Jacquelyn groaned slightly, flicking their eyes open to a place they didn't fully recognize.
A part of them panicked, but as much as they wanted to jump up and check themself over and try to find out where they were, their limbs just felt too heavy.
"Woah- woah, hey, calm down. It's alright."
They looked up to see Jehan, smiling, "You know you scared us all quite a bit. Enjolras and Grantaire especially."
A cup was being raised to their mouth and Jacquelyn sipped at the beverage, the warmth of the tea seeming to spread through their body as Jehan explained,
"Fell asleep out in the cold or something. Montparnasse- him! Of all people, found you and brought you back. You've been out of it for almost two days now."
"Did anyone?" Jacquelyn weakly trailed off, glancing down at themself.
Jehan shook his head, "Eponine got you changed after we first found you. Then Musichetta, because she brought a warmer dressing gown. No one did a thing, I promise."
Jacquelyn nodded, grateful, yawning as they asked, "What elses going on?"
"Nothing too big. Don't stress."
"What time is it?" They mumbled.
"Around 10 at night."
Jacquelyn sighed, accepting another round of tea as Jehan lifted the cup to their mouth again, "You're supposedly, mostly warmed up by now, but Joly said tea wouldn't hurt."
"Ferre says you're supposed to get lots of rest." Gavroche added, plopping down on the couch to sit next to them.
Jacquelyn sighed, slowly opening their arms to him, "Let's rest then. It's far too late you to still be awake."
Gavroche crawled into their arms, and slowly, Jehan settled onto the other end of the couch, sighing, somewhat contently.
"The sky is dark and the hills are white, as the storm king speeds from the north tonight, and this is the song the storm king sings, as over the world his cloak he flings 'sleep, sleep, little one sleep,' he rustles his wings and gruffly sings 'sleep, little one sleep." Jacquelyn ran a hair through Gavroche's hair, working at one of the tangles.
They chuckled a bit as he pushed their hand away, "On yonder mountain side a vine, clings at the foot of a mother pine, the tree bends over the trembling thing, 'sleep sleep, little one sleep, what shall you fear when I am here? Sleep, little one sleep.' The king may sing his bitter flight, the tree may croon to the vine tonight,"
Enjolras crept out of his room and sunk down onto the other couch, listening to Jacquelyn's singing, tired, low, and weak, but to him, still beautiful, "but the little snowflake on my breast, liketh the song that I sing best, sleep, sleep little one sleep, weary thou art next my heart, sleep, little one sleep."
He sighed, watching as Jacquelyn nestled back into the nest of blankets tucked around them before they looked back at him, smiling weakly.
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The Darkest Night Will End
Fanfiction"There is a life, and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy in between." -Albert Camus In which three people, a marble man, a drunken cynic, and a tired soul, dragged through miserable lives tied together on some invisible string, f...
