Courfeyrac and the Several Amis: A Les Mis AU

Chapter 2

Courfeyrac was out in the garden, the garden of the mother that he'd had once, but could barely remember. Because of this fact, he wondered why he still tended to it and didn't let the weeds overgrow it. He was pulling out the weeds around the well that was looking quite green, and he was singing. Very off-key.

"Some day my Prince will come, some day we'll meet again, and away to his castle we'll go, to be happy forever, I know..." He snorted, tugging out the last weed. Considering his terrible working conditions, it was a good thing that he had a sense of humor to keep his will to live alive.

He sat up in the grass, looking at his knees through the holes in his pants--Madame took all of Courfeyrac's nice clothing 'so he wouldn't ruin them', though in reality just wanted to make the handsome prince appear less so in less flattering clothes--then stood up and looked into the green sludge in the water. "And to think everyone thinks it grants wishes. It's too full of the plants to be bothered with our wishes."

A bird landed on the edge, then tweeted at him. Courfeyrac grinned. "Do you dare me to do it?" The bird tweeted again. "Don't go endorsing dangerous behavior, now," Courfeyrac said back, then leaned over the edge. The water looked even worse than it had looked when he had just peeked in. "Ah, yes, mother, don't you just smell lovely this fine day."

The water rippled a little, as if to respond. Courfeyrac laughed, then looked back at the bird still sitting on the side of the well. "All one has to do is make a wish into the well, and if you hear an echo, then your wish will come true. Silly right? Alright, I wish for..." He thought for a minute. What was he even going to wish for? It couldn't be too bad, just in case this did actually work.

Courfeyrac smirked as he leaned back over the algae and said in a high dramatic voice, "I wish for a handsome prince to come find me and for us to fall in love." He almost fell into the muck laughing. The bird continued to tweet at him, but it sounded more like giggling.

"That'll be a story to tell Jehan that they'll appreciate, being stuck in the mirror for eternity," Courfeyrac said, wiping his eyes, "No prince is ever going to come--"

"Fall in love?" a gentle voice asked from behind him and Courfeyrac quite nearly jumped the stone wall in surprise. The young man next to him said quickly, "I'm so sorry, sir, I didn't mean to frighten you. I only meant to ask for some water for my horse."

Courfeyrac, hearing this soothing voice, decided that it wasn't a terrifying monster and turned around. Standing in the grass, adjusting his glasses was a--very handsome--prince. Or at least Courfeyrac was assuming he was a prince, since he was wearing a very nice outfit complete with a crown, and behind him was a white stallion. There was no denying that he was not a monster, and if he was, he was the most attractive monster there ever was in creation.

"Why hello there," Courfeyrac said, trying to be smooth by leaning on the well and tried not to grimace at the slimy exterior while he slowly slid. Nailed it. He bowed, adding, "Your Highness."

The prince stammered quickly, "Oh no, please don't worry about formalities, sir. My name is Combeferre. What's yours?"

Courfeyrac was beginning to have one heck of a time remembering how to breathe. This insanely adorable prince with glasses, whose very pretty name was Combeferre, was actually talking to him. And he had no idea how to handle that. Any of that. "I'm Courfeyrac, what's your name?"

Combeferre raised his eyebrow. "I just told you, it's Combeferre."

Now Combeferre was going to think he was stupid. "I'm nervous, alright? I can't talk to cute boys. Wait a minute." Courfeyrac thought about what he had just said. "I just revealed myself, didn't I?"