No, I did not participate in a revolution and die on a barricade, I merely lost my inspiration somewhere in the sewers. But I have returned! I hope this newest installment doesn't disappoint!
Much love,
Unicadia
A portrait of Bossuet, laughing. He looks over his shoulder, mild surprise registered on his face, his dark eyes slits of mirth. He looks dashing, and almost handsome. Feuilly's pencil was gentler on his friend than on his own face.
"I propose a game," Courfeyrac announced.
"Courfeyrac, we really do not have time for this," growled Enjolras.
"Oh, come now. The men deserve a break." Courfeyrac flashed his signature grin at the chief, who held up his hands in defeat.
"Fine, then. What is your game?"
"Each us will tell the rest something about ourselves that no one else here knows about."
Marius lit up. This was one of the few times he actually came to a meeting of the Friends of the ABC. "I know! I have a love, a beautiful girl with . . ."
Courfeyrac coughed. "Um, sorry, Marius, but we all already knew that."
Marius deflated. "Oh."
"How about this," Courfeyrac continued. "I broke my arm when I was ten."
"I thought it was both your arms," said Jean Prouvaire, a little too innocently.
Courfeyrac grumbled. "Right. I forgot you were there."
"I have a sister," Feuilly put in.
"I'm afraid we all know that also," said Combeferre.
Feuilly frowned. "I don't think I've ever mentioned her before."
Courfeyrac coughed again. "Well, Louise has quite the loose tongue . . ."
Feuilly slapped his forehead. "That's Louise? You're dating my sister?!"
Courfeyrac grinned and shrugged. "She never told you?"
"You never told me!"
"Sorry."
"I have something," Bossuet offered. Everyone turned toward him. He blushed, much like Prouvaire, but pushed ahead. "I ran away when I was five. My baby brother had just been born, and Maman was so occupied, she no longer had any time for me. I felt lonely, so I put all my toys into a suitcase along with a bag of cookies, and ran away."
"Very practical," said Combeferre with a small smile.
Bossuet laughed. "Oh, yes. I ran away into the woods behind our house. I didn't stay there for more than an hour, though. I got bored and felt even lonelier. So I came back." His grin widened. "There was a couple I didn't know visiting when I got there. A couple with a boy a little younger than myself. They put us together and then ignored us. We played together all afternoon. And - and I haven't been lonely since."
Joly, also grinning, said in a quiet voice, "I'm glad you didn't run away permanently."
"As am I."
After a sweet moment of silence, Courfeyrac cut in, "But I already knew that one, too, Bossuet."