Untitled (Archy & Mehitabel/Les Miserables)
Posted in Crossovers, Fan Fiction, Les Misérables, Misc. Books, Poems on May 3rd, 2007 No Comments »
well boss
i have been in paris for two weeks now
Posted in Crossovers, Fan Fiction, Les Misérables, Misc. Books, Poems on May 3rd, 2007 No Comments »
well boss
i have been in paris for two weeks now
Posted in Fan Fiction, Les Misérables on May 3rd, 2007 No Comments »
I have never seen one fly, but
sometimes they perch on the hand.
~Craig Raine, “A Martian Sends a Postcard Home”
Posted in Fan Fiction, Les Misérables, The Picture Portrait Gallery on Mar 20th, 2007 No Comments »
He cast a glance over to Grantaire’s table. Poor fellow, already falling-down drunk. It never did take him very long. For all his flippancy, Courfeyrac really did regret what had happened to Grantaire, and often wondered whether there were not some way to reverse it.
There was not, naturally.
Posted in Fan Fiction, Les Misérables, The Picture Portrait Gallery on Mar 20th, 2007 No Comments »
As Combeferre brushed into Bahorel and Feuilly on his way back into the café and nearly jostled the parcel from Feuilly’s arms, he smiled gently and apologetically at them; Bahorel smiled back, although it was really more of a grimace, and laughed and Feuilly swore and ignored him entirely. Combeferre did not sigh, although the [...]
Posted in Fan Fiction, Les Misérables, The Picture Portrait Gallery on Mar 20th, 2007 No Comments »
He had often hated being the one whom everyone dismissed, but he had learnt long ago he couldn’t beat it out of people. He used to try. When they laughed at him and wanted to know what great historical building he had desecrated this week, he used to strike them or speak sharply to them, [...]
Posted in Fan Fiction, Les Misérables, The Picture Portrait Gallery on Mar 20th, 2007 No Comments »
Eagle had looked at him. He bent his head, glanced at the other side of the room, glanced at his glass, at the window, and back again. Now Eagle was speaking with that horrid little Joly fellow, the scrawny fellow in the greatcoat, the one who was so impossibly thin and small and wretched. Joly. [...]
Posted in Fan Fiction, Les Misérables, The Picture Portrait Gallery on Mar 20th, 2007 No Comments »
He watched Joly put his head on one side and then begin his work, and felt an unexpected, if unsurprising, warm feeling of love.
Posted in Fan Fiction, Les Misérables, The Picture Portrait Gallery on Mar 20th, 2007 No Comments »
Well.
Curious.
Posted in Fan Fiction, Les Misérables, The Picture Portrait Gallery on Mar 20th, 2007 No Comments »
Enjolras had always been a chemist’s assistant.
He had wanted to, expected to, known he would have a job from the beginning, from the day he came to Paris. His uncle was an apothecary who did experiments in the rooms upstairs and irritated the family, and felt obligated to enlighten and instruct his young nephew on [...]
Posted in Fan Fiction, Les Misérables, The Picture Portrait Gallery on Mar 20th, 2007 No Comments »
Feuilly went through into the back room, closing the door silently behind him and then wiping the knob off with his worn handkerchief. Enjolras and Combeferre were still standing together, discussing something, but Feuilly noticed at once that they were discussing it very loudly and heatedly. Enjolras looked furious, and Combeferre very determined. Neither of [...]