A Star within the Barricade
The Next day passed rather suddenly, as she awoke on her own - Javert being at work as expected; she thought the day would be dragging as it was the previous morning. But it wasn't. She was surprised to say the least as her anticipation for his return seemed to melt away the hours which she waited. Marianne didn't understand her sudden craving for Javert's company, it was as if she was drawn to him. Without him, she just felt a little empty. Waiting for him to return. Her eyes often going to the door with every small noise, hoping it'd be him. She knew things had changed, really changed. But she wasn't sure how to approach it. It was as if under his harsh exterior was another man; a man so kind and gentle just waiting to come out. Perhaps she was lonely? She hadn't known real affection since the days prior to her mother's change. He offered her his home openly, looked after her in a way no one had before...
Marianne was scared, mostly of the feelings she wasn't used to and the likely chance he wouldn't feel the same. He was so dedicated to his work it was unlikely he'd even cast a glance her way; this was only his duty. But all her doubts and worries melted away as he walked through the door and she saw his face for the first time that day. "Javert!" She smiled, perhaps giving far too much away with her overly enthusiastic greeting.
As he walked through the door, he had half expected her to be asleep. He had slightly hoped it; looking into her eyes had began to unnerve him. What was the sweetest of surprises was the look he gave her upon entry; her eyes wide and cheeks slightly red in a delicate rose-like blush, her lips gently parted and curved into a generous grin, just for him. A Pleasure he kept hidden under his usual blank expression. Her voice, so happy as it called his name, confirming her delight in his return. Something he wasn't used to. Having someone waiting eagerly for his return. It was an overwhelming collection of pleasures, to be missed so much and welcomed so warmly. To see her face so peachy compared to what it once was - a bittersweet reminder of her health growing. But also the sound of his own name upon her gentle lips. Strange and yet effecting as it was to hear it; welcomed nonetheless.
"How was your day then?" Marianne sat up, smiling wildly as he sat upon the edge of the bed beside her. "Unfortunately for you; not very exciting." He smirked a little at the expression slight disappointment upon her lips. "I suppose it isn't too bad, no shocking stories but at least it was a good day?" Marianne sat up on her own, able to lift herself from the pillows without even a wince. She was becoming stronger and less in pain by the day. Something which delighted and worried him. Knowing she would soon be able to probably walk about without assistance; then able to leave...
He would've thought on that further if her voice hadn't broken into his trail of thoughts. "Javert?" She smiled up at him once more, dazzling him with her kind grin. He looked down to his hands which held his hat, nervously pushing down the anxiety which arose when he was near her; "Sorry - The day was fine." He was curt, as he often was with her. Marianne felt a pang of disappointment towards his on-and-off cold attitude. She didn't know how to melt beyond the icy exterior he remained sheltered by. Yet as she looked at him, all of her disappointment was gone and she felt a revived sense of excitement towards his presence. "You seem rather down, how can I cheer you up!" Marianne began to lean further over, her lips curved into a gentle grin. Javert meanwhile leaned back, feeling another rush of anxiety. "It's nothing. I assure you I'm quite fine." He cleared his throat sternly, standing to place his hat and jacket away as a distraction. He very reluctantly sat back upon the bed, watching Marianne suspiciously - and rightly so.
Marianne leaped forward with a loud squeal, taking Javert off guard completely for the attack which she was about to unleash. She began to tickle him; at first he had expected the worst of her lunging and then he felt exactly what she was doing "S-..Stop that!" He fought his urge to laugh but it was of no use as each time she tickled his defenses fell away, resulting in some embarrassing spurts of hysterical laughter. Marianne relished it; it was a rare delight for her to see him openly laughing and grinning. She felt something inside her simply elate. But it was all short lived as he quickly regained control and managed to flip her over with little effort and inflict the same upon her, making her wriggled beneith him and laugh like a mad woman.
"JAVERT! I...I CANNOT BREATH!" Marianne squealed, slapping his chest gently but laughing nonetheless. His hands remained upon her waist, eventually he stopped his attack and it ended with them both laughing equally as enthusiastically at each other. Both glancing to the other as the laughter died away and all that remained was an increasingly awkward position of Marianne on her back with Javert leaning intently over her. They both went quiet, ice dancing in the silence between them and twinkling gently with its clear awkwardness. Until Javert jumped up and went off rather quickly in the other direction "I have things I need to attend to." He didn't even cast a glance back at her as he walked away; leaving on the sound of his heavy boots upon the floor between them. She lay back on the bed, staring up at the canopy again and wondering what exactly she had did wrong. She stared out into the distance with a sigh. She was once again on her own.
After a short while he returned with some dinner as expected. Once he was gone for more than a moment Marianne suspected he had directed his mind to other things. She also noticed he was rather distant today; No longer sitting so close on the bed but keeping as far away as possible without looking blatantly dismissive. Although it did seem that way regardless.
"What is wrong?" Marianne couldn't remain silent, although they had both eaten in silence, now there was no distraction or meaning to, it was just irritating for her to sit through. "What?" He turned towards her; his face vacant of any signs of understanding to her question. His eyes cold. He was a smooth liar.
"You know exactly what I'm referring to, one moment you're nice and kind, you smile. Then within a second later you're cold and hidden away under that mask you're wearing now. I can't understand why you act this way with me, do I offend you? did I upset you?" She looked towards him, eyes wide and awaiting a harsh retort or perhaps the words she desperately didn't want to hear.
But, instead he simply scowled and looked directly at her. His eyes once again distant. "I'm not offended, nor am I remotely upset. Don't be so silly to assume that." He looked away from her, eyes for a moment cast downwards to the floor in front of him. Marianne nibbled gently upon her lip as she sat silently. She wasn't sure what to say in reply, but in a meek voice she eventually managed something. "If I make you uncomfortable you need only say; Javert I consider you a good friend of mine with all you have done for me, I want us to be okay with each-other, Honest even."
Javert felt suddenly sick, not as an illness but more nervousness. He was an honest man, no doubt about it. Every inch of him was dedicated to truth and justice. Yet here he was, lying. Denying her the right to a truthful answer. How exactly could he word the fact that his world was changing? how could he voice the fact that he felt something more for her, something he couldn't identify but it was there. Instead he cleared his throat, stood up and glanced towards her - which proved to be a mistake.
She was so small in the bed, tiny like a little doll. Skin like fine porcelain and beautiful brown hair - average features in most people's view, but outstanding in his. He remained standing for a moment too long, her lips parting to speak. "Do I?" Her voice quivering a little, her eyes searching his blank features for a sign.
"No." He spoke curtly, offering her no insight to his mind. "I hope not." Marianne smiled gently, although difficult she managed to get to her feet, walking slowly towards him. With every step causing an unspoken panic within Javert. She held out her hand, which he instantly took as his mind continued playing images of her falling.
Her eyes searched his, scanning and looking for something. She sighed after a moment before she began to speak. "Call me foolish with my words; but I care about you deeply Javert." Marianne looked down to their hands; smiling slightly as they held together. "I hope you don't find this too forward of me. I can't say I've ever felt so close to someone like this before and it is my nature to be honest." Marianne wanted to look up, to see his face. His reaction.
But she didn't dare.
Marianne stood silently. Waiting for a reply and yet she got nothing. In fact; they stopped talking after that sentence Javert simply walked from the room and didn't look back. He didn't look at her after that until the next morning, leaving her painfully unaware of how he felt, his reaction. Assuming the worst.
Of course, after the hours of silence between them both, the following day after his usual patrolling, he finally spoke. "As you're regaining some strength I thought it best to get you something more suitable to wear out of bed." He cleared his throat and gestured to a few small bags. He looked from the floor to her for a moment. She sat up on the bed with the a gentle smile. "You didn't have to, I feel indebted so much already. I must owe you a fortune." Marianne stood up slowly with a sigh.
Javert simply grumbled something about it being "nothing" and walked from the room briskly. She didn't change at first, considering she was just lying in bed until he returned with dinner as had become custom. They ate silently at first. "As I'm getting more used to being able to walk, getting stronger by the day..I was thinking maybe in a day or so I'd be able to leave, I don't wish to burden you further with my presence." Marianne looked from her plate, toying with bread to be greeted with a pair of stormy eyes. "No" He answered straight, as if ordering her to be silent. Marianne couldn't help but raise her eyebrow towards his word. "Pardon?"
Javert felt rather annoyed at her request, or mention of her leaving. It had seemed to escape his mind completely that she would have to leave eventually. He planned on delaying it for as long as he could. Maybe even put off the idea of her leaving completely. "I don't think its right for you to go back to that place; you're weak and you will be for a while. You're safe here and I don't mind you staying for as long as you need." He spoke smoothly. Marianne, meanwhile. Looked rather confused.
"I can't just stay here, this is your home I don't feel right burdening you." Marianne toyed with her bread again and Javert placed his own plate upon the bed with a scowl. "I have this room I don't use other than for the wardrobe space. I'm rarely here as my duty means I'm often out, you would be safe here, warm here. It is for the best and I don't think of your presence as a burden. As you said yesterday we are..." He paused. Marianne smiling slightly as he remained silent. "Friends?"
He coughed and nodded. "I suppose that is right."
"I can pay for my keep of course, once I get back to Maurice and all.." Marianne smiled a little. Javert knew she probably didn't earn much, and that she did earn would be better spent upon herself. He would've voiced this but he knew it'd simply cause offense. "Fair enough."
And with those words they had a new arrangement, one which worked best for them both and they were both equally comfortable with it. The next day Marianne woke early enough for a change to see Javert before he left for a day of work.
"Looking so smart as always Inspector." Marianne laughed, fixing his jacket slightly. He had such organized life, it made her laugh rather excessively to see something so disorganized. He scowled at his little error, which just invited more laughing and scowls from both parties.
He was gone shortly after, leaving her rather happily killing the time by cleaning the house and making everything neater. It was surprising to see the house for the first time, to look at it clearly and see a slice of Javert she hadn't before. Everything minimal and every basic, practical.
Nothing too frivolous in the rest of the house and yet it still spoke with the type of environment you would expect of a well favored inspector. Simple, Practical but within that rather beautiful. The building itself was also lovely. Marianne found herself awestruck. He had clearly worked hard all of his life and it all was displayed with various things highlighting his achievements.
Marianne continued to clean and organize until time seemed to slip past and left her with a spare hour or so until she thought he would come back. She stared down at her own clothing with a tiny scowl. She was still in bed clothes and since her bathing had once again grown a little dirty. She felt embarrassed.
Something inside her wanted to look pretty for Javert. Pretty...How odd for a woman of her standing to want to look pretty. It was practically unheard of and yet here she was, desiring to be beautiful.
Marianne took the chance to have a bath; cleaning her skin and scrubbing it until it tingled.
After that she dried herself off and cleaned up after herself; making sure the water was disposed off properly and the tub put away. Everything looked in order until she began to fix her hair and change into the clothes which Javert had bought her. They were so expensive she felt herself blush at simply wearing them. She had never been used to such fine clothing. Perhaps she even felt guilty with wearing it. It must have cost a fortune..
She tied her hair up as she usually would, singing softly as she did. Moving each curl into place with her fingers by memory until it was all up into a satisfactory bun.
She found herself giggling and even spinning around the room gently in the dress, it swooshed around her, the fine silks basking in the breeze she made deliciously and evoking more joy. It was only when she turned and stopped giggling away to herself she met the eyes of Javert, who stood in the door way with one risen eyebrow. Watching her.
"Oh!" Marianne blushed, feeling rather odd. "I'm...I was." Marianne stuttered and Javert strangely laughed. "Don't explain it was a nice change for someone to be smiling." Javert walked forward, picking up a bag which Marianne hadn't looked in. He removed a rather pretty while bonnet and placed it upon her head, tying the ribbon under her chin and after doing so tugging it gently into what she could imagine to be perfect placement. "There." He smirked, although scowling gently as a curl fell to her face.
"Oops." Marianne laughed and pushed it from her face, Javert meanwhile restrained from fixing it. "So, what do you think, Could there be a lady in me yet?" Marianne twirled deliciously, laughing openly and performing an elaborate courtesy. Javert smirked gently and stood back as if to past judgement. "I believe the lady was always there." He offered her his hand and she took it with another loud trill of laughter. He spun her around with such expertise she couldn't help but he shocked. "And you are quite the gentleman!"
Javert's lips twitched a little and Marianne nudged him with her elbow as they walked side by side. "You're so happy today!" Marianne squeezed his arm as she linked her own in it. He looked towards her on his side and couldn't help but feel strangely content that she was there. "Perhaps you're simply rubbing off on me."
"Good, you need to smile more!" Marianne gave another squeeze and he couldn't stop himself from smiling for once. Although, as she was so close he felt the familiar sickly tingle of nervousness and his whole body was slightly more rigid as he walked. Tense with every step..Nervous like a child.
"So where are you leading me off?" Marianne couldn't help but get giddy as he walked from the house to the streets. "I hope I don't disappoint, but I think it best you get some fresh air after being so cooped up." He continued to walk and led her down the lived in a rather peaceful part of Paris, the parts where she was rarely welcomed. Yet as she walked down the street, those who would usually turn up their nose at the sight of her smiled and nodded in respect to her and Javert.
Marianne looked down as they turned their attention to her. Feeling insecure with every glance as they would usually mumble harsh words. Yet all they did was smile kindly.
"What's wrong?" He asked in his usual curt manner. Glancing down to her with his usual blank demeanor. "Nothing I'm just not used to all of this, is all." Marianne sighed and Javert tapped her hand in a awkward comforting gesture. "You'll get used to it soon enough." They continued to walk as she spoke; "Yes, I'm just used to everything being different. Treated differently, people don't usually be all polite with me you see." Javert scowled a little, he understood why this was, the prejudice between the rich and poor was obvious and yet knowing she was treated poorly; knowing this for certain as he treated her that way once himself. It annoyed him beyond words. "I'll see to it that you're treated in the manner a lady should be." His arm seemed to tighten around hers, pulling her a fraction of an inch closer.
They reached the central market and Javert was surprising in this environment, a woman holding flowers came towards them both and he made sure to buy the most impressive and paid perhaps double what would be considered a fair price, causing the woman to grin and thank him endlessly for his generosity. They walked arm in arm, occasionally buying groceries for their dinner whilst Marianne toyed with her rose. "So pretty, thank-you." Marianne smiled up towards him - and although he paid more than he would usually (in fact, he wouldn't have purchased it usually) it was all the more worth it to see her so happy with it. They reached a small bakery stall, where Javert was known to the baker who shamelessly complimented Marianne. Causing her to blush and laugh openly whilst irritating Javert and giving him the urge to hide her away back in his house and not allow others to see her, or speak to her in the manner in which he did. The fact the man made her laugh like that, made her lean in gently and touch his shoulder in a friendly manner and smile toward him like she did made him strangely annoyed. Wanting to hide her away from anyone else but himself - to keep her smiles and laughter for his own viewing.
Javert wasn't at all reluctant to drag her off whilst the Baker began talking about her as "One to hold on to." They continued down the small paths of the market until a loud shout stopped them in their tracks; "MARI'! MARI'!" A loud and yet tiny voice shouting out towards them both made Marianne turn around and gasp with joy. At the gasp Javert turned, expecting perhaps she was shocked or worried - But the sight of a small long blond haired boy running into her open arms simply baffled him. On closer inspection he realized it was the irritating little Gavroche.
"Where have you been I thought you died" The boy clung to Marianne, making Javert almost jealous as she squealed and openly kissed his cheek. "Ah! as if I'd leave you." She giggled openly and began leaning up, holding the boy's hand and dragging him into her side and another squeeze. Another twinge of jealousy for Javert.
"Oh, Gavroche, this is.." The boy cut her off with a scowl upon his face. "Inspector Javert!" He spoke with disgust and openly seemed offended at Marianne being near the inspector. "Yes, you know each-other then?" Marianne's kind eyes flickered between them both, Javert scowling and Gavroche the same. "He has many disputes with the law, I must get the most complaints about him." He looked down with his usual cold eyes and blank expression.
Gavroche meanwhile continued to stare down Javert as if he was as tall as he. "And he's a Pompous-.." Marianne cut the boy off with a scowl. "Gavroche, the inspector saved my life and has been nothing but kind to me. He is my friend and I won't have you treating him like nothing less than that." Gavroche looked up at Marianne, dying to defy her words but he seemed to sigh and nod, agreeing reluctantly. "Fine, I nearly didn't know it was you Mari', your clothes 'n' all you'd be thinkin' your a right proper lady." Marianne laughed a little and tugged him closer to her side. "I'm still who I've always been, just a new dress is' all." She kissed the boys head and he smiled up towards her, his eyes filled with such warmth you'd think she was his sister, or even mother. "I know, I heard your laugh from about half the square away."
She nudged the boy gently and began to giggle. "Don't be cheeky." He mumbled and apology and she scruffed his hair up, causing him to complain. "You look adorable, doesn't he Javert?" She looked up towards Javert - Who stared down at the pair with a blank expression. It was strange to see Marianne so at ease with a child, no maternal and nurturing. "Yes, yes, if you say." He looked up from the pair, awkwardly scanning the scene. It was almost second nature to look out for anything breaking the rules.
Marianne was absorbed in the boy until he noticed he was getting dragged off by a small arm. "Javert! come on!" She squealed and it didn't take long for him to catch the pair up. He was almost irritated at the child for trying to drag her away. "You're missing it!" He dragged her off and caused Javert to even speed up his usually adequate stride. They eventually sunk into a growing crowd, He got anxious as Marianne slipped away with Gavroche and left him in a panic looking for her. He was oddly protective of her, the fact she was gone from his eyesight made him feel physically ill. He only found her again when someone moved and gave him view into her further in the crowd. It didn't take long but he was eventually side by side with Marianne, who clung onto Gavroche.
He didn't understand the fuss, the electricity in the crowd around them - Until the familiar faces of the rebelling school boys came into his sight. Enjolras, Grantaire and Marius Pontmercy. Enjolras's voice and words leading those around him to chant in agreement whilst Marius continued the electricity by speaking also, although not with the raw intensity and charisma of his leader. Grantaire meanwhile simply toasted them and often found himself in the bottom of a wine bottle. He was disappointed to see Marianne swept in it all, her eyes bright and wide with wonder and understanding. Becoming engrossed in Enjolras's words as did the rest of the crowd. But perhaps what irritated him the most was the look Grantaire gave her as he noticed her in the crowd, pulling the bottle from his lips and openly smirking towards her - catching her attention also. She gave a small wave and he held the bottle and cheered towards her "MARIANNE!" He shouted openly, laughing and continuing to wave the bottle towards her - Causing her to burst out giggling with a soft blush on her pale skin.
Javert was annoyed, more than annoyed - angry. Grantaire openly stared at her for a moment like she was meat. The fact irritating him and driving him to near madness. But as he called her name, bringing the attention of the other two men on the platform's eyes to her. Enjolras smiling discretely at her, but more focused on the subject he was preaching. Whilst the other, Marius, who he knew to be related to the wealthy man Monsieur Gillenormand - Marius's grandfather. He looked towards her, vaguely recognizing her, searching with his eyes and then something changed. The look, first brief and distracted to something new, larger.
Javert recognized it as he had looked at her the very same way, the way his breath constricted and his eyes widened. The awestruck expression upon his face as he watched her for a moment. The sudden dreamy expression as he looked directly towards her as she smiled - He was falling for her and Javert felt everything inside him twist and recoil to the point of sheer madness. In that moment he grabbed Marianne's small wrist in his own unintentionally tight grasp and dragged her from the crowd into the direction she once came - The gazes of the three men following them as they departed through the crowd.
"What's wrong!" Marianne was breathless once they reached the outskirts of the crowds. "You seem so angry?"
Javert had lost his cool facade and simply looked as he felt. Angered, hurt, jealous. He didn't know what to say..How could he tell her that he was jealous of something she didn't even seem aware of?
"I can't listen to those school boys talking of a revolution. It is against my sworn duty. You expect me to stand and listen to them defiling my way of life and simply be calm? simply bow down to them as they fall from honorable ways of life for foolish ambition?" Javert stormed off, leaving Marianne trailing nervously behind.
"I didn't know you felt that way, Gavroche is so excited by it all he just wanted me to go there - No harm!" Marianne placed her hand upon his shoulder, her touch soothing and infuriating. "Ah yes, although you seem rather friendly with them don't you - so very comfortable with the drunk it seems?" Javert didn't mean what he said and yet he was speaking it. He knew it was stupid but he couldn't stop himself - "The virtuous Marianne, acting so pure and innocent in the light but it's all a facade isn't it?. No doubt you would find the drunk's company more entertaining than myself I'm sure."
"How dare you, Javert you know I am not like that - after all I have shared to you and confided you with and you dare say that?" Marianne felt her chest heave with a heavy breath of air in her anger. "I know you are mad, but never question me in such a manner, I am not some whore!" Her voice raised to the point that it seemed to alert the irritating little Gavroche back to her side, taking her hand in his own little one and scowling by her side "What did he say!? What did he do!?" Gavroche acting as if he would try and square off with Javert to defend Marianne.
"It's nothing. Don't worry dear." She kissed his little head again and her gentle, soothing touch calmed him down. Javert stared at Marianne for a long time, glaring even. Until eventually he forced himself to calm down. "I'm sorry." He cleared his throat, staring down at his own shoes. "I acted out of order, very much so to a lady and I'm sorry I even spoke a word in such a tone with you. I don't even deserve forgiveness for treating you that way." He felt the weight of his accusations on his shoulders, treating her no more like scum on the streets for a second time; after all she had done and said in the open kindness of her heart.
She stared for a long moment, clearing her throat and glancing down to Gavroche who remained like a trained guarding puppy at her side. "It's alright, you were mad, is all."
"I don't deserve your forgiveness Marianne." He spoke solemnly and began to walk again, Marianne and Gavroche at his side, pacing behind by a step or two.
They walked silently, Gavroche discussing his elephant which he was proud off. He lived in the abandoned fountain with some other children - Javert felt almost sorry for the boy, in his rags and looking a little thin. He was so poor, Javert was sure he rarely ate. "Come, you can have dinner with us if you wish, boy?" He looked down at Gavroche. Forcing the words out. So often he had dealt with the boy's tricks. Dealt with men and women complaining endlessly about his games. The boy glared up to him, staring him as if he were at eye level. Marianne rubbed the boys shoulder and he grumbled an agreement.
They all returned to the house. Marianne laughing gently as Gavroche made his comfort known as he and Marianne sat near the fire. They ate together, Although Javert felt slightly cut out of the conversation between Gavroche and Marianne as she cuddled and seemed to treat the child as if he were her own. Kissing his head and laughing at his little jokes. Javert spoke on occasion to the child but he felt mostly uncomfortable in knowing the boy had a similar upbringing to his own; perhaps his parents were dead or just neglectful and he had to make his own way in the world. Just as he had.
But in the conversations he was enlightened, the boy was rather smart. Although perhaps lacking real education he had a good sense of the world and seemed a very good judge of character. After their small conversations at least the boy was more hospitable towards him. Perhaps even trusting him a little more, as he noted when he spoke to Marianne the boy no longer scowled or became irritated at their friendliness.
By the end of the day Marianne was in bed, Gavroche next to her, cuddled up against her. Once again Javert was ashamed of the jealousy he felt. But it didn't last long as once Marianne noticed his presence and ordered he read to them. Which, although he would do without question for Marianne, with Gavroche beside he simply made me annoyed. But, he did as she asked and picked up his book of fairy tales by the Grimm brothers which he thought suitable for a child. He began the story of the frog prince, making both Marianne and Gavroche argue over kissing the frog; Marianne said it was simple as it was the right thing to do, whilst Gavroche complained it was disgusting and she should've threw the frog rather than kiss the thing - Javert couldn't stop himself from laughing as it was exactly his reaction also. But Marianne, the hopeless romantic that she was remained vigilant that kissing the frog was the right thing. Once they reached some other fairy tales the comments died down until only silence prevailed. Leaving Javert finishing the second story and closing the book - Finding Marianne cuddled against him (To which he had no objection to - In fact, he felt nicely warm at the contact) And Gavroche on her side in the same manner, which he had more disapproval over. He knew it best to move but as he slightly pulled away her hands restricted upon his arm and he felt almost wrong moving away from her. She nuzzled slightly against him and sighed as she went back into a deep state of sleep, her sigh so soft, if he hadn't been paying such close attention he would've missed it.
Without too much guilt in the matter, he sunk back against the bed and allowed himself to drift away, The feeling of Mariannes gentle breath against his neck like his own personal little lullaby to help him sleep. Although improper and perhaps very disapproved for him to do this, he decided it was for the best; he was there already and she seemed intent to keep him there. It was logical.
He let his decision that his choice was the logical one to ease his more strict and proper conscious on the matter and simply fell asleep beside the pair. Dreaming and hoping of things which he didn't think he ever would...
:) Hopefully not too much OC for Javert, but I can't help it, it's my story anyhow! Sorry for the long wait, life and all that. But I did enjoy writing a bit longer this time to compensate, AND to include Gavroche. I do love little Gavroche. I can't help but see the adorable boy from the musical movie when I think of him. The lil' cutie. I hope you don't mind me making Marius a bit mushy on Marianne, but he does seem to have a thing for strange women he barely knows in pretty dresses and Bonnets, so it's not too bad right?
Also, as Jean Valjean ultimately changed when he found faith/love, expect Javert to change! He's already had faith and He'll find love in this story, so bring on the change of heart and better man stuff...For now until the revolution kicks off and he see's 24601 again ;)
But there will be plenty of Marianne/Javert bonding before that - with some cheeky little Gavroche bonding in the middle - Along with some flirty Grantaire to throw in a bit of competition naturally :DD
Hope you enjoyed reading - Thank-you for the reviews, your feedback means a lot and helps me when it comes to writing, especially since it's my first fanfic.
Your support is appreciated, so Thank-you again!
Jenny xx