[Les Miserables] The Interview
Title: The Interview
Author:
bearit
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Characters: Enjolras, Joly/Bossuet
Word Count: 481
Summary: Post-barricade A/U: A local newspaper interviews Enjolras, Joly, and Bossuet, and Enjolras notices something odd about his friends.
Notes: I had a dream about this, and TCRegan on Tumblr requested that I write it out. So here it is. ^_^
Disclaimer: Les Misérables belongs to Victor Hugo. I have no rights to the novel, musical, anime, or any of the movies. This piece of fanwork is unofficial and not making a profit.
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Enjolras could not believe he let Combeferre and Courfeyrac talk him into this. It’s good publicity, they said, to help quell the remaining monarchists who were attempting to start their own rebellion. The newspaper wanted to interview the leader of the Friends of the ABC, one of the groups instrumental in the June of 1832 revolution, and a couple of those who had followed his lead.
Enjolras had wanted Combeferre and Courfeyrac to be there, but they had other obligations. Feuilly was too busy as well. Grantaire had not been conscious for most of the revolution. Which left Bossuet and Joly.
Not that Enjolras particularly minded, except that Joly kept babbling about things that certainly the newspaper had no interest in. And yet, the interviewer humored Joly all the same, which was fine by Enjolras. At least that meant he was being ignored.
He glanced over to his other side, where Bossuet sat. Bossuet also humored Joly, smiling and nodding along to everything he had to say. Enjolras sighed, but then he noticed something.
That look in Bossuet’s eyes.
Enjolras had seen that look before.
In Grantaire’s eyes, whenever he looked at Enjolras.
He raised an eyebrow and looked back at Joly, who he noticed kept shifting his eyes over in Bossuet’s direction. And that redness on his cheeks… that was not the symptoms of another cold, now was it?
Enjolras looked back at Bossuet again. And then back at Joly.
And it clicked.
Enjolras grinned, but kept the smile hidden behind his hand. Unfortunately, the interviewer took notice.
“Enjolras, would you like to chime in with anything?”
“Hm?” asked Enjolras. “I am terribly sorry. What were we talking about?”
“The importance of the relationships of the people who stood beside you at the barricades,” said the interviewer. Ah, so Joly had eventually started talking about the revolution. Enjolras knew he could count on him to do so, but he was admittedly a little sheepish that he had not paid attention enough to notice. “Joly was mentioning how the Friends of the ABC were like brothers. More than brothers, even. Would you agree?”
“Of course I agree. I trust every single one of these men with more than my life. I trust every single one of these men with the fate of the Republic and the fate of France. The revolution certainly would not have been a success without each and every one of them. We are, to each other, more than friends, and more than brothers indeed. And for some of us—” Enjolras glanced between Joly and Bossuet, holding each of their gazes long enough to make a point. “—even more than that.”
Both of their faces turned scarlet, and Enjolras could not help but to grin more. Ah, yes, now he understood the appeal Courfeyrac found in this. This interview was not so terribly dull after all.
Author:
bearitRating: PG
Genre: Romance
Characters: Enjolras, Joly/Bossuet
Word Count: 481
Summary: Post-barricade A/U: A local newspaper interviews Enjolras, Joly, and Bossuet, and Enjolras notices something odd about his friends.
Notes: I had a dream about this, and TCRegan on Tumblr requested that I write it out. So here it is. ^_^
Disclaimer: Les Misérables belongs to Victor Hugo. I have no rights to the novel, musical, anime, or any of the movies. This piece of fanwork is unofficial and not making a profit.
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Enjolras could not believe he let Combeferre and Courfeyrac talk him into this. It’s good publicity, they said, to help quell the remaining monarchists who were attempting to start their own rebellion. The newspaper wanted to interview the leader of the Friends of the ABC, one of the groups instrumental in the June of 1832 revolution, and a couple of those who had followed his lead.
Enjolras had wanted Combeferre and Courfeyrac to be there, but they had other obligations. Feuilly was too busy as well. Grantaire had not been conscious for most of the revolution. Which left Bossuet and Joly.
Not that Enjolras particularly minded, except that Joly kept babbling about things that certainly the newspaper had no interest in. And yet, the interviewer humored Joly all the same, which was fine by Enjolras. At least that meant he was being ignored.
He glanced over to his other side, where Bossuet sat. Bossuet also humored Joly, smiling and nodding along to everything he had to say. Enjolras sighed, but then he noticed something.
That look in Bossuet’s eyes.
Enjolras had seen that look before.
In Grantaire’s eyes, whenever he looked at Enjolras.
He raised an eyebrow and looked back at Joly, who he noticed kept shifting his eyes over in Bossuet’s direction. And that redness on his cheeks… that was not the symptoms of another cold, now was it?
Enjolras looked back at Bossuet again. And then back at Joly.
And it clicked.
Enjolras grinned, but kept the smile hidden behind his hand. Unfortunately, the interviewer took notice.
“Enjolras, would you like to chime in with anything?”
“Hm?” asked Enjolras. “I am terribly sorry. What were we talking about?”
“The importance of the relationships of the people who stood beside you at the barricades,” said the interviewer. Ah, so Joly had eventually started talking about the revolution. Enjolras knew he could count on him to do so, but he was admittedly a little sheepish that he had not paid attention enough to notice. “Joly was mentioning how the Friends of the ABC were like brothers. More than brothers, even. Would you agree?”
“Of course I agree. I trust every single one of these men with more than my life. I trust every single one of these men with the fate of the Republic and the fate of France. The revolution certainly would not have been a success without each and every one of them. We are, to each other, more than friends, and more than brothers indeed. And for some of us—” Enjolras glanced between Joly and Bossuet, holding each of their gazes long enough to make a point. “—even more than that.”
Both of their faces turned scarlet, and Enjolras could not help but to grin more. Ah, yes, now he understood the appeal Courfeyrac found in this. This interview was not so terribly dull after all.