A. Enjolras (
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Characters: Enjolras, Les Amis, Other Friends (I'll edit those last two things as we head in here!)
Date: Christmas Eve- Early Morning
Location: The Cafe the boys tend to congregated at, Wood Sector
Situation: Réveillon is celebrated as part of the French Christmas traditions. And it's Christmas Eve here, so... :D
Warnings/Rating: Will Update!
Somehow, even in as strange a place as the turtle can be, and even in a time of such great sorrow as the loss of the Empress (a term he'll stubbornly use with his last breath), and the departure of Jehan, Christmas has managed to make its way around again, and this past year...when Enjolras thinks of it is nothing short of astounding. For him, it meant the rebellion, death, being born again, and all of the adventures here, finding his place with Etienne, growing closer to others than he allowed himself in life, and while he's not given to outward expressions of his sentiments, still finding that difficult in many cases, it bears some celebration nonetheless.
On Christmas, in France, after the midnight Mass, the one time a year Enjolras could drag himself to church, comes Réveillon, a time for staying awake, gathering close and, admittedly, overeating and drinking. Who could say otherwise of a meal that traditionally hosts thirteen desserts? Here, on the Turtle, some things were not able to be found but even so, the spirit of the thing is good enough, and, he managed to find a local equivalent to citron that, well, it's a miracle it hasn't all vanished by this point, because it's really good. In any case, it's set up in the cafe, along with a meal that may not be totally traditional but works out well, regardless.
So, here they are, old friends, and perhaps some new, on Christmas Eve, a little earlier than usual with no Mass to run off to, and warm and comfortable and here. That bears some celebration with friends, doesn't it?
Date: Christmas Eve- Early Morning
Location: The Cafe the boys tend to congregated at, Wood Sector
Situation: Réveillon is celebrated as part of the French Christmas traditions. And it's Christmas Eve here, so... :D
Warnings/Rating: Will Update!
Somehow, even in as strange a place as the turtle can be, and even in a time of such great sorrow as the loss of the Empress (a term he'll stubbornly use with his last breath), and the departure of Jehan, Christmas has managed to make its way around again, and this past year...when Enjolras thinks of it is nothing short of astounding. For him, it meant the rebellion, death, being born again, and all of the adventures here, finding his place with Etienne, growing closer to others than he allowed himself in life, and while he's not given to outward expressions of his sentiments, still finding that difficult in many cases, it bears some celebration nonetheless.
On Christmas, in France, after the midnight Mass, the one time a year Enjolras could drag himself to church, comes Réveillon, a time for staying awake, gathering close and, admittedly, overeating and drinking. Who could say otherwise of a meal that traditionally hosts thirteen desserts? Here, on the Turtle, some things were not able to be found but even so, the spirit of the thing is good enough, and, he managed to find a local equivalent to citron that, well, it's a miracle it hasn't all vanished by this point, because it's really good. In any case, it's set up in the cafe, along with a meal that may not be totally traditional but works out well, regardless.
So, here they are, old friends, and perhaps some new, on Christmas Eve, a little earlier than usual with no Mass to run off to, and warm and comfortable and here. That bears some celebration with friends, doesn't it?
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Still, despite the reclusion, he does appreciate the invite, as well as the overall festive atmosphere. He has never been surrounded by so many people before, by merriment that is genuine and not simply for show, that he finds himself occasionally smiling, although not without mild confusion, at the louder guests or boisterous laughter occasionally bursting throughout the cafe.
Which probably makes him appear as someone with questionable sanity, but he's never been the most self-aware person in Keeliai.]
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And I think it is past time for tonight's awkward conversation between us to begin.
[The tones are dry, and amused, more as if Enjolras is admitting to a known outcome than anything else.]
It's good that you could come, Marius. With everything that has happened,I...being near familiar faces is a comfort. Our Eponine is here as well, so far, if you wished to say hello.
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But he manages to smile, just a fraction, at what he thinks is a joke, or at least an attempt to lighten the mood, and then nods in agreement at his remark about finding comfort in familiar faces.]
Oh, it is.
[He stares at the wine's surface in his glass, giving it a small swirl as he continues with,]
Perhaps I might search for her soon. [A pause, and then,] How have you been, Enjolras?
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[Enjolras might as well comment on the fact, rather than them dancing around it.]
I...[His smile is a bit sheepish, embarrassed even.] We should make more of an effort to avoid things like that into the new year. Despite that there are so many things to divide us, well. I can certainly make more of an effort. Particularly in times of great chaos such as...well, It's shown me some things that matter. Including you to a degree.
[He's glad for the change of subject, really, after that.]
Things with me are well enough. [In some cases, even more than that.] And you? How goes...well, everything?
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M. Amon has come back, and I have returned to work at his clinic. [He looks greatly pleased at that, with his face brightening and not only due to the welcome change of subject.] I have also been occupying myself with my studies.
[There's an almost imperceptible inclination of his head then, and a thoughtful look crosses his expression.] I only wish there were more books in the library for the perusal of the general public.
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[Enjolras cannot help but smile at that news, because he knows that that, and Amon, mean a good deal to Marius, and it is good to see his pleasure. ]
Your studies in what exactly? The magic you mentioned or something else? As for books in the library, well. We all might purchase and donate some, yes? I found a good deal of mine for sale when we last made landfall. I could perhaps find a way to make a copy that does not include my notes if those could be included.
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Marius's spine straightens up a little at the mention of books. He really does wish to inquire further about which books Enjolras had recovered, but his shyness overcomes him, even if his wide eyes reveal that his curiosity hasn't been completely silenced by it.
Still, he does not ask. Instead, he answers,]
Charter Magic, as Mlle. Sabriel calls it, as well as... [A soft gasp escapes him as he only now realizes his earlier slip. He hesitates; Temeraire and he had agreed to keep their lessons between themselves. However, Enjolras is not one to gossip, and Marius is not one to lie. And so,] the Kedan's mother tongue. Do keep this between us, Enjolras; M. Temeraire is not keen on making it known that he is teaching me.
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I've passed along my Rousseau, with some of my notes, but there are a few others as well if you would like to look through any of them. I daresay you will disagree with quite a few of the arguments and comments I've scrawled throughout them...[the idea of Marius actually writing in books seemed somehow wrong to him, as it was.] ...but you are still quite welcome to take a look. Some philosophy, political works... [A tiny eyedart here,] The Organt , which does have its valuable moments...
[And let's face it. He'd find Marius's reaction to some of the other content of that work to be absolutely hilarious, so he might very well talk up his fondness of the poem just to see his reaction. It's useful the way people seem to think Enjolras hasn't much sense of humor in times like this. And he is nodding as Marius continues.]
That certainly seems valuable, and you have the head for language, certainly. And not a word of course. I'd not do that to one friend, let alone a pair of them.
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He cants his head to one side. He has read a great deal of literature. The Organt is not one of them. He hesitates only for a second, due to timidity, then pushes himself to ask, with a little shyness,]
Will you allow me to borrow them?
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And too, Temeraire seems as if he must be good for Marius as well.
And at least the copy of the Organt Enjolras recovered here has his notes from his first reading of it and then on, so it's not as if the 'disgusting' and 'vulgar' parts, nor his notes on them can be ignored. He's smiling, a little, at Marius's question there.]
Of course, you might. You will find I have marked them to my own...sentiments but if you do not mind ignoring my angry scrawling in the margins, please feel free.
I also have a gift for you, in light of...you have tolerated much from me since I arrived here, Marius. To thank you for your continued patience and offers of friendship even when I do not deserve them and to say that I hope that they continue. It's a bit foolish, I admit...
[But he IS handing over a clumsily wrapped small bundle with a few toy soldiers in Napoleonic uniforms inside. He had them painted at one of the vendors here, thinking Marius may appreciate the sentimentality or at least be amused enough by them.]
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He takes it in his hand and runs his fingers through the creases in the wrapping, an embarrassed blush forming on his cheeks. His eyes stay fixed on the bundle when he responds, guiltily,]
I-I'm afraid I cannot return the deed in kind; I have not bought anyone gifts.
[Because he had used up all his savings betting on copies of Napoleonic-Era Le Moniteur during the auction last landfall. :|]
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Writing my thoughts in books proved to be something that was, well, a good deal easier than what I used to do. You saw me at fourteen. I used to get myself into all sorts of trouble, when it came to school.
After the time I told the Monsignor that it seemed one could not reign innocently even from the pulpit, well. I learnt to write my thoughts instead of speak them. Hopefully they are not TOO distracting for you. And they've smeared a bit by now. You should be able to ignore them.
[Or, perhaps not, and he'll have scrawled something to make Marius something more of a Republican yet. He won't hold out the hope of that, but it certainly would be nice. And then it comes to the matter of the gift, and he's shrugging a little.]
Oh it's nothing so grand as all of that. Just a token really, that I thought may be amusing for you. Though...if you wished to do something...
Would you give Eponine some show of kindness tonight? I know that you cannot return her feelings, obviously. But she IS still quite in love with you.
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The statement about Eponine, however, catches him completely off-guard, and his grip instinctively tightens on his yet-unwrapped gift.]
Oh.
[He flusters, darts his eyes to one side, then fixes it on the whorls on the wooden table.]
I...
[He isn't really certain of how to react to that. Of course, he should know it. He kissed her forehead, skin damp and cold against his lips, after her confession—
He squeezes his eyes shut and wills the visions away. It takes him a moment to even his breathing and steady the beating of his heart.]
What must I do, then? I am at a loss, Enjolras.
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Oh, right, and the gift she's found for Marius. She did not buy much for many, but Marius is an exception.
She hands it to him.] I have bought you a gift, Marius! I hope you do enjoy it. It is- oh, no, I should not tell you! I will let you open it! [it's nothing too special. Rather, a handsome journal for him to write in.]
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Joyeux Noël.
[He blinks then, staring at the wrapped gift, growing a little flustered because he has only returned to work at M. Amon's clinic recently, spent most of his juulan during landfall, and therefore has not purchased gifts for anyone. Still, he unravels it slowly, taking care not to damage the wrapper, and when the journal's cover comes into view his face instantly brightens.]
It is a beautiful gift, Eponine!
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She watches as he reads it, studying his face.]
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His lips twitch upwards, although he doesn't meet her eyes.]
Thank you. That is very kind of you to say.
[He hardly thinks he is that remarkable, but he does appreciate her attempt at making him believe.]
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[She reaches a hand out to touch him, but hesitates.]
Marius? Is something wrong? See, now I have upset you! I did not intent to hurt you, Marius, only to bring you something lovely, for Christmas.
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[Napoleon in the form of Le Moniteur being auctioned off at landfall took all his money, sorry everyone.]
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You must tell me what it is you most wish to receive, at the very least! I am afraid that I'm not very good with gifts.
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[That is a dangerous question, Marius, and you should know better than to ask Eponine of all people. Still, she considers it.]
A kiss.
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[YOU TRIED.]
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