1832. Again
May. 20th, 2014 05:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rudderlessIn the end, she doesn't heed Gavroche's earlier advice to run. If she did that she'd be no better than her parents. Instead, she smudges her features with dirt from the coal bin and rushes off to find Marius and deliver the letter.
But she's too late. Far too late.
The door has played a trick on her. She should have guessed that it might. The Rue Plumet has been blocked off for the king's parade, and she's helpless to do anything but watch as the same disturbance and participate in the same flight to the barricade.
Marius is grateful to see her; calls her silly. Tells her not to die. Reads the note and laments his choices. His presence arrests her and reduces her to the state of a pining ninny; she wonders if she should have been noble, sacrificed herself in silence.
But it doesn't matter. Her original analysis is confirmed, and he loves her not.
**
She falls asleep on her aching feet, leaning against a chest of drawers, holding a musket against her shoulder. The sound of shouting and gunfire waken her, and the stand-off lasts for hours, her eagle eyes scouring the holes and cracks with suspicion.
The tension breaks when she sees the silver barrel of a shotgun peek through the hole.
On instinct she shoves the closest person to her away - and that person happens to be Marius. She feels a keen pain in her shoulder, reaches for her breast. His arms reach for her but she shakes her head and staggers backward.
She has time enough to see the look of surprise on his face as she falls backward and through the open door of the inn.
But not the inn she expected to land within...
But she's too late. Far too late.
The door has played a trick on her. She should have guessed that it might. The Rue Plumet has been blocked off for the king's parade, and she's helpless to do anything but watch as the same disturbance and participate in the same flight to the barricade.
Marius is grateful to see her; calls her silly. Tells her not to die. Reads the note and laments his choices. His presence arrests her and reduces her to the state of a pining ninny; she wonders if she should have been noble, sacrificed herself in silence.
But it doesn't matter. Her original analysis is confirmed, and he loves her not.
**
She falls asleep on her aching feet, leaning against a chest of drawers, holding a musket against her shoulder. The sound of shouting and gunfire waken her, and the stand-off lasts for hours, her eagle eyes scouring the holes and cracks with suspicion.
The tension breaks when she sees the silver barrel of a shotgun peek through the hole.
On instinct she shoves the closest person to her away - and that person happens to be Marius. She feels a keen pain in her shoulder, reaches for her breast. His arms reach for her but she shakes her head and staggers backward.
She has time enough to see the look of surprise on his face as she falls backward and through the open door of the inn.
But not the inn she expected to land within...
