Back in 1832, there was a Lady named Isabelle Dalles. Daughter of an English Duke and of a Bourgeoisie Lady.
She was known to the urchin as Mademoiselle Ange for her deeds. Most of the time she walks the street of Saint Michel to help the beggars, giving them a sous or bread.
There she met Little Gavroche and his elder sister Eponine. The lady was also known to the rest of the Amis even though none of them met her in person. Until that time the little Gavroche brought her to the Musain thinking she can join their society.
"Gavroche! You know his rules. You can't bring her upstairs." the man in glasses told the little boy.
"But Combeferre! She can help us! She gives us sous and bread!" Gavroche protested.
"Enjolras will not approve this Gav... You know him. " the man said.
Isabelle Dalles, who is now more confused about what is happening decided to ask.
"I'm sorry Monsieur, but I do not understand what's going on."
As if a queue, a man with golden locks and burgundy jacket descended from the upper floor. He immediately noticed his friends and decided to approach them.
"Combeferre, Gavroche! " he called their attention.
"Ah! Enjolras! We just have a bit of situation here... " Combeferre stated. "You see, Gavroche brought Mademoiselle Dalles here and asking if she can join us."
"Mademoiselle Dalles" the name sounded familiar to him and tried to remember where or when did he heard the name, as Combeferre tried to explain how he reminded Gavroche about their rules and how the lady knew nothing about the society. In the middle of all this explanation by Combeferre ---
"Monsieur... Have we met before? It seems to me that we may have met." She suddenly blurted out.
As the three immediately turned to her.
"I'm sorry- I just--- I thought I saw or we may have met somewhere -"
"Or perhaps he just reminds you of the marble statue of Apollo or Antinous." a new voice said. She turned to the source of the voice and saw a man holding a bottle of something and he looks like he's... Drunk. But he is right he kind of remind her of a marble statue. His face was like it's perfectly carved out of marble. His golden locks and cerulean eyes reminds her of an angel. He is so...
"Perfectly handsome... " she mumbled. As she realised what she said, she hoped no one heard it. But that is clearly not the case as she heard the drunk man let out a laugh. And right now she felt as if her whole face matched the color of his jacket.
"Mademoiselle, Monsieur. Let us not stray from our discussion." Enjolras saidas he glared at the drunk man. Clearly he is not quite comfortable being a subject when it comes to his physical features.
"But Monsieur. I don't quite understand what is this society that you keep on talking about. Little Gavroche said that he wants me to meet his friends"
"Mademoiselle, you see... We are planning to overthrow the monarchy. Look around... There are alot of injustice that is happening in this country. The poor just keeps on getting poorer." Enjolras explained. As he keeps on explaining their cause she noticed that fire that burns in his eyes. The fierce passion fueling. The drunk man is right he is like Apollo. He shines even brighter that Apollo.
"Your passion is truly admirable, Monsieur. If there's anyway I can support your cause... I am not oblivious about the current state of this country. I walk these streets almost everyday - that's how I met Gavroche- I am not blind. So... If there's anything I can do. Little Gavroche knows where to find me. "
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FanfictionModern AU In modern world with Les Amis. But they still have the memories of 1832. I have no plot to post as of now. Let's just see how the story will turn out.
