A/N: Hey y'all! It's been a while. I hoped summer would give me some more time/inspiration to write but instead my head is just full with my summer job and some other stuff. Whilst sitting on my balcony last week though I was inspired to write this. With the heat of the last weeks in Europe nights are the best times since it cools down a bit by then. Looking at the sky I knew I wanted to write something about it and of course I could go for a quite cliché Jehan thing, but I decided to challenge myself a bit and so here's some Feuilly for you today.
Disclaimer: Nope, Les Mis is still all Hugo's work.
Feuilly let his head fall back against the chair, looking up to the dark night sky. He rubbed his face with one of his rough hands. It was almost midnight and he was sitting on the roof terrace of his apartment complex. The terrace was shared with the other inhabitants of the building, but at this time of night there was no one to be found other than him. The moon was almost full and together with the lanterns in the street he found the world was still quite light. It didn't help of course that the open laptop on his knees also generated light.
Ever since the early morning he had been busy. First his job, after that there was some administration to be done and later there was the meeting. Right now he was making an attempt to start on the article about working conditions of foreign people in France he promised Enjolras to write. He was tired and nothing proper came to his mind, but for the rest of the week he didn't have time to do it with his busy working schedule, so it had to be done now.
Feuilly closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating on the beat of the music that came through his earphones, before opening them again looking at all the little points of light in the sky above him. He enjoyed the sight for a bit, until he realized one of them was moving: an airplane. For a second he wondered where it was going and if he could come along. Away from responsibilities, away from a mind full of things that still had to be done. A vacation would be nice. Just for once. A break from everything. Though he knew that wouldn't happen for him.
He was a self taught man, something he was proud of every single day. Self taught though did mean no diploma's to prove your skills on paper and that meant always getting the jobs that paid shit. And being paid shit meant hard working to let ends meet. He did have some recommendations from jobs he did when he still lived in Poland, but none of his employers had ever looked at those. It was that train of thoughts that gave him just the spark for his article he needed. He rubbed his face once more, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes before starting a quick rhythm with his fingers on the keys.