" ouch " ,
Clara held her head in her hands. The burning in her head didn't stop til a flash a red passed her eye sight. Instantly she was on the balls of her feet chasing the red in the darkness. Her dress material was light her whole body pumping with adrenaline saying this was destiny.
She then stopped losing track of the color not even feeling a bit tired. The void was filled with color. People of all colors and fashion were surrounding her but their faces all unrecognizable. Her ears were filled with a muffled tune as a platform rose.
She was standing behind the tower but there were people on the platform. What caught her attention the most was the figure in the middle. His tied back hair and lean yet muscular body had wore her red jacket, waving the French flag way over everyone's heads.
VIVE LA FRANCE! VIVE LA REVOLUTION!
Beads of sweat lingered on her neck as she slinged her body up. Everyone in the room was startled awake from the sudden movement. The candle light was the only hope the people had in the room til Clara woke up. Clara's grin grew and her eyes glinted more than ever. She removed the blankets around her to get on her feet and quickly hug everyone. To Joly, Musichetta, Elzo, Oliver, Grantaire, Courfeyrac, even to the little boy who was in her place hours before.
Clara face was still covered with the ashes with fire as she planted kisses all over Grantaire face. "Boys, we are going make a change", she said in between from a flushed Grantaire to Elzo and Oliver.
" Is she mad?", the small boy questioned Courfeyrac. " No she is Clara ", Courfeyrac responded still trying to process what happened.
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Waiting Here/// Les Mis.✔
Fanficlittle they know the one who sparked the revolution still waits in the tiny room of the Cafe Musain, his little Patria. "Welcome To The Revolution Our Dear Apollo", her eyes glinted with mischief. "Oh buzz-off Clara", he puffed and tied his loose...
