A/N: I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN FOREVER! I was busy Yay so it's all sunshine and rainbows for Eponine and Enjolras ahahahhahahahah watch out there's a storm coming. Whenever I say there's a storm coming I always think of Silena Kyle saying that to Bruce Wayne… On another note, does anybody happen to know where Aaron Tveit lives? I'm going to New York soon and I. Must. Find. Him. That sounded kind of creepy…
The rest of the week seemed to fly by. Colin had proved himself to be invaluable to the revolution, and he managed to bring in more and more people daily. He couldn't gain the support of his brother and his brother's friends, but that was just a small percentage when compared to the amount of others he had already brought in.
Enjolras, Eponine, and Colin also tried to have meetings every day so they could best fill in Colin on all the fine details that are key to the whole scheme of things. In no time, Colin seemed to know all of Enjolras' intricate plans like the back of his hand. Eponine and Enjolras would soon have to depart for Paris soon, but before they started to make plans for Colin and everyone who had pledged their support to come to Paris just before the fighting started. Those were the details that the three were currently discussing a little café by a river.
"We will send for you a week before the revolution. I want you to send forth most of the supporters to Paris, but keep a couple in Provence to pass on the word of what is happening there," Enjolras said taking a sip of his black coffee. Black, a world about to dawn.
"I shall select a husband or father so I can manage to keep them away from the fighting so they can return to their loved ones," Colin said absentmindedly.
"Colin, do you think that you could come to Paris with us? You don't have to stay long, I just think it would be nice for you to see where the heart of the revolution is. Maybe you could even meet some of the supporters from the streets over there, such as Henri and his friends," Eponine suggested casually taking a small sip of her tea. At her words, Colin's eyes alit with excitement.
"You want me to come to Paris? That would be perfect! Enjolras, do you permit it?" Colin asked with his eyes ablaze. Enjolras looked as though he wanted to protest. He believed that Colin should stay in Provence and continue to rally the people there, but he found himself giving in at the sight of Colin's face.
"Of course I do. You shall stay with us in my flat; we would love to have you," Enjolras said graciously. Eponine wondered when Enjolras said 'us,' he meant her as well. She had assumed that he would send her back to the streets, but maybe he had other intentions. Eponine wasn't a shy person, so she had no problem stating her confusion.
"Can I stay with you too?" Eponine asked boldly. Enjolras looked surprised that she had considered that he wouldn't want her to automatically come home with him. Enjolras suddenly snapped out of his revolutionary mode and stared at her softly as he grasped her hands.
"Eponine, I wouldn't want you to be anywhere else than with me. I love you," Enjolras said stroking her face. He was overcome with a sudden desire, and he reached forward and grabbed her neck, trapping Eponine in a passionate kiss. Eponine was surprised at first; he normally didn't do this sort of thing, and he never did it in public. After a moment, she began to reciprocate the kiss, pulling Enjolras deeper in.
Colin didn't know where to look. At first he thought the kiss would surely end in a moment, but he was absolutely wrong. He began to read over some of the notes that Enjolras had written, but he could still tell that Eponine and Enjolras were kissing. He could hear it. He tried reading over the notes again briefly before he looked up. He wished he hadn't glanced up seeing as Eponine and Enjolras were still going at it, and their passion had only increased.
Colin tried to awkwardly clear his throat, but the couple didn't seem to hear. Colin tried to act casual seeing as they were attracting glares from other people in the café. He tried clearing his throat again, and he leaned his elbow on the table. Unfortunately, his elbow didn't quite make the table, and he went crashing to the floor.
No reaction from the happy couple.
"So Enjolras, these notes are quite in depth. You have some great points in here; I especially like the part…" Colin trailed off when he saw Enjolras was clearly more interested in Eponine's lips than in him. People were starting to really stare, point, and gawk at Eponine and Enjolras' loving and very public displays of affection, and that's when Colin decided to take action. He firmly placed one hand on Enjolras' shoulder and one on Eponine's and physically tried to separate them.
"I don't know if you two have forgotten, but we are in a public eating area!" Colin shouted at them. It was quite a sight, a boy with a furious blush trying to break apart such an intense kiss. It caused some of the people with a good sense of humor in the room to giggle, but others looked on in distaste.
Eponine and Enjolras were finally forced to separate, and they both looked at each with shocked expressions. Enjolras could not believe he had acted so intimately in such a public place. Eponine began to smirk when she realize how flustered Enjolras was.
"You got a little something right there," Colin said pointing to Enjolras' mouth. Eponine's smirk increased as she realized that Colin was referring to the lipstick she had imparted on his lips. Eponine whispered that to him informing him exactly what was on his lips, and he quickly began to wipe his mouth with his sleeve.
Colin knew he would never be able to un-see what he just witnessed. On that cheerful note, he decided that he should probably return home and flush his eyes out.
"I'm just going to leave now, I have a… violin lesson," Colin lied hurriedly before he slipped out of the café. Eponine laughed at his terrified expression and lightly shoved Enjolras' arm.
"You scared him away with your fervor and desire," Eponine teased causing Enjolras' already red face to deepen into a brilliant shade of scarlet.
"I do not know what came over me," Enjolras said drumming his fingers against the table. Eponine looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before speaking.
"I didn't mind it at all; in fact I would like it if you were to try it again," Eponine said hopefully staring deeply into Enjolras' eyes. He began to move forward as though he would kiss her again, but Eponine protested. "Not here! I was referring to later when we return to the privacy of the house!"
Enjolras shook his head in confusion. Eponine was making him lose control over his mind, and he couldn't figure out why. "I think we should get going then."
After their drinks were paid for, the couple immediately left for the mansion. The second they were inside, Enjolras resumed the kiss. Unfortunately, they were interrupted again. People seemed to constantly intrude on them, and frankly, it was immensely irritating.
"YOU BOY, HOW CAN YOU STAND TO TOUCH THE DIRT THAT YOU ARE CARRESSING?" someone bellowed causing Eponine and Enjolras to jump apart. Enjolras looked furiously at the man who had shouted, and he wasn't even surprised that it was Jacques. He was taken aback when he noticed Bertrand standing just behind him.
"What in the world are you going on about?" Enjolras asked, furious that he interrupted such a sweet moment. Enjolras could still feel his lips tingling where Eponine's had been moments ago.
"That girl is the problem. How can you even stand to look at her?" Jacques asked pointedly averting his eyes from Eponine's glare. She angrily put her hands on her hips at Jacques' harsh words.
"I know that you and I don't quite see eye to eye, but I think you are being a little dramatic," she responded gratingly as she tried to make eye contact with Jacques. He, however, was trying to look anywhere and everywhere other than Eponine.
"She is a street rat, and you still love her," Jacques said with his words tearing a hole through Eponine's façade. Enjolras stood still, completely caught unawares. How had Jacques figured out their little secret? He look disbelievingly between Jacques' stony face to Eponine's aghast expression and landed on Bertrand's smug face. Bertrand. The little git must have told Jacques everything! He had heard Eponine's heartfelt confession at the meeting and was most likely trying to get revenge for the way they had treated him.
"I will harm you so horribly that you won't even be able to dream of ever walking again," Enjolras warned sinisterly as he advanced toward Bertrand. Enjolras menacingly cracked his knuckles and balled up his fists causing Bertrand's smirk to slowly falter. It was back in an instant when Eponine decided to detain Enjolras by grabbing his arm and pulling him backwards. As much as she would love to see him injure Bertrand, she did not want any more trouble.
Enjolras reluctantly figured it was a good idea to back off for the moment, but Bertrand better watch his back as well as Jacques. Enjolras would give them the old one-two right after he finished off Monsieur Thenardier.
"Do not threaten Bertrand! He is a remarkable chap who is only doing his duty by informing me of the truth! His words are still ringing freshly within my ears, and I fear that I will never forget what he said. I still cannot believe what I know: my own nephew has a close relationship with filth from the streets! He fell in love with a piece of dirt that he found!" Jacques bellowed. Eponine thought he looked bizarre when he yelled; his face turned purple and he possessed a vein that would throb spectacularly. His mouth would not stop moving once it started, and his neck flopped along over the collar of his stiff shirt. Eponine would laugh at him if she didn't have such a heavy sinking feeling in her stomach knowing that he had discovered her true identity. Jacques shouted a few more insults before he seemed to slow his pace down.
"I love Eponine and I could not care less about your opinion! All week we have had to bear your derogatory comments about Eponine, and I am done! I hate you for all the words you have said in your miserable life. We may be related by blood, but we are not family. Eponine is my family, and so are Clara and Grantaire. My friends back in Paris are my brothers, but this stranger before me means nothing to me," Enjolras vociferated as he grabbed Eponine's hand. He needed to something with his own hands before he punched someone. Enjolras couldn't extract a memory of a time that he had been more enraged.
"You shall not speak to me so barbarously in the sanctity of my own home! You do not belong here, rebel, I demand you return to Paris at once!" Jacques said returning the venom in Enjolras' voice.
Upon hearing the raised voices, Aunt Agnes curiously entered the room to see an astringent Jacques and an equally angered Enjolras. Both were staring daggers at each other, and they seemed to be in a deadlock. Eponine stood behind Enjolras as she gripped onto his hand looking utterly ashamed. Bertrand was located a bit to the right of Jacques looking as though Christmas had come early.
"What in the world has happened here? I demand to know what is going on at once!" Aunt Agnes said with more vigor than Enjolras or Eponine had ever heard her speak with.
"My wife, can you believe what has happened? Eponine is not who she has been pretending to be; she has painted us this grand illusion only to let us down. She is not wealthy; she has no money to her name. She is an urchin from the streets, and she has probably been scavenging our house to nick our valuables! The very first time I met her, she was sneaking about in my corridor which is off limits," Jacques explained cruelly. Aunt Agnes did not even look surprised at first; in fact she did not seem to be disgusted by the truth at all. She offered Eponine a sympathetic look, but when she saw Jacques watching her, her attitude shifted entirely.
"Someone needs to take the garbage out. I say that our guests must leave tomorrow in the morning; I do not want associate with scum," Aunt Agnes stated devoid of emotion. Jacques seemed satisfied with his wife so he returned his attention back to Enjolras. Enjolras and Eponine were taken aback at Agnes' sudden change in disposition. They were assured somewhat when she cast them an apologetic look behind Jacques' back. Enjolras wondered if she was afraid of her husband.
"Jacques, leave them be for now. Let me deal with these two, and you can arrange a carriage to take them back come tomorrow," Aunt Agnes said gripping onto Enjolras and Eponine. Jacques seemed to be appeased with his wife's response, so he allowed her to take the two to a separate room to deal with them. Taking a deep sigh, Jacques strode away in the opposite direction that Aunt Agnes was leading the pair.
Once they were out of earshot, a sincerely apologetic looked sprouted onto Aunt Agnes' face. Her entire personality seemed to morph into something else when she was not with Jacques.
"I apologize profusely for how I treated you two back there. Eponine, it does not matter to me in the slightest if you are poor or rich, but it matters the world to my husband. I would have spoken up, but 'tis not proper of a lady to disagree with her husband. Jacques frightens me sometimes, and I do not want to cross him. I'm afraid that it would be best if you left early tomorrow. You can be free and get out of here!" Aunt Agnes said in one breath, which was quite an impressive feat.
"Aunt, I am glad that you still manage to stay good inside, but we need to stay in Provence! We managed to rally some of the people, but I just need a few more days to organize everything over here!" Enjolras protested.
"I wish you could stay here, but I have no doubt that my husband will call the coppers on you! Your revolution will be hanged if you overstay your welcome here, and Jacques already wants you gone," Aunt Agnes pleaded. Enjolras looked upset, but he agreed to leave. After all, his aunt did have a point. Jacques would probably have him and Eponine arrested, along with all of the supporters of the revolution that he could track down.
"Come, Eponine, we need to find Colin and tell him our change of plans," Enjolras stated, and the two bolted for the front door.
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