TO CARVE AN ANGEL FROM MARBLE act two, chapter fourteen
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( november 1831 )
SUNLIGHT SHONE THROUGH THE windows of the Cafe Musain. A plate full of freshly baked fruit buns, provided by Madame Hucheloup, sat on a table near the door, but the sweet aroma of the pastries was not what grabbed the attention of Les Amis that morning.
In the corner of the room, two figures slept side by side. She had her head laying on his shoulder, while his head rested atop hers. They seemed, for once, completely at peace— but unfortunately, with this particular group of young revolutionaries, that peace wouldn't last much longer.
"Well, don't they look comfortable," commented Combeferre with a cheeky grin, which caused Courfeyrac to snicker loudly.
Grantaire, whose hangover had been completely forgotten after he noticed the sleeping pair, reached out to poke Madeleine's cheek. This caused her to momentarily stir, just long enough to swat away the finger that had poked her and bury her face more into Enjolras' shoulder. The sudden movement, in turn, made the blonde awake from his own slumber.
He lifted his head, blinking the sleep from his eyes and shaking away the messy curls that had fallen over his forehead. Upon noticing the group of men staring at him with freakishly large smiles on their faces, his eyebrows pulled together and a look of annoyance crossed his features. It was evident that he wasn't a morning person.
"What are you staring at?" he grumpily asked. The question made Courfeyrac laugh again.
Movement beside him grabbed Enjolras' attention, and he suddenly became aware of a weight resting against his shoulder. He looked down, only to find Madeleine fast asleep against him. Startled, he immediately pulled away from her, causing her to stir with a series of unhappy grumbles. She looked over at Enjolras, and after noticing how close they were to one another, she scooted away with a blush.
"How adorable," teased Prouvaire.
Grantaire sipped at a bottle of wine left over from the night before, the same one that he had fallen asleep clutching tightly in his hand. "I bet you two slept well," he added.
"Piss off," Enjolras grumbled. He stood to his feet with a quick glance in Madeleine's direction. She was looking everywhere but him, her usual pale cheeks dusted a deep crimson color.
Frowning, he went to gather his belongings, but he was still hazy from his slumber, so he accidentally knocked his book from the table. He went to pick it up from the floor, failing to notice the piece of paper that had fallen out from between the pages. Grantaire, however, did notice it.
"What is this?" he asked as he picked up the paper from his feet.
Madeleine felt all the color drain from her face as she realized what it was— it was the drawing she'd given him just the day before! She watched, silent, as Grantaire studied the drawing closely. Then, much to her horror, he flipped it over for not only her to see, but the rest of the Amis who had gathered around them, as well!
