A/N: Even though I don't really ship these two; I had a thought of what they could have been if they were together.
Disclaimer: "Les Miserables' belongs to Victor Hugo.
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Crowns of Patria
Enjolras & Cosette
.
her eyes are captivating
the definition
of an angel
.
he is intense
an invisible mask
of utmost courage
.
he loves the golden-haired beauty
in his own indifferent ways;
stiff kisses
& gazes at her through the gates
(but his love is ice-cold respect)
.
she loves him too;
he was her first love
he was everything that she wanted
(yet, her naivety got the best of her)
.
higher society is enthralled by them
after all, they are Parisian royalty;
a Lark for a princess
and
Apollo for a prince
(how does pride and appearance contribute to love?)
.
she is bourgeois, definitely
she knows there are many of those
that it's almost intimidating
she gives a new meaning to conventional
.
she may be just his prize
a pretty, delicate, glowing addition that holds onto his arm
what she doesn't know,
is that his passion for France is growing each passing hour.
(maybe that's why he's capable of being terrible)
.
apart
(only him, only her)
they are unyielding
.
with each other
(in their separate world together)
they are unconquerable
.
then again ~
if they are a Lark for a princess,
and Apollo for a prince
(wouldn't that be utterly satisfying?)
everyone else seems to think so
.
& maybe others will find true love
with cliche fairy tale endings
but they are idealistic
together, they are perfect without even trying
{pride and charm doesn't buy love?
alright, dearest, you keep telling yourself that.}
.
determination and loneliness
will help them find each other
but why should they?
They are Enjolras and Cosette,
but the revolution is near
so near, it's stirring the blood in their veins
.
she is the vision of a belle
a captivating smile, an enticing laughter
that never quite reaches her blue, wet eyes
.
he is especially farouche
sullen and morose in her company
boisterous in presence of Les Amis de l'ABC
he is so distracted by his magnifique country
their effortless love is as faux as their dreams of tomorrow
.
alone they are again,
until another man sweeps the pretty thing off her feet
Enjolras lost her
His friend found her
.
he holds up the blazing red flag
all merciless pistols are pointed at his stone chest
'Vive la Republique'
the freedom fighter's jacket is stained
his heart of ice shatters like glass as he falls
J'taime, Cosette.
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