Red and Black – Chapter 12
Okay, sorry I've been away; I've just flown back home and I have a load of interviews this week as well as my birthday, (16 finally) and I know I said before that I had a special chapter to upload for that but I now feel that we're not at an acceptable place in the story for it to happen so it will have to wait. I also went to see Les Misérables in London today WHICH BLEW MIND and I also cried a lot because of Enjoltaire.
THE REBOOT WAS SO DAMN GOOD I MEAN I COULD WRITE ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVED IT FOR LIKE 5 PAGES BUT I WON'T AND IF YOU ARE YET TO SEE IT YOU HAVEN'T LIVED!
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Once again, a lot of the stuff in this chapter is true; so enjoy, or don't because feels.
"Can you imagine someone trying to explain this in a serious meeting as an idea?" Gordon said, staring at the monument with Tim in the busy London square.
"I would pay so much to have been a fly on that wall." Tim responded.
"I mean, what was the inspiration behind this? Like if you think about most art you can see the story behind like the person, or the beauty of a landscape; but this I don't get?"
"I want to use the strange obsession argument but even then it's just too weird."
They continued to stand in the centre of Trafalgar Square with their bubble teas, admiring the giant blue cockerel that had been recently placed on the fourth pillar; and kept discussing it's reasons for being there. They finally concluded that it probably had a strange hidden message about masculinity and left, having finished the teas.
Tim considered it a patriotic duty to take Gordon to all the stereotypical London sights, as well as the secret local places that were a preference. The first two days of their little holiday together were mainly spent on filling up each other's phone storage with ridiculous selfies and photos of them doing random things together. Gordon had at least fifty of them at the top of the London Eye. Each night they parted to their own rooms, and Gordon lay on his bed and sent Scott a couple of the selfies each day and took pride and joy in describing the events of each day with great detail; knowing that he would not dare share any of what Gordon confided in him.
By the end of the third day they had seen most of the sites, they got into a taxi and Tim said;
"Close your eyes, I have a surprise." Gordon obeyed, they had been all over London so what could this surprise possibly be? He heard Tim say, although not to him;
"Queen's T please, mate." But Gordon had no way of interpreting this. Surely that's a euphemism for something? It's 7pm at night, we can't be going for tea now?
And he was right, when they finally stopped; Tim helped him out of the taxi, eyes still closed and asked him to look up and open his eyes. He saw a huge a sign above them: Les Misérables.
"This is my favourite musical! Are you serious?" The lights on the signs flashed messages out: World's longest running musical, including the award-winning numbers; One Day More, On My Own, Do You Hear the People Sing?
"Of course I'm serious, who doesn't love Les Mis?" As they walked to the box office Gordon beamed like a smile child at Christmas while taking in every aspect of the theatre. Growing up he'd had very little chance to go to the theatre, and the only time he had seen Les Misérables was when Virgil had been cast as Enjolras, the rebel leader in red. This had sort of stunted the experience, because even though he enjoyed knowing all the songs from helping Virgil practice; he had been brought to the edge of tears on the night. Not because the story was sad, but because the sight of his brother hanging from the barricade with blood dripping down his chest and face while holding the red flag, dead, was almost too much for him to handle. After the performance he had run to hug Virgil, not for his performance; but because it had made him realise how much losing his brother scared him.
"Your name is?" The man in the box office asked.
"I'm Anderson," Tim said, waiting for the tickets. Gordon lent close to his ear and sang in the deepest voice he could manage;
"And I'm Javert!" Tim looked like he had been electrocuted, he and Gordon bent over laughing at the amazingly-timed lyric.
"Is the rest of the day just going to be Les Mis quotes for you then?" He asked,
"We've gotta survive the soul-destruction first. And if you cry, I definitely won't judge." Well thank fuck for that. Gordon thought as the lights dimmed and the curtains lifted and brought a new life into the tiny theatre.
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They were both completely engrossed in the musical, every detail was perfect and more; they dared not even take a second to look at one another lest they miss a moment of magic or song; that is until a certain number. The lyrics had meaning to them both, but Tim took the time to consider them.
'I am lost,'
'I am found, a heart full of love…' He looked to his side, to Gordon; and grasped his hand tightly; giving a faint smile as they barely made eye contact before turning their attention back to Cosette and Marius, not that their affection withered in any way.
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He had cried. And he felt ashamed. The deaths at the barricade had touched his soul again and taught him love, but this time when Enjolras fell to the guns he did not see his brother as he had expected to; he saw the man that he held at his side, holding the flag of revolution as he did his hand.
"Serious question," Tim began;
"Yes?"
"Would you cry for me if I died?"
"Yes." He permitted himself to say.
"But why?"
"Because I love you."
MWUHAHAHAHAAHAA *turns on ominous stormcloud foreshadowing filter*
Please don't hate me or worry if this didn't make any sense to you, I just feel that Les Mis and other musicals would be a sort of guilty pleasure of Gordon's seeing as how people always seem to think that only Virgil would enjoy them. Come on, Scott probably sang in Little Shop of Horrors when he was in middle school and it would have been hella cute.
This long date/ weekend/ holiday thing will be continued ASAP, I promise; cause now I actually know where I'm going with this story.
Well it looks like Gordon's fucked…
Anyway, we must drink and let the day go by so that I may write another chapter cause it's 3am.