A somewhat hurried last minute contribution for À force d’amitié
Paris, 1824
“Chin up, my friend. I assure you, you have nothing to complain about”
The words echoed through the small coffee shop at Rue de Vaugirard, stirring Enjolras from the daydream he had fallen into. His contact was late, something Courfeyrac had warned him of as a strong possibility. He had also grinned and taped his nose, leaving Enjolras to look forward to this meeting in equal parts of curiosity and trepidation.
The answer, too quiet for Enjolras to hear was contradicted by a loud bang of closing door. “Nonsense, I tell you. That fool Janin brays like a lawyer and with no more understanding. You have the look of a man driven to despair by Romantic contemplation and even if you didn’t… I mean, just look at that poor fellow.”
Enjolras blinked, realizing the speaker was making his way towards his table, the unapologetic grin fixed at him leaving little doubt of who the last remark was directed at. He gathered himself quickly. The loud stranger’s manner, build and hair, not to mention the beard and… enthusiastic waistcoat matched Courfeyrac’s description to uncanny degree.
Yeeeesssssss :DDD Such Romanticism. Great characterizations. I love Prouvaire’s Dangerous Criminal Poetry and the idea of having it printed and distributed.
And I love how they just insult his rosy cheeks to his face :p
liberté • égalité • amitié 