ArtemisInLove

Red Ribbons. The protest was quickly getting out of hand. The din was deafening Courfeyrac. No one knew who had thrown the first punch, but suddenly, the police were upon them. To his right, Enjolras was exchanging blows with an older cop, the selfsame man who had betrayed them. Despite his savagery, Enjolras still looked angelic. That was the terrible thing about him. Behind Courfeyrac, Marius knelt by Eponine: she was unconscious. Combeferre dealt the police any number of horrific blows for that. With Courfeyrac guarding Marius and Eponine, he didn’t have much opportunity to actively join in the fight. Musichetta, with a grueling batt

Half Past Midnight. James nuzzled his nose into his wife's hip. "Go to sleep Lex," he said with a sleepy yawn. They were in bed, but Alex was sitting up with packets and folders littered across her lap and her side of the bed. "Just five more minutes," she assured, yawning herself. "Alex," he whined, "it's half past midnight, the boys are finally asleep, and we have to wake up in five and a half hours anyways." He kissed her hip and looked up at her. She resolutely did not look down at him, she knew what he was doing and she knew she could never resist it. He would have contorted his face into a look of utter desperation with uplifted eyebro

Feigning It. Theodore surveyed the battlefield from his perch on his horse. From the hill on which the horse stood, he could clearly see the carnage of the last battle. The fatalities were growing; he feared he might run out of men before he ran out of their quickly dwindling supplies. The young man had stolen this moment to himself. Away from the heavy burdens of leading a revolution, leading a war- leading a failing war. The greatest mind of his revolution was currently recovering from a particularly heinous wound that would prevent him to walk for many months-if he was lucky. His other advisors were at the edge of hopelessness. Richard w