A/N: In French I was looking at the textbook in class and it said 'les amis' in it and I tried really, really hard to contain my fangirl attack… I lost my ability to even. The same thing happened when I saw Allons-y in the textbook for all you Whovians, you know who you are
Eponine bolted awake at the sound of familiar cries. No, it wasn't Enjolras, his eyelids were closed with his eyes flickering underneath them signaling he was dreaming. Eponine assumed it was a peaceful dream in spite of the relaxed smile etched onto his handsome features. The voice wasn't male anyways, it was clearly female. It reminded Eponine of herself when she first began to stay with Enjolras, how she would frequently wake up with cries in her mouth and unshed tears brewing in her eyes. Time and time again, Enjolras to wrap his strong arms around her and rock her back to sleep. Eventually, the nightmares stopped altogether.
Eponine hopped out of bed and slipped her cold feet into her slippers, intending to wake Marielle from her night terrors. However, before Eponine could even reach the door, Marielle's cries had subsided. Well, that was odd.
Due to the sudden lack of warmth and the subtle movement from Eponine, Enjolras was gently roused from his dream world. Rubbing the sleep out of his weary eyes he observed Eponine standing at the door as though she were about to open it. Soft cries echoed around the flat, and Enjolras attributed the sound to Marielle. Eponine could sense Enjolras rustling as he moved to get out of bed.
"Sorry for waking you up," Eponine apologized halfheartedly. Enjolras told her not to worry about it and rested his arms around her torso.
"I think we should check on Marielle and make sure she is okay," Enjolras said, gently nudging Eponine out the door in front of him. The two quietly crept towards the guest room when Eponine observed aloud that Colin wasn't on the couch anymore.
"Do you think…?" Enjolras began to ask, but what he was witnessing answered his question enough. The door to the guest bedroom was carelessly left open exposing the two youths in the room. Colin sat next to Marielle on the bed stroking her hair and whispered soothing words into Marielle's ear. Her cries lessened with each breath that was taken.
"They remind me of you and I increasingly with each minute," Eponine stated as they looked in on the two hidden behind a red silk chair, also known as Enjolras' chair
"I remember when you would have nightmares and I would embrace you in the way Colin is holding Marielle. It is most unfortunate that he has to leave so soon. I suppose Marielle will be waiting for him when he returns. I hope those two fall in love just as we did," Enjolras said kissing Eponine's hair, forehead, nose, and lips.
"If it doesn't, I will make sure it happens," Eponine said seriously, but then a grin alit her face. Enjolras rolled his eyes at his fiancé and held on to her tighter.
"You cannot force love, remember that. But in this case, their apparent love seems to be as natural as it gets. They experienced love at first sight, one may say," Enjolras pondered. It was Eponine's turn to roll her eyes.
"We cannot know for sure that they are in love. After all, they quite literally just met, they are both quite young, and they have not admitted their feelings for each other," Eponine argued.
"They could have declared their love already and we just are not aware."
"When would they have had time?"
Enjolras opened his mouth to respond, but he immediately clamped it shut when he felt two sets of eyes staring at him. Marielle's tears had stopped but Colin still sat beside her, and both of them had obviously spotted Eponine and Enjolras.
"Sorry to intrude, but we heard screaming coming from Marielle and we just wanted to make sure everybody was alright," Eponine explained. Marielle wiped her eyes quickly as Colin decided to get off of her bed.
"I guess I beat you two to it, but Marielle will be fine. I think I might stay with her tonight, just to make sure she doesn't get frightened again. I want to make the horrors go away," Colin said with a certain fondness before shutting the door quietly behind him cutting Eponine and Enjolras off from the guest room.
"It feels nice to be the ones doing the intruding rather than the couple who gets intruded on. In fact, I think this is a first!" Eponine remarked. Enjolras chuckled and agreed with her fully.
"That is definitely a truth. Come, we need our sleep. I heard that General Lemarque has fallen fatally ill and he might not have much time left. If that is true, I think I have a good plan in mind for which day will we spark our revolution. Tomorrow we will have a lot of work to do," Enjolras explained as the pair climbed into bed.
"Goodnight, Enjy. I love you," Eponine yawned. Enjolras snaked his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek.
"I love you too, mon amour."
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The next morning, Eponine decided it was time that Marielle had a warm bath, proper haircut, and new dress. She reminisced to the time when Enjolras had first taken her in, and watching Marielle she felt as though she was watching herself find love and solace in a bourgeois boy.
After Marielle had emerged from the elegant bath tub with clawed feet, Eponine had to admit she looked like a drowned rat. A drowned street rat. Her skin, now clean, looked out of place and raw from all the scrubbing for it wasn't used to being clean. Dirt residue clung to the white porcelain of the tub and symbolically displayed the filth that detained Marielle was now washed away and gone. The water had turned Marielle's blonde hair brown, and the tangles were evident in her mess of hair.
"Pull on this robe," Eponine commanded handing Marielle the article of clothing. "I'm going to brush your hair and cut it. The first time always hurts the most, but if you maintain brushing your hair it becomes pleasant instead of painful." Eponine grabbed the wooden brush and began to gently approach Marielle's hair. Ten minutes into the brushing, impatience bubbled inside of Eponine and she began to attack the long, golden tangles.
"This, ow, is really, OUCH, hurting my head, AHHHH, 'Ponine! OUCH!" Marielle winced and tried to pull away from the brush of doom.
"Sit still, I have almost got the biggest knots out. They just need some tough loving and a strong will. Think how beautiful Colin will think you are when I am through!" Eponine said halfheartedly as she tore the brush through Marielle's hair. Finally, after several excruciating minutes, Eponine placed down the brush and went to go fetch a pair of scissors.
"I know Enjolras has a pair around here somewhere, I will be back in a moment. There's a mirror on the table over there," Eponine explained before exiting the room. She began to search through drawers in the room that Enjolras and Eponine shared when she heard a voice behind her.
"Looking for something?" Enjolras asked wrapping his arms around Eponine's waist. She turned around and began to kiss him, but abruptly pulled away.
"I'm on a mission, do not distract me with your cheekbones and handsome, stormy eyes that replicate the sky after a sunset when the sky turns gray before it fades to black. The most precious moment of the day in my opinion occurs at that moment… You let me get distracted!" Eponine said snapping out of her dreamy rambling. Enjolras laughed out loud and buried his face into Eponine's curls.
"What's your 'mission?'" Enjolras questioned with genuine curiosity.
"I'm trying to find scissors to enable me to trim Marielle's hair," Eponine informed him. Enjolras shut his eyes for a moment trying to recall the last place the scissors had been.
"I know where they are! Clara had asked to borrow them to threaten Grantaire, and when she returned them I placed them in my bedside table," he said clapping his hands. Approaching the table, he yanked open the bottom drawer and retrieved the silver scissors.
"Here you go my love, try not to mess up her hair," Enjolras said dramatically bestowing the scissors unto his beloved.
"Why ever would you say that? Now I am nervous that I will ruin Marielle's hair! I do not know how to trim someone else's hair! Could you take over the task?" Eponine inquired hopefully but was dismayed when Enjolras shook his head.
"I know even less than you about hair," Enjolras admitted.
Dejectedly, the couple walked out into the sitting room where Colin was reading a book.
"Colin, do you by any chance happen to know how to cut hair neatly?" Eponine asked biting her lip. Colin his book down and looked up thoughtfully.
"When I was boy, I had a maid who would cut my hair as well as my brother's. She always gave us tips for cutting men and women's hair alike, and I picked up a few things. One day, she even went so far to have us practice on our cousin, Elaina. She was appalled at first when I approached her and begged to cut her hair, but she was overall pleased with the results I gave her," Colin said chuckling at the memory.
"That sounds good enough for me! I trust you with these scissors, would you mind cutting Marielle's hair? I would do the task myself, but it is inevitable that I will mess something up," Eponine confessed. Colin grinned at snatched the scissors.
"I cannot understand why you think you are not competent to take these scissors and snip a small portion off of Marielle's hair. There's no secret to it, all you have to do is cut! However, if you are uncomfortable doing so, I will gladly take over the job," Colin said cheerfully.
For the next half hour, Eponine and Enjolras eavesdropped outside the bathroom door, listening to the conversation taking place inside and exchanging knowing glances every so often.
"My hair has never looked better, thanks to you Colin," Marielle's delighted voice rang out when Colin had finished.
"It was no hassle. And now, your hair looks as fine as the golden fields that are kissed by the fading sun, and as light as the wind when it rustles through the trees. You are a vision, Marielle, the most beautiful woman I have ever witnessed! You are this wondrous creature who has lived through so much horror, and now you deserve nothing less than the absolute best," Colin declared. Enjolras and Eponine looked expectantly at the door, but they were confused when there was an obvious silence. The silence stretched on and on, and Eponine's eyes alit when she understood what it meant.
"Eponine, what's going on in there?" Enjolras whispered.
"I am not one hundred percent confident in my theory, but I am quite hopeful when I say Marielle just kissed Colin!"
A/N: OOooooo the barricades are coming soon-ish! SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES! And sorry for the late update