A/N: I'm so obsessed with Courfeyrac and Jehan right now. Pair that up with delirious thoughts in the middle of the night and here you go. Note- I am obviously not Jean Prouvaire.
-Gav
eyes meet.
one pair green,
the other hazel,
both wide open in shock
hearts pounding,
cheeks red as fire,
slippery hands.
soul mates in the same room,
both all too aware
unable to reach the other through the crowd,
a poet and a player with intertwined destinies.
it's the second meeting,
the one where you
talk and then
promise to keep in touch
it's when you stay up all night,
so innocent
and foolish,
dreaming of a life together,
just knowing.
it's the first real date
running through the field of flowers
birds flitting like so many notes of a song
blowing dandelions
and clasping hands
and never stopping the smile.
months go by,
inseparable.
constantly aware of the other's presence
a laugh here,
a shared dessert there.
dancing in the middle of the night,
kissing in the pouring rain,
young love.
snickers and smirks from friends,
ignored,
because they have never felt this way.
walking down the isle
elating music floating on the breeze
fresh flowers everywhere,
reminiscent of those simpler times
gold bands slipped on fingers,
joyous grins and the world spinning
lips meet and hands never parted
vowed to be together forever
stressed mornings
phone ringing off the hook
dogs barking
kids screaming
money taking over,
but every night there's still a loving kiss,
signalling a flame that will never die.
years later,
the poet lying in a stiff white bed,
a tired gaze and an unbreakable grip
on the hand of his one and only
days drag by and it's clear now,
he'll soon be gone,
nothing but a vivid and bittersweet memory
nothing left of the life that used to be
the funeral day,
pale face and cold body,
adorned in the flowers he loved so much
goodbye, mon ami.
wails of grief,
puffy red eyes,
salt-streaked wet face.
forever in mourning for the poet,
the lost partner.
the player never goes out anymore,
an empty shell of his former self,
grief-ridden
and pained by memory,
he finally joins the poet.
after all, they swore to be together forever.