marble lover of liberty and I am but flesh and blood, a lover of man. The table between us stretches for more than the eye can see, it stretches for miles across lands and years and a thousand tales of conflicting morals; the differences of our hearts on the hard surface of the wood as plain to see as my wine bottle and your books.
"Are you afraid my angel?" I ask, thought I know you are not.
"Not of your death?" I ask, though I know you are not.
"Not of my death?" I ask. You do not respond.
A/N: My first venture into the Les Mis fandom and I am terrified! The standard of writing is so high for this fandom, particularly for this ship so I was only brave enough to submit a drabble :/ I'm sorry if it's hard to follow but what makes sense to our beloved R isn't always logical.
Thank you for reading and I hope you review – even if you hated it. Constructive criticism is my drug.