Disclaimer: Kanashimi: Korin owns not Jehan Prouvaire, though if you're selling him, she's willing to pay quite a lot of money...
They Call Me Serenity
Her hair is a beautiful dark raven and curls gloriously about her shoulders, and her deep purple eyes captivate me. Her clothes are of strange material and of the design of a man's. How she came here I know not, but I pray she never leaves. Enjolras glares over at her, his own blue eyes flashing in anger.
"Mam'selle, kindly leave. You have no place here."
She glares back, small white hands on her shapely hips. "For your information, Enjy, I came here to tell you that you might are well stop your stupid revolution now, or you'll all die. And if you won't, well, I'm taking Jean Prouvaire home with me. No way I'll let him croak."
Me! She spoke of me! She turns my way, expression softening, Enjolras sputtering behind her. I stand immediately and she takes my hand in her delicate one.
"You'll come, right? No way you want to die for this junk? I write poetry, by the way."
Oh, dieu. I am in love. I am in love with her tiptilted nose, her lovely smile, her song-like voice, her long eyelashes. I love her odd speech more than life.
"Marry me, please."
"Like, sure thing, man."
They Call Me Serenity
Her hair is a beautiful dark raven and curls gloriously about her shoulders, and her deep purple eyes captivate me. Her clothes are of strange material and of the design of a man's. How she came here I know not, but I pray she never leaves. Enjolras glares over at her, his own blue eyes flashing in anger.
"Mam'selle, kindly leave. You have no place here."
She glares back, small white hands on her shapely hips. "For your information, Enjy, I came here to tell you that you might are well stop your stupid revolution now, or you'll all die. And if you won't, well, I'm taking Jean Prouvaire home with me. No way I'll let him croak."
Me! She spoke of me! She turns my way, expression softening, Enjolras sputtering behind her. I stand immediately and she takes my hand in her delicate one.
"You'll come, right? No way you want to die for this junk? I write poetry, by the way."
Oh, dieu. I am in love. I am in love with her tiptilted nose, her lovely smile, her song-like voice, her long eyelashes. I love her odd speech more than life.
"Marry me, please."
"Like, sure thing, man."