~WARNING THE FOLLOWING IS A LES MISERABLES AU~CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK~MAY CAUSE FEELS~AND MANY TEARS~
The boy stayed where he was: on his back, his eyes shut tightly. He pretended he was back at home for a moment, then decided that wasn't where he wanted to be. The tips of his curly bangs tickled his forehead in the soft breeze, but he still doesn't open his eyes. At least, not until he feels a hand on his shoulder, attempting to lift him up.The boy leaned into the grip, letting himself straighten until he was sitting up, a firm hand against his back. His eyelids fluttered open and he looked into a pair of very familiar eyes.
"Bravo, little Gavroche."
Gavroche looked around at the smiling faces. Every eye was on him.
There was Grantaire, Courfeyrac, Feuilly, Enjolras, all the other schoolboys: all his friends, his brothers.
Gavroche smiled; something small, but worth so much.
Courfeyrac and Grantaire, the boys on either side of Gavroche, helped him stand. Gavroche's eyes grazed over each schoolboy's face before his gaze shifted to the scene surrounded him.
The square was not as he had last scene it. The barricade rose higher than he could've imagined, stretching up into the sky. It spread about the square, one barricade the size of many put together, and Gavroche imagined that the schoolboys had taken the furniture and such from every barricade to make this one. Striped and red flags mixed as they rippled in the soft wind, the same wind that brushed Gavroche's sandy curls from his brow. On one of the perches of the barricade, Gavroche saw his sister with her legs curled up to her chest. She was staring off into the distance, but after he watched for a moment, she turned and met his gaze. A small smile hinted at her lips, and her eyes were kind, in a sad sort of way. She wasn't dressed as a boy, as she had been the last time he had seen her. Her dark waves of hair rose and fell gently in the wind. She looked a little ways from him, to where Enjolras stood with Grantaire.
Gavroche wondered about this world.
This was not his France.
Not his town.
But somehow, he liked he better.
He would even say he loved it.
There were no redcoats here.
But the revolution remained.
Revolution without fighting.
Without death.
There was no need for death now.
Gavroche felt a heavy hand on his shoulder and looked up into Courfeyrac's eyes. His friend smiled back at him, then asked, "What's that new little bit, Gavroche?"
Confused, the boy followed Courfeyrac's gaze and glanced down at his own clothes.
Pinned on his shirt, right over his heart, was a red medal.
The square was not as he had last scene it. The barricade rose higher than he could've imagined, stretching up into the sky. It spread about the square, one barricade the size of many put together, and Gavroche imagined that the schoolboys had taken the furniture and such from every barricade to make this one. Striped and red flags mixed as they rippled in the soft wind, the same wind that brushed Gavroche's sandy curls from his brow. On one of the perches of the barricade, Gavroche saw his sister with her legs curled up to her chest. She was staring off into the distance, but after he watched for a moment, she turned and met his gaze. A small smile hinted at her lips, and her eyes were kind, in a sad sort of way. She wasn't dressed as a boy, as she had been the last time he had seen her. Her dark waves of hair rose and fell gently in the wind. She looked a little ways from him, to where Enjolras stood with Grantaire.
Gavroche wondered about this world.
This was not his France.
Not his town.
But somehow, he liked he better.
He would even say he loved it.
There were no redcoats here.
But the revolution remained.
Revolution without fighting.
Without death.
There was no need for death now.
Gavroche felt a heavy hand on his shoulder and looked up into Courfeyrac's eyes. His friend smiled back at him, then asked, "What's that new little bit, Gavroche?"
Confused, the boy followed Courfeyrac's gaze and glanced down at his own clothes.
Pinned on his shirt, right over his heart, was a red medal.
NO ME GUSTA YOU'RE AN EVIL FEELS INDUCER
DO YOU PERMIT IT? NO I BET NOT BECAUSE FEELINGS XHSHUSUEIJDIXJISKKEICFJENNENSNDNDNDNDNNDNDJJDJDHJDJJDJDUDJDHDJJD
~Julia
Author's note: Wow, got kinda corny at the end there. Sorry, guys, I didn't know what to call the medal thing. I was gonna say ribbon, but it's whatever. Finally finished, after, like, a whole month of working on it. Hope y'all enjoyed my somewhat AU.
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