dear_mun | someone's restless

Cosette!

[Marius gives her a wide-eyed grin. He's from before the barricades, so good luck wiping it off his face.]

I understand your sentiment entirely. Mademoiselle Auteur says I cannot go anywhere until she is done with her schooling. But to be quite honest, I'd be only content if I were to go somewhere with you beside me.

Mademoiselle if I may? I believe I know of one who would be overjoyed to see you join us where several have settled. [Because he's been using Marius's pain and stuff and might feel mildly guilty.] I do know of a world you would be welcomed, wholy.

[ As is she! Her smile is the same, unbridled and bashful. ]

Marius.

Mine cannot begin to look, she's hesitant. As would I; the world is all the more lonely knowing that you are where I am not.

Who may that be?

[ Her father? Marius? There are so few she would know. ]

Please, please tell me. I no longer wish to stay here, not for another moment.

[ Oh God, Cosette. He has not seen her for so long, and yet to see her face again makes him feel as though they have never been parted. ]

Some places are darker than others, my love. For my part, I would like to see you happy, for your smile warms my heart like the sun.

Are you well? Tell me that and I'll be at peace.

[He's bashful too, entirely brought on by Cosette. But with the bashfulness comes a certain confidence only she can bring. It's a weird sort of mixture of feelings, but such is being Marius Pontmercy.]

Do not despair for too long, dear Cosette. We have this moment together, even if we may not be able to travel to one of these new places together. This is all I ask for.

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[ She feels so foolish and yet all feels so right. ]

What can I do, Marius? What should I do? Now I doubt my decision to go, knowing you might not be there. What should I say to convince her to bring me to you?

[He bites his lip for a moment, unsure of what to say to her.]

To bring you somewhere where you would be far away from me would bring me....well, it would bring me a great sadness, now after knowing what my life is like with you in it. But les auteurs are quite fickle. I should only hope that if she would send you somewhere...it would be somewhere you would be happy.

[He holds out a hand to her.]

Still...I would also remind you to tell her that we are in love, and...it is a great tragedy to separate two people in love.

[ She holds her hands sheepishly, before reaching out to his. She's elated to no end to know that he's here, that he cares as she has. ]

Yes, yes I am fine. She's so very kind to me, but it's so quiet here. Please say the same, that yours is kind and that I might find you in one of these fantastical worlds.

A tragedy and a sin, I am sure.

[ She takes it eagerly, too eagerly, simply happy to know that he's there, he's real. ]

Where in all the stars and sky could I possibly go without you and be happy?

[ It's all he can do not to embrace her. His heart is wildly beating. Without her, he has forced himself to endure, making himself go on by promising that one day he would return to her.

Now, seeing her again, he feels he cannot bear to let her go. He takes hold of her and moves close, bringing her hand to his chest. ]

Might and would. Cosette, Cosette...I cannot tell you how much I have missed you, how many long months it has been since our wedding day. I promised you once that we would never be apart.

I have found myself in a city full of fear, and little hope. Yet what hope I have is in finding you again, and in returning to the warmth of our love.

[He has to laugh a little at that, shaking his head. Cosette's just too beautiful, even though he sees her so often at their little meetings in her gardens, he can still hardly believe it.]

The stars and the skies themselves sound like a lovely place to venture, to be frank. If you were up there...I could gaze upon you every night, without fear of being found.

[ Her heart breaks. She can see the despair written on his face. And yet she smiles right through the shared pain of separation. ]

We're married.

[ Obviously information she was not privy to until now. ]

That was all I could hope for, that you'd return to me, that I'd never leave you and it has happened. Please, tell me where you are, Marius, and I'll never let you live another day on your own in such a place.

And why would you not want to be found?

[ She chides him with a playful tone in her voice. ]

I don't know. I may very well end up there when she's finished with me.

You did not know.

[ So she is from before. All of that is in her future. He touches his hand so gently to her cheek. Even though he's serious, and worried, it is difficult to hold to anything negative when she is before him. He feels a smile tugging at his lips. ]

Yes. We are, and will be, for how could it be any other way? My heart belongs to you, and so must the rest follow.

My love, I am in a place called Zelien. It is a city much unlike Paris, or anywhere that I know. A frightening place, full of danger.

[ He pauses, for to bring her there would mean to bring her to that danger. He would fear so much for her, and yet...

And yet he would be with her again, and that temptation is almost enough to make him hope. ]

It is a place full of impossible things, dark things. There is little kindness there, except the kind that friendship's hand can give.

No, but now I do. The idea overwhelms me with joy. Yesterday I'd only just learned I was going to England with my father.

[ She smiles. Oh, she smiles, somewhat bittersweetly, mirroring the hand to her face with one to his, much more confident, much more comforting. He looks so tired to her, serious and worried made him look so worn, so lackluster. On the inside she worries that this place may have changed him for the worst. ]

But today I am married and have found you. Impossible and dark things seem so little in the light of all I have learned. I'm not afraid, I will tell her to take me to you.

I can only hope that she will listen.

[ Before the barricade. Oh God, but it seems a world away. He'd been a younger man then. Young and full of recklessness, ready to die rather than leave her. The thought makes his heart beat painfully in his chest. He looks at her and sees the hope in her face, the same hope that comforted him after that terrible night. How could he do anything but love her? ]

My dear Cosette. Always in the dark, it is you who makes my faith grow strong. You made a better man of me, and I will wait for you. For so long all I have wanted is to be back at your side for there is nowhere else that I belong. I know this to be true.

Where we can be together, there is always hope.

What happened, that you’re not afraid anymore?

[ She gently touches his face, hoping to perhaps wipe away the despair and the sadness. It doesn't go away, and still she nods. Smiling and tearing up, knowing that he is in pain where she is not. ]

Just remember that. That there is always hope.

You had found me, and now I shall find you. Whatever it was that had brought you back to me will bring me to you again. I will protect you from darkness and you, I. And God forgive me, but you should actually get some sleep with me around, you look as though the whole world has decided to sit on your shoulder, Marius.

What can I do to ease the pain you have now? Your worried look rivals Papa's.

[ And she says that lightly, with a smile, because that's who she is reminded of. ]

I sat alone, in the darkness, for a long time. Contemplating what should happen to me; should something horrific befall me, or something wonderful?

But now I don't care. Anything could happen, and I would be happy for it, because I would be out of the dark. I'm not afraid of what will happen; I'm afraid that it won't.

[ Her papa. Oh, God, her father.

He cannot tell her what the future holds for him. Marius makes that decision at once, without even thinking of it, because he would protect her from the pain. It will hurt enough when it is forced on her; he will not hasten that moment.

But she touches him with such gentleness, and for a moment he closes his eyes and leans in against that hand. His arms reach to draw her closer. A smile breaks on his lips at her words. ]

My dear Cosette. I believe that you would. I believe that you would chase all of it away. Yet I would do the same for you, my love. Every moment in that place I have wished to see you, and yet I told myself that if you were not there, at least then you would be safe from it.

Never would I wish harm to befall you. I would bear this burden, and a hundred more like it, to know you still were happy. To see you makes me happy. To see your smile and feel your touch. God, the things I say. [ Even after all this time, affection makes his cheeks hot. ] I am love's fool.

Find me, my love. Find me and we shall protect each other. We shall find a way.

[ Forgetting the notion of acting like a lady, stepping closer (after all, there was no one to see her, and so she was married, wasn't she?) and leaning her head against his shoulder. ]

But I am there, you know I am, for I lie in your heart, as you've been in mine, since the very moment I saw you.

[ Straightening his lapel, she smiles in spite of his poking fun at himself. You can see in her face now though, the sheer determination. Whether or not it was Fantine's, or even her father's, you couldn't ever tell. ]

So we shall. I will. I promise you I will.

[ Marius' arms fold around her. To him there is no impropriety in this, though he knows he should remember his manners for her sake. But she is his wife, and he has missed her so terribly. He has not truly been complete without her. ]

My love. To hold you now, it is as though new life has been breathed into me. I had not felt my own tiredness, until you took it away.

I will wait for you, and we will face the dark together. And for your part, my lady...

[ He thinks of the barricade, and the pain which she has not yet seen. ]

...have faith that there are better days ahead. Night must move through blackness to find the dawn, and you are my dawn. The lark who brings the sun with her song.

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