She is a peculiar girl.
That was the very first impression Enjolras received of her.
The way she talked, walked and thought was nothing like how normal mademoiselle would act.
The first time he had met her was Friday, on his way back to his apartment from Cafe Musain. She was walking alone, in midnight. He asked her if she needed to be escorted to her house. To his surprise, she declined politely and left the street.
Unlike how many mademoiselle walked shyly with their heads low, she walked with her head high, and when Enjolras saw her on the streets, he often found her staring up at the sky, with a small smile on her lips. And every time she looked up to the sky, in her eyes, Enjolras saw the light of hope.
The way she talked was how common bourgeois might talk, but things she talked about; Enjolras was amused. She never gossiped, nor talked of young handsome men in excited whispers. Her eyes did not brighten up in joy when a man approached her. Instead, her eyes would shimmer in an excitement whenever she talked of tomorrow. Often she would suddenly start telling him about her philosophy, her hope for tomorrow, and her dream. In the day, her eyes were dull and looking into the distant. But during the night, when she visited Cafe Musain, she came back alive.
The way she think, though, was what he loved the most about her. She treated everyone equally, men or women, bourgeois or a farmer. She never judged others, and believed that all humans were born good, but the society has changed some of them for eternity to be evil. She would tell him, that there is something much more in her life than watching an opera, marrying an arranged fiancé or gossiping. Instead, she was born to make the world a better place, to make a society where everyone can live, and not survive. To make a country where everyone cared for each other. She also believed in equality of gender, and made him promise that if the revolution succeed, Enjolras would change the law so that women could study in universities as well, since that was her dearest wish.
Even in the darkest night when everything was hopeless, when even he was feeling depressed, she never forgot to look up to the sky and search for stars.
Her name?
She was Marianne.
A/N: Hahahahaha, thanks for reading. This is what happens when you read Les Miserables, lol. She is quite different from Genevieve, isn't she (to those who have read Marvolo's Ring before)? In Genevieve, I concentrated on her complicated life story, but this time, I focused more on who the character is. Again, thank you for reading although this was very short and random. But I hope I can someday write this into a full story, but before that I must research and plan ahead! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST3
FUN FACT: This character didn't have a name before. But Marianne is actually a name of a woman who is a national enblem of France and symbolise liberty and reason. Do you know that painting of French Revolution where a woman is carrying a flag, leading bunch of men to revolution? That beautiful woman, is Marianne. It is up to you readers to decide whether this Marianne is only a symbol in this fic and Enjolras is just making a romantic/sentimental poem for his Patria, or the girl Marianne did exist (not in the history of cannon, of course).