[A/N]: Hi, thank you for the reviews last time! That surely gave me hope. Today, well, later after noon, I would be graduating, so thank you for those! I will get back to you five days after. :) Now, this drabble here is rather plotless, I reckon. I dunno. I just wrote it to experiment. I don't really know what do with it-except maybe bang my head on a table for its sheer lunacy. And perhaps because my head have probably gone bonkers. I think.

It was inspired by Enjolras when he said, "This is not a moment to pronounce the word 'love'. No matter, I pronounce it, and I glorify it. Love, thine is the future."

Go figure. :)

No Matter, Surely

"Mademoiselle, I am tired of this. I am sorry. I have done you harm. I have condemned myself the moment I have condemned you. Why does it matter that we must fight so routinely, prolonging merely the agitation and reaching no agreement? I loathe this, this dispute between us, when it results to no concord. I propose an armistice. Let us stop fighting just for a week. Would you agree, mademoiselle?" Enjolras asked.

Eponine eyed him carefully, pouting her lips and scrunching her brows together. "On my terms, m'sieur, if you do not mind," she said finally, crossing her arms, which have been idle at her sides.

Enjolras nodded, his golden curls bobbing. His blue eyes watched her, silently waiting for her consequences.

"One, do not call me with any honorifics. I have not been, gamine or grisette, treated honorably. So if France's children are all the same to you, I would be more agreeable if you called me 'Eponine'. Yes?" she spoke. She put her hands on her waist again as she waited for him to try and sound out her name.

"Yes, Eponine," he mustered. "But only if you call me Enjolras."

A smile broke out on Eponine's face.

Enjolras did not focus on the yellowness of her teeth, brought by poverty and the wine she gulped like his friend Grantaire. No, it was not that that he saw. Rather, it was her eyes, which were brown at first glance, but now - with the sun sprinkling its rays upon the dancing of the trees' leaves - turned out to be a rich ocher colour, as if it were gold. There was a sudden brightening in their surroundings, and Enjolras endeavoured not to focus on that, so he listened to Eponine's next part of the bargain.

"Two, you must try to smile more. Look, Enjolras, lest you disagree and start another banter between us, listen to me. Your friends have called you 'Marble'. While I believe you have a sufficient justification on your behalf, would you just do me a favor, and learn to do so? It would make you... more human and emphatic. Is that not what you would need to inspire others to a greater France? I'd like to see you smile, just for once, no matter how rare when it would occur," she added in a soft voice, looking down and feeling a little foolish at her request.

Well, it has been said and done. Naught much to do about it. She will just see how he will take it.

"France does not need me alone for it to be great. She has many children, and I am only one in a million. Quia nominor leo," Enjolras responded, wincing a little at the memories of his friends teasing him about that moniker. Oh, how he loathed it. He was the furthest thing from a marble. Au contraire! Truly. Well, perhaps not. Perhaps, a little.

Oh, right!, Eponine thought, feeling her lips curl at this statement. But she bit back a retort for the sake of this 'agreement'. She could still point out, however, some things.

"Certainly, Enjolras, she is a lioness. But even as she bestows glad tidings upon her children, surely, she would at least hope for a gratuitous smile?" Eponine remarked, still glancing down. She fisted the folds of her skirts anxiously.

Enjolras noticed this and looked away, but could not help a small fond curl finding its way upon his lips. "I understand. Yes, she would, perhaps," he replied after a moment. Then feeling his cheeks burn a little, he determinedly said, "But... if you wish it so, as a part of our agreement, then I shall endeavour to do so."

Eponine glanced up at him at that. She saw him, his face away from hers, but she was not saddened by it. Rather, she was gladdened because she saw a faint hint of a smile on his lips. And, oh, how the sun lightened and glorified his curls.

The wind blew a breeze, and he closed his eyes. It was a marvel - to see him at ease and so free - that she nearly forgot her third condition. She blinked. Oh, she must not be out of focus. She needed Enjolras's help with this one. She let out a small cough to grasp his attention once more. Enjolras gazed upon her, as promised by her pretentious cough, and she tried not to blush for her third manifesto for their 'armistice'.

"Last is... if you would so not grieve it, would you please teach me? How to read some more difficult words, like those you read in your Rosseau, Robespierre, Condorcet, and Plato? I know only enough to survive, but I have always been hungry for knowledge. So if you would not mind it terribly... I would be forever in your debt, Enjorlas," she said humbly, feeling her blushing cheeks betray her at the intensity of his gaze.

"Of course. I would be honored to do this favour. Perhaps, after reading, I could also help you with your writing and spelling... then after that, I could help you learn more, if you want to," Enjolras said, feeling gratified and alive to have a purpose once more.

Eponine nearly fainted at this words. He would do all that for her? Just because of their armistice? Oh, wonderful, how this agreement problem turned out to be. She is extremely happy that she asked Enjolras this request.

"Oh, Enjolras, thank you! Thank you!" she said gladly. Then not knowing how else to portray her immense gratitude, she leaned in and kissed his cheek. "You are wonderful, m'amie. Thank you! When do you propose we start this?"

Enjolras, not really knowing how to react to her sudden acts, merely replied, "Monday, after this week."

Eponine squealed in delight and hugged him before leaving, waving a hand as she left.

Some way this armistice turned out to be, Enjolras thought to himself.

He tried not to remember how she felt pressed against him.

Surely, it is no matter?

[A/N]: No matter, surely. :DDDDD