Note: I'm sorry for the delay! We've been having crazy snow here and it's caused some rolling black outs. Thank you all for the reviews, favorites, and follows. It's been amazing all the support and has definitely helped me out when I was doubting it. This one may be a bit different, but I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you again!
Equality
It was exhilarating. Éponine stood amidst a crowd moving as one, thinking as one, even breathing as one. This feeling was unforgettable. They were all here for the same reason, to give support and stand up for what they believe in.
And he was there to lead them, with eyes ablaze and his voice burning above the rest. He was passionate, convincing, a leader for them all. His presence alone commanded attention. Éponine loved this side of him, well she loved all sides of him, but this side was different than the one at home. Here, he was powerful, untouchable, fearless, unbreakable, marble. Éponine smiled to herself, here he left her speechless. She watched as he stood on the makeshift platform, speaking through a megaphone about injustice and the need for equal rights for everyone. He caught her eyes, and for the smallest of moments he smiled at her.
Éponine pushed back into the crowd, pulling her camera out of her bag. This rally, she was going to take photos of everything. She thought that perhaps the boys could use the pictures for posters or something for the next rally they were planning. She snapped photos of the people around her with signs or painted faces. One of her favorites was a little girl on her father's shoulders, holding a sign which appeared to be painted by her.
Enjolras, as well as Combeferre and Courfeyrac, headed off stage to join the masses on a march through the streets. Éponine was about to stow her camera away and join them when she heard a clear voice above the rest, "Égalité!" Éponine turned towards the voice to a small girl shouting, fist raised high atop the shoulders of her peers. She continued chanting as the crowd joined in, once again working as a single entity. Éponine took one last picture.
"Can you believe the turn out?" Enjolras said breathlessly. The march had been successful, and they had planned to meet again tomorrow in the city square. "I hope tomorrow's turn out is even better." He was grinning, practically pulling Éponine down the street. She chuckled. "I don't think that will be a problem. The crowd fully supports you." They made their way back to their flat as the sun set. Enjolras talked about all the preparations that need to be made, speeches to be written, even posters that should be created. "Perhaps we should call Jehan or Grantaire? They're both good at art. They can come over to help with them." He muttered to himself as he unlocked the front door. Éponine gave him a quick peck on the cheek as he settled down to work. She pulled out the camera and the photos from the day, picking through them or hanging some on their fridge. The last one was of the girl who had started the chant. It wasn't a perfect picture; Éponine had cut out the side of her face, but caught the fist as well as the surrounding crowd. It spoke to her though, that single picture, it caught every feeling from the day; the exhilaration, the unity, the freeness. She brought it out to Enjolras, setting it down in front of him. "What about this for your posters?" A huge grin broke out on his face. "This is perfect, Ép!" he exclaimed. "I'll call one of the boys to see if they can draw something up and make some copies." He grabbed his phone, quickly dialing a number. Éponine turned to put the rest of the photos away, but he was grabbing her hand and pulling her to him. "Thank you," he whispered, "You're amazing." He leaned down and gave her a small kiss. "Would you like to help out?"
Éponine nodded, excited to take a bigger part in this movement. I can help she thought, as he talked excitedly on the phone, I can make a difference.
