</i>He was a rebel with his head full of plans for tomorrow, she was a young beauty looking for an escape from the posh world she'd grown up in. They found it in each other. Enjolrsx oc </i>
( Read moreCollapse )Paris, 1832.
Marion Lafayette gazed out the widow of her carriage at the streets of Paris. Unlike the other members of high society she did not hide behind the blinds of her carriage windows to shut out the sight of the losers of her world. She did not turn a blind eye to the pain of the less fortunate. Despite her aunt Astrid's constant scolding for fraternizing with "the poor." She paid no heed to her aunt... or at least tried to but there were times. When her aunt's insults stung worse than stinging nettles. She knew she was to receive at least two once she arrived home from visiting her friends this afternoon. The carriage came to a stop in a courtyard due to a thick throng of a couple of hundred gathering outside a house of sickness. The street was padded with straw. Many eyes gazed up at the draped windows. People crossed themselves. A priest was seen hurrying into the house, accompanied by two altar boys. Intrigued Marion slipped out of her carriage and melted into the mass of people, the crowd was made up of citizens of Paris, student revolutionaries, the poor and beggars. The students handed out printed leaflets and tried to excite the crowd.
"When's it gonna end? When we gonna live? Something's gotta happen now! Something's gotta give! It'll come, it'll come, it'll come... It'll come, it'll come, it'll come..." They cried. A student stood on a raised step, making an impassioned speech with a fellow student Marion recognized as Marius Pontmercy from her aunt's social circle. The student next to Marius was quite handsome his eyes were a steely kind of blue that made one feel as if they were looking into one's soul, and his hair was the color of honey and curled around his face.
"Where are the leaders of the land? Where are the swells who run this show?" He was asking
"Only one man, General Lamarque speaks for the people here below!" Marius looked towards Lamarque's house behind him.
"Lamarque is ill and fading fast -Won't last a week out, so they say. With all the anger in the land, how long before the Judgment Day? Before we cut the fat ones down to size? Before the barricades arise?"
"Vive la France!" Marion cried, suddenly mounted police rode in to break up the crowd. The crowd scattered. The students shouted to the crowd:
"Tomorrow we will return!"
"Tell everyone you know" Cried Marius
"We will show them! Lamarque is the only leader on our side! We have a right to pray for Lamarque! We need more people, then the police will not dare ride against us! Vive le General Lamarque!" Marion ran for her carriage but was grabbed by a police officer
"What a pretty little fleur" He slurred, Marion could smell the brandy on his breath he was drunk! In uniform!
"Let me go Monsieur! Please! Let me go!" She cried struggling against him.
"Release her!" Barked the student who she'd seen earlier slurring something incoherent the officer dropped Marion to the ground and rode off.
"Are you alright Mademoiselle?" The kind young man asked helping Marion off the ground
"Fine Monsieur." Marion said
"What is your name Mademoiselle? So that I may speak to you properly." Said the young rebel Marion blushed in a soft rose color.
"Marion Louise Lafayette Monsieur." She smiled
"Enjolras, Marcelin Enjolras." Marion smiled softly
"Thank you Monsieur for saving me" she said
"Of coarse, mademoiselle Lafayette" he smiled bowing to her
"We will be meeting at the café Musain tonight, will you join us?" He asked Marion smiled
"Your offer is kind Monsieur I will try to be there" Marion said before rushing for her awaiting carriage.
