Enjolras (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} barricadeboy) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} spinningcompass,@ 2021-12-27 22:02:00 |
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Where? Place Saint-Michel
When? Two days after this, Dec 23rd?
What? Vive la révolution!
Rating There's blood n that
Open? Yes, to all, feel free to subthread etc
This door opening had been absolute hell, but it had also felt strangely necessary. On the station, Enjolras had often tried to shrug off and deny the weight and the guilt that he was carrying, but having the opportunity to go back had been cathartic. Cathartic, painful, beautiful, haunting... he'd spent the first day scrubbing up his friends' blood, the next clearing rubble and rallying the troops. He'd kept himself busy with important work, and slept in his old apartment - except for the one night he'd spent at Grantaire's, hugging his shirt like an absolute sap.
The two world's had collided with Brenna's arrest, and Enjolras had realised that the door was much more of an opportunity than he had dared to believe at first. With the Viking raid of the police station, Enjolras realised that revealing himself to be risen from the ashes was no bad thing, and so he had gone about rallying the people once more. The police were far too busy to notice him.
The people had renewed hope and faith. They hadn't killed the leader in red after all, it was all another lie of the state. He had even managed to get to Marius, who had embraced him and kissed his cheeks and wept with joy. The same Frenchman who was now poised for another battle, despite how poorly the last attempt had gone.
Along with Marius were other French men and women of the era, mixed in with the people of the station. The military didn't stand a chance. Not this time. Enjolras spoke softly but confidently to his own people, any thoughts of a suicide by police behind him.
The steady march of horses hooves could be heard echoing down the street, but unlike last time, no one lining the streets ran and hid. They stood their ground, and that alone seemed to confuse the military men.
"Citoyens, ne jetez pas vos vies. Dégagez les rues, rentrez chez vous. Ces extrémistes seront traités rapidement," the commanding officer called out, but no one moved.