SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED!
Basically, my school gaelic team(which I play for) have reached the final in like our province (sort of a 'Quarter of Ireland') and we're going on to our national semi-final, so we're training like crazy. My local club are also training like crazy.
DISCLAIMER: I own no Les Miserables characters or original plots or anything Les Mis.
I wish...
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Meanwhile, Cosette had settled in happily to this situation. Valjean bought the excuse for Marius' absence; he was just going for time on his own to grieve, and was ready to try and come back to normality.
Although, if you asked Marius, this situation certainly wasn't 'normality.'
When Cosette and Marius were having dinner, alone, the silence was nearly unbearable.
"Cosette?"
"Yes, Marius, love?"
"Cosette, please. I know I said I'd go along with this, for my friends sake, but when we're away from your Papa, there are no need for pet names."
"I know...darling," she winked.
He shuddered, and continued. "Anyway, you said you'd look after my friends, make sure they came to no harm. That is the sole reason I'm here, you know. I couldn't care less about my life, but I will not have more of my friends' deaths on my name."
"Well, Marius. After our little encounter with Enjolras, do you seriously think he'll welcome you back with open arms? Do you think Joly will forget what you've done to Éponine? And do you honestly plan on kidding yourself that that tramp Éponine will come and live with me?"
"She's not a tramp!" he shouted angrily, standing up from the table.
"How come you don't stand up for me, like you stand up for her?" Cosette huffed.
Marius laughed half-heartedly. "Because, I love her! I miss her, I want to be with her, I love every single thing about her! But you...Marrying you, makes me feel sick! Because that nice Cosette I met has ran off, out of Paris, and come back as this, this blackmailing, mean woman! And I think you've proved you can hold your own, without my help!"
"But, I'm only this way, because you won't love me back!"
"I did love you back, but things change Cosette! You have to learn to accept that God has a plan for every single person in this world! I was in yours for a while, you were in mine, but not anymore! It was never a permanent fixture! I love Éponine, I always have, I just never realised it! And there would be someone out there for you, if you'd only ditch this exterior, and let me go back to Éponine," he half pleaded.
She let out a shrill laugh. "You trying to guilt trip me, Marius? Good luck with that. I will make you pay for everything you have done to me."
Marius began to protest that he had never actually done anything, but Cosette cut him off.
"And if you don't play by my rules, your friends will go down with you! Simple as that. I have no emotional attachment to any of them, so I won't care. I might miss you, you know. But as you so kindly said, I will find someone new when I ditch you," she smirked.
"But you've said you'd help my friends!"
"And do you think they're going to let me?"
"Well then, if you're not going to help Enjolras and Joly, there is nothing keeping me here! Their safety is why I came here, and if this is not helping them, then I really have no reason to be here!"
"But again, they're not going to welcome you back. Do you think they'll let you stay in that apartment, near that drasted gamine, long enough to explain this? No! You have nowhere to go, Marius."
"I can go to my apartment!"
"And live on your own, talk to no-one, hide in your apartment for the next fifty years? Where I can lead the police to? Face it Marius, you have nowhere to go and no way to get there. I've got you here, like hell am I letting you go again."
"What's going on? I heard raised voices..." whispered Valjean, slowly moving into the room.
"Nothing Papa," Cosette smiled, standing up and moving around the table to stand beside Marius, with her arm around him, facing Valjean. "We were just heading to bed."
"Of course, ma cherie," he smiled weakly. Old age was really digging into Jean Valjean.
Cosette half-dragged Marius to their bedroom, where he set up his bed on the floor. He absolutely refused to sleep on the bed with Cosette.
He pulled his blankets around him, and Cosette got into her double bed.
"You know, Marius, we should really start planning our wedding."
"It's not our wedding. It's your wedding, I don't have a care in the world for this wedding," he mumbled.
"Well, you're going to have to care!" she whispered angrily. "I'll be inviting Papa, and the higher class of Paris, as he knows them all well. Other than that, I have no family to invite."
"Éponine..." he whispered.
"What?"
"Éponine's your family...she was when you were younger..."
"That wasn't family," she scoffed.
"It was the closest you had!"
"Oh, be quiet, Marius. You will invite your Grandfather, and your family. Your friends will not come, and neither will Éponine. No-one of lower than higher class will attend the wedding, and it will be a beautiful wedding, in a grand house. Okay?!"
"I honestly don't care, Cosette," sighed Marius.
"Okay then, Good night, love!"
She got no reply.
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I know this is really short, but as I said, for the next month or so, my updates won't be that fast or long, because of my commitments to my school gaelic team, and my local village's gaelic team! I can try, anyway:)
LESS THAN A MONTH TO !
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