A few months later, the couple had settled into a routine of somewhat domesticity. Sophie would go to the market and pass out bread to the beggars, and Enjolras would keep her far from the cafe Musain. She would purchase some books, preferably enlightenment material and visit with some ladies that she had met while shopping. The nights, were often spent in her apartment, reading, talking, kissing, or an assortment of all three.
"I've told them, that we're no longer together mon amour." Enjolras commented, kissing her hand. Sophie batted her eyelashes in confusion and shook her head. "Why would you do that?"
He looked at her in surprise, the hurt in her voice was obvious. "Well, so we can plan our revolution! The past few months have been amazing, but they've focused on nothing but you and me. I'm the leader, I have to appear strong. And I can do that...and still focus on you. But they don't need to know that my mind is so evenly divided."
Sophie gently pushed his hands away. "I don't want you to hide me Enjolras. It's not fair to me."She hadn't been to the cafe for a while, by Enjolras' doing. "When did you do it?"
He gave her an uncomfortable look."A few months ago..." He said, trailing off and walking around her apartment. Sophie sat on her couch and put her head in her hands. "Why would you wait this long to tell me then?"
"I was afraid of how you'd take it."
Sophie sighed. "Alright. I see you what you mean. I'll keep it a secret."
"But Gav and them still want to see you, so we can-"
"Pretend. Fine. Enjolras, I'll play your game, but...there's something I want in return." She said with a mischievous grin. He blushed, Enjolras was getting used to this relationship thing but that didn't make him any less susceptible to her feminine wiles. Sophie stood on the tiptoes of her slippers and kissed him, locking her fingers in his curly hair. She pulled away, only when she was certain that he'd be out of breath.
"Since I can't do that outside of this apartment...I'll have to do that more whenever we're here." She said kissing his cheek. "And even though it's going to break my heart to even pretend that we've separated, I will fight for the people now matter what."
Enjolras beamed at her. "There's my little revolutionary." He said, nicking her chin lightly. "I need to get to the cafe...are you coming?"
"I'll go first, they'll probably want my side of the story." Sophie said, tying her cap on and kissing his cheek. She swayed her hips side to side, biting her lip trying to hide her laughter. Her suitor groaned in exasperation as she walked the few blocks to the cafe Musain.
Upon opening the door and placing her cap on a clean (hopefully) table, Sophie was greeted like an old friend. Gavroche clung to her waist and refused to left go. "Sophie!"
"Mon amie Sophie!" Grantaire said, wrapping her in a hug. Sophie smiled. half-heartedly (she was in character after all). "How are you Grantaire?"
"More importantly, how are you? Some wine and say what's going on..." He said, pouring her a glass of wine. She gratefully took the glass and gulped it down. "Mon amie, slow down!" Grantaire exclaimed.
"My apologies Taire, I've just been deeply upset, but I've decided to work past my feelings and help with the revolution." Sophie replied.
The door swung open, and Sophie willed herself to look away in sadness. Enjolras managed to look at her as though she was simply a piece of furniture. "Mademoiselle, glad you've come to your senses finally. Gentlemen, lady, we have work to do." He said coldly, walking past her.
Sophie could not believe how realistic his coldness seemed. A cool tear slid down her burning cheek. Grantaire kissed her cheek and held her hand. "Mon amie, don't take it so hard...he's a blockheaded dolt sometimes." Sophie shook her head and a soft sob escaped her lips. Grantaire clucked sympathetically and embraced her.
Enjolras glared at his friend, hugging her as she cried softly into his shoulder. He instantly felt horrible but turned back to his work.
Sophie wiped the tears from her face and grabbed a gun, and began to clean it. Courfeyrac looked at her in surprise. "You know how to clean guns pretty mademoiselle?"
"I'm not just a pretty face Courf...I had a father and two brothers...until they died." She replied quietly. Courfeyrac smiled at her and picked up another gun and began to clean it.
Meanwhile, Grantaire advanced over to Enjolras. "How could you say that to her? I know you're an insensitive arsehole sometimes but-" The look Enjolras turned on him silenced him just as quickly.
"She, is none of my concern right now. We've been over this Grantaire! I have work to do. I can't focus on a revolution with some stupid moon eyed girl." He snapped loudly. The whole cafe was dead silent. Sophie ignored him and went back to cleaning her gun.
"Sophie, d'you want to go out with me sometime? I'm not bad company, I promise." Courfeyrac asked loudly, in the dead silence. Enjolras forced himself to look over in disdainful surprise. She smiled, and gently let him down. "Courf, I'm not in any position right now to be starting a relationship...there is a higher cause." She said, before requesting a new glass of wine.
"And I do not doubt your company." She smiled.
"Mademoiselle, here you are!" Thenardier exclaimed, handing her a dirty looking mug filled to the brim.
Grantaire shot him a look. "I am paying for the lady's drinks monsieur." He said flatly, before bending to her ear. "They will try to make you as inebriated as they can, so that you'll spend more money. Be careful." She nodded in understanding. They needed to work.