Ballet Shoes, Angel's Hair and Revolution (A Les Misérables fanfiction)

Chapter 35

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It was almost dawning when we left the basements of Corinth. The city was incredibly quiet and everything, seemed to be drowning in sweet peaceful slumber. The sky turned a grey-violet shade of blue, and gave the city a dreamy look. Only the early morning birds were beginning to sing somewhere in the distance. It must have been around four in the morning, maybe four thirty.

Our party stumbled onto the streets, the whole dozen of us and the two guardsmen, strolling through Paris in a drunken manner. I was glad that the whole city was asleep, otherwise we could have caused a lot of gossip with our bizzare looks and behavior.

The wine has gotten into my head a little, so I was very grateful for Courf's arm that was wrapped around my waist, giving me the stability I needed in order not to fall over on the uneven cobblestones. The men were laughing about something, but I had no idea what caused so much amusement. I was so tired, I could feel the pain of the sleepless night in my bones and I was almost half asleep. I was snuggled into Courfeyrac's shoulder and all I could think of was finding myself in my bed.

We haven't walked a long time when I heard one of the guardsmen exclaim in a drunken manner,

"Gentlemen, don't you think it would be suitable if we left the happy couple alone?!"

His shout received a loud applause from the rest of the drunken youth, and I couldn't stop the strange feeling that they were all going to deny the occurrence of any of those events when they sober up.

"Yes! They must wish to celebrate on their own!" This time the other guard chuckled, and finished his statement with a joyful series of hiccups.

"Oh no, it's quite alright," I mumbled quietly.

"Oh come on, we all know that François probably planned something special for the two of you!" Exclaimed Barnard, the guy who's name I remembered only because he was the one pouring wine.

"Oh please, it's almost dawning!"  I yawned.

"No, no, no. We insist on giving the two of you some privacy," this time it was Charles who spoke with a mischievous flicker in his eyes.

"She is quite right, it's late," It was Enjolras to be the first to disagree with the plan of leaving me and Courfeyrac alone.

"Or early, Alexandre" I giggled, amused at his behavior. Was he... jealous? I turned my head to look at Courf, "Nevertheless, I would be thankful if you agreed to walk me home, Fra" I smiled at him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"We should leave then, gentlemen" it was Enjolras again, this time his voice was even more dull and emotionless, almost as if even it was made out of marble. I took a glimpse at him. Yes, my drunken mind has assessed that he indeed must have been jealous. Even though he has taken on his stone mask, the corner of his lips seemed to twitch in annoyance. It was as if the alcohol, which he usually did not drink, has made it impossible for him to control some of his impulsive manners. Despite being a little bit tipsy, when our eyes met, I realized out that the two of us would need to talk about the bizzare things that happened at the meeting.

I sent him a look that was supposed to be apologetic, but in the state that I found myself in, it could have been anything on the scale of feelings. From anger, through annoyance, a desperate lover's look, to a numb meaningless glare. I have no idea which one he had received from me that night.

Before I blinked, I was left alone with Courfeyrac.

"Come on, we should go home" he whispered quietly, rubbing my arm.