With looks so fierce and sharp, one would assume their chief would most certainty be inable to feel such emotions as joy or love. Unbeknownst to most, Enjolras was actually capable of feeling these particular feelings that he had so often repudiated.
Yet it was moments like this that had almost enthralled him to the life so many others comported: the thrill of intoxication, the undeniable pleasure that proceeded interaction, the significant moments in life that one was required to speculate. Yes, indeed he was aware of his female suitors that remained relentless and vigilant at his every move. In fact, he had even began to feel pity towards them. Their pursuit was quite tiresome to say the least, for the young lawyer was capable of being terrible. Though behind this constant facade, Enjolras was haunted by the ghosts of his past, the regrets of tomorrow, and the want for redemption.
This moment, in question, was one that he would later look upon with such fondness and gratitude beyond reasoning. The sole memory of her dazzling eyes blazed in the back of his mind, her perspectives never ceasing to enlighten. So, as you could presume, he was quite perplexed when he caught sight of a familiar mess of hair walking in-hand with a beautiful girl towards the Musain.
"Courfeyrac, you sly devil! You nearly startled him to death! I have yet another doubt that my father will be quite uneased that you are to be escorting me to this so-called dinner," noted the girl, gently leaning her head against the student's shoulder. Courfeyrac chuckled, nodding his head in mock disappointment.
"Why, perhaps you should not have expected that behavior of me! These great expectations are somewhat surpassing... Do you think that highly of myself?"
His companion paused, stopping dead in her tracks.
"Yes... I do. I am rather unsure of this Courfeyrac... but I suppose that there's something in the air," she trailed off, fiddling with the fabric of her pale blue cloak. Sensing her discomfort, Courfeyrac gently lifted her chin to meet his eyes.
Perturbed by this show of public affection, Enjolras turned from the window of the café. Distractions could not be afforded, nonetheless the memories stirring in the back of his mind. Was this masquerade suicidal? Would his lack of affection lead him to such a life of isolation- No. France was his lover, justice his lone passion... No more, and yet no less. The fall of Louis-Philippe's reign of injustice was nearing, disrupting the peace. Amidst this chaos, it was his responsibility to rally the people, assemble the men, call them to arms, and bring them to line... Yet an unfavorable feeling erupted in the pit of his stomach, stirring unfathomable thoughts.
Feigning impassiveness, Enjolras strode through the crowds of students, descending down the old, wooden staircase. "Courfeyrac, you're late," he interrupted, his stride confident as he stood to the side of the couple. The woman froze, eyes widened at the sound of his voice.
"I should have know that you'd be here," she managed, slightly trembling with each syllable, refusing to meet his eye. "This whole arrangement bears your stamp," the gamine articulated, mustering any courage she still possessed to look into his eyes. His blue eyes that divulged lust, anger, betrayal, and sadness beyond capacity.
"Angela," Enjolras tried, recognizing her face in an instant. "Angela Tuorae."
She flinched at his touch, glaring at up at him. "Let us go, Courfeyrac. We musn't associate with dishonest, vulgar, sneeze-lurkers," she spat, taking the confused student's hand.
"I wouldn't go that way, mademoiselle. Look at the clouds, and try to tell me there is not a storm brewing," the leader enunciated, stressing emphasis on his last sentence. Angela frowned in disdain, glancing up at Courfeyrac for guidance.
"He's right, Angela. It's too dangerous for you-"
"Too dangerous for me?" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up in exasperation. Gathering her gown, she furiously marched past the two revolutionaries into the Café Musain.
"I'll just skip the introductions... assuming you already know each other."