Chapter 13
Just got back from two days in London where I weaseled in three West End Shows! It was awesome! Best trip ever! Can you guess which ones (I said the first two) First person to guess get the next chapter dedicated to them and if they want I can tell them who Gavroche's Parents are.
Marius
Marius was finished eating and they all were still talking about about random things going on at the camp. Bahorel was discussing how he beat up some guy during a battle and Feuilly was going in and on about his craftsmanship when it came to making swords and shields.
Marius really enjoyed being at this camp. It was not at all what he had expected. Everyone here was kind and thoughtful and they actually enjoyed his presence.
He was included in conversations and he was treated like a real person. Cosette sneaked her hand over to Marius' hand and she held it. He dared to look her way and she wa staring at the ground. She was smiling and he held her hand as well.
Marius really liked Cosette. She was beautiful and very intelligent. Her sea blue eyes held an innocent sparkle that he immediately fell in love with. Cosette also had pearly white teeth that shined whenever she smiled.
Marius was so into his thoughts that he did not notice that people were gasping all around him.
"Ma-Marius?" He heard Courferyac say. He turned to face him.
"What?" Marius replied. Bousset pointed above his head and Marius stared up in awe. Above his head was a blue symbol. He recognized it as Poseidon's symbol.
"You're the son of Poseidon!"
Eponine
"So how'd you find out?" Eponine asked as she helped Enjolras brush the horses.
"About being a half-blood?" She nodded. He cringed at the memories of his first encounter. He suddenly froze as a particularly horrible flashback hit him. He remembered it, his old life a life that consisted purely of pain, a life that had hardened him into the man he was today.
"Are you okay?"
He hesitated as he recovered then took a deep breath. "Fine."
"You look a little-"
"I'm fine." He repeated more firmly.
"How old were you?" She pressed, trying to find out
"I'm sorry I just- I can't talk about this right now."
"Um...ok." She wanted to know what had happened but she knew pushing would only make him push her away.
After a beat he took a breath. "When I was younger I ran away I stumbled into a few of my friends here, Courfeyrac and Combeferre, and luckily they knew where they were going and showed me here."
"Are they still here now?"
"Yeah We'll meet them at dinner." She smiled.
"I'm looking forward to that." The bell sounded indicating it was dinner time. He smiled and she couldn't help but think about how adorable his smile was. "Time to eat." They put up the brushes and he grabbed her hand to lead her to the dinner pavilion.
"How many people are at this camp?" She asked gazing around at the different groups of people heading towards where they ate dinner.
"I have no-" But she wasn't listening anymore. Her gaze was transfixed on the boy with light brown hair, green eyes and a face full of freckles. He was cute to say the least and something about his light and easy smile just made her want to talk to him, to make him laugh. She couldn't help but imagine their life together as cheesy as that sounds. He was perfect and he was about to be hers.