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Percy Blakeney is not your everyday nincompoop ([info]demnedproudofit) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2013-02-16 17:07:00

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Entry tags:marguerite blakeney, percy blakeney

Who: Marguerite and Percy
What: Dealing with the after-effects of the rescue at the carnival.
When: This afternoon
Where: Their apartment
Warnings: Mentions of death, everything else TBA?



The past few days had all blended together for Percy. Ever since people had begun to go missing, Percy had not slept much, if at all, simply because he was working on keeping a running list of those who were missing as well as coming up with a plan to go into the carnival and get them out. This whole situation played directly into Percy's strengths. He was a master of disguise and a mastermind at infiltration. As much as he had wanted to just rush in and get the people out, that was not the way things should go. It took time to properly plan such a production. But then Natasha had called for a meeting and on some level, Percy believed they had gone in a bit prematurely, but things had at least come out well. They had rescued everyone in the carnival, Dark was dead and gone, and the carnival had dispersed. Of course, he didn't like the fact that others that had been under Dark's control had escaped into the world, but what could they do? It would be nearly impossible to track down all of those people, and given they didn't even know who they were it would make it that much more difficult. And there was, of course, the greater threat of the Apocalypse still looming over them.

So really, it was no wonder why after returning the previous night that Percy had passed out once the adrenaline had subsided. He'd slept quite a long time, having needed the rest. After he'd woken up, the events of the previous night had started to set in. He hadn't taken the time to actually stop and think about what had been happening. Even when Marguerite had had a moment of doubt, he hadn't let her rest within it for very long, refocusing her on the task at hand. The last thing either of them needed was to suffer the effects of the carnival while they were trying to rescue people. As such things were setting in for him, he was realizing that all of those people had once been normal people corrupted by Dark. And some of them had died during the rescue attempt. Death was something Percy always knew was a risk in these things, but that didn't mean he liked it. It was difficult to stomach the fact that even in their twisted states, those people had been like them once.

After having some time to think through everything, he had more than an inkling that he should talk to Marguerite and work through things. He was more than certain that if he was bothered by some of the events of the previous night, Marguerite was perhaps bothered even moreso than he was. He'd made some tea and after pouring two cups, he carried them over to Marguerite, handing her one.

"How are you feeling?" He asked her. He doubt he needed to be more pointed with his question, that she would be able to understand his meaning and not deflect it. They both had come to prize being open and truthful with each other after the things they had been through together in their own world. And that hopefully was not going to be something that changed now.


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[info]blazeinhereyes
2013-02-16 11:31 pm UTC (link)
Like Percy, Marguerite had been going nonstop since the first mention of someone missing had happened. The fact that it was Barton was troubling, especially as she knew what had happened the last time he had gone missing. It was why she'd been worried about Natasha from the get go. Her post about people meeting up just solidified it. She had been too close to the issue to actively lead the rescue mission, didn't seem to think people were working on it. But she at least hadn't gone in alone this time and the group had managed a plan. Haphazard at best but in the end, it had worked.

It hadn't been easy and Marguerite knew it wouldn't be. She remembered the book, she knew what they were up against. And while she and Percy were strongest together, she still had begun to doubt. The fact that joy and happiness could kill... she had always lived by the belief to live your life to the fullest and in trying to save people from the darkness, some had died. It was the one who had died in front of her that had sent her spiraling momentarily. Another life on her hands. How many had there been before that twisted figure? Between St. Cyr and his family and this poor person who had given into the darkness? It so easily could have been her had Percy not been there, had she gone to the Carnival the first time around, when she was convinced her husband was dead and she would join him. Had Armand been there and threatened....

I know you as I know my own heart. Percy's words, his love and faith in her got her through it, and most of those hadn't died, but there still had been death. People still got out. Those who had been taken that were displaced had all been returned to their loved ones, but what of the ones who ran? Their families? After getting Enjolras back, Marguerite had let exhaustion take its toll on her as well, but unlike Percy, she hadn't slept that long. Couldn't sleep. So she had gotten up before the sun rose, showered and basically cleaned the entire apartment before reading, letting Percy sleep. He was used to this sort of thing, the infiltration and plans, the rescues. Marguerite wasn't.

By the time her husband was awake, Marguerite was curled up on the couch, simply staring out the window in thought. They had gotten in and out, yes, but that didn't mean they weren't completely unaffected. It would be impossible to be completely unaffected. But she was also aware of his presence and so she looked up as Percy handed her the tea, staring into the mug for a moment as she tried to gather her thoughts.

"Drained."

It was a simple response, but it was the truth. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. There was no need for lies and pretense. The openness of their love and faith was what had kept her going when it would have been so easy for her to fall otherwise.

"You?"

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[info]demnedproudofit
2013-02-17 08:04 am UTC (link)
While Percy had obviously missed his friends, the whole situation with Dark made him miss them just that much more. They would have no doubt helped in getting the people out of the Carnival. Their presence would no doubt have helped in the formulating of a plan. But things were what they were, and they had achieved the end result of rescuing people and destroying Dark. Even with Percy's experience with infiltration and disguises, he hadn't been in a situation quite like that before. Happiness and joy had been the weapons, and oh how potent those were. He'd heard the screams of those within the carnival as joy and happiness assaulted them. Especially the one who had died in front of Marguerite.

He'd seen the way his wife had faltered, how it had affected her and caused doubt to grow. But he wasn't about to let her fall, to become part of that horrid place. So he'd reminded her of his love and faith in her and pulled her back from that. But he was more than certain the event still held a deep effect on her. So upon her simple response to his question, he knew he was right in that belief. He sat down beside her, sipping his tea, then set it on the table and turned to her.

"Troubled. While I am glad that we were able to save those of the displaced that had been taken, I do not like the thought of those that did die during the rescue." Death on such a mission was sort of new to Percy. Obviously he had witnessed many go to the guillotine while undercover in Paris, but he'd always saved the ones he intended to save and hadn't had to kill any soldiers or anyone else in the process. So when his joy and happiness had hurt those within the carnival, that had been a new experience for him. He'd never before hurt anyone in that way. Percy did tend to try and keep out of fighting as much as he could, though he did know how to use a sword and such, but he was far more the type to negotiate and use words to get him what he wanted.

He knew the scenario was also new to Marguerite. She was not used to those sorts of missions. While she may also know death in a similar way that Percy did, she did not know it quite so first hand as they'd experienced the previous night. He was certainly hoping that he could get Marguerite to open up about how she felt about it. He wasn't about to let it sit and fester within her and cause further problems down the line. So hopefully by talking things out and dealing with it now, they could both make their peace with what happened.

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[info]blazeinhereyes
2013-02-17 01:43 pm UTC (link)
There was no doubt in Marguerite's mind that had they been there, Percy's friends would have helped. A band of eight who managed to slip into France undetected for months, outwit the entire French army. Even Ozzy and Elton. Armand.... they would have helped. But there was no other way to fight Dark than the way they had.

Sipping her tea as Percy spoke, Marguerite listened. She hadn't doubted that Percy would be upset about the deaths and those they hadn't gotten out. His plans always got the intended out, and they had gotten the displaced out yet there had been more than the ten or so involved. But it wasn't just the ones they hadn't gotten out, the ones who had died.

"We did as we meant to do, yet..." sighing, Marguerite blew some hair out of her face. She didn't blame the first group for not defeating Dark. A bunch of emotionally damaged people with different values, solo missions.... feelings compromised. But while Marguerite had helped during the siege on the complex and at the theatre, it was still different.

"Did you mean it? Because you and I both know were Armand here, in danger, my loyalties are not quite so noble, were you at risk...."

Marguerite well knew she was beyond scruples, Percy did as well. She also knew Percy had believed in her and then he had learned of St. Cyr. Like it or not, Chauvelin was right. She was no hero and her loyalties were easily swayed with the right incentive.

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[info]demnedproudofit
2013-02-18 10:18 am UTC (link)
Obviously, Percy would have wanted to save everyone in that carnival, aside from Dark. He had read the book, he knew all those people had once been normal people until they'd been taken in by Dark. They'd been twisted by their own fears and wants, turned into freaks that helped bring others into the carnival to feed Dark. But while he could be an idealist in such a way for saving everyone, Percy was moreso a realist. He knew there were limits and risks with every mission. While they had managed to save all of the displaced people from the carnival, there were those that weren't so lucky. And he didn't like that. He accepted it as a risk of what they did, as he always had with his missions in France, but that didn't mean he had to like the outcome.

When Marguerite trailed off the initial response, Percy had a good idea of what the rest of that would have been. It had not been a pleasant experience, and while they were successful to the specific goal of the rescue, so much else had happened that they weren't ready for. But who could possibly ever be prepared for the fact that the emotions of joy and happiness could kill and hurt people instead of weapons? There was no way to have prepared for that, and he understood why Marguerite was having issue with it.

"Of course I meant it. While I do know if Armand or myself were in danger you would do anything to save us, I know you have a good heart. Your heart is always in the right place, even in those situations. You are not one who sets out to do harm to others simply for the sake of doing harm to another. You would only do so if the ones you care about were in danger." Reaching out, he set his hand on her arm and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Whether you see it or not, believe it or not, you have good intentions and you would always do anything you could for those you love." Percy also knew he would do anything he could to rescue Marguerite if she were ever in danger. So in that way, they had similar frames of mind, even if Percy might be able to approach the situation a little more rationally than Marguerite would.

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[info]blazeinhereyes
2013-02-18 02:35 pm UTC (link)
That was the problem. The fact that the freaks had once been normal people. They'd had families, friends. And now were unrecognizable, lost. Did those who cared for them know? Could they know? Strange things happened in this world but the public remained mostly unaware. This wasn't France, where deaths and imprisonment were common place, based upon arbitrary reasons. Yet in some ways, perhaps because she had seen such transformations in friends and neighbors during the Revolution, she could more easily see the freaks as people. The Revolution its own Shadow Show.

But was it so fair to be angry at Natasha for doing as Marguerite herself had done when she went to save Armand? Though there was only her brother and not others. Where death was certain. Swift by the blade of la guillotine. It was frustrating and while Percy knew she would never intentionally bring harm to people, that she would do anything for Armand or him...Marguerite still worried.

"Yet you said those same words to Dewhurst." And then put her on the spot at their reception. He had been correct that she felt nothing but contempt for the Revolution, what it had become. But to keep from losing Percy, she had betrayed his trust. Almost her husband himself to save Armand.

"Armand is right. That you are brave and strong and a great man....and I love you for all of that and more. But I cannot be brave at the thought of losing you. So what happens if it becomes a possibility? If Armand shows up and I need to protect him because I have done so my whole life?"

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[info]demnedproudofit
2013-02-19 02:38 am UTC (link)
This world was so very different from their own, yet fundamentally, both worlds were the same. There was a war here, though it was not nearly as bloody here as it was in their world, but it was a war nonetheless. The major difference was that here, the enemy wasn't always human. In the time Percy had been here, he'd seen several things that the Seal had thrown at them all. He'd seen the variety of evil that could be inflicted upon them. But Dark's carnival had been something else entirely.

Those people had not deserved that fate, even the ones that had escaped out into the world, they hadn't deserved to be under Dark's control like that. They had been twisted into things that were completely unrecognizable as the people they had once been. No doubt they had families and friends out there somewhere that missed them and didn't know what had happened to them. But they were lost now, and that was a cold, hard truth that needed to be dealt with.

"If such scenarios ever happen, if Armand is the one in danger, I will be here at your side and try to keep you from running off. We will rescue him together because we are a team, and we work well together. If I am the one in danger, I would hope that you would try to say something to Lois or someone before running off." He took her hand in his own. "It seems silly to make a promise that I will never be in such a position when we both know how this place can be, how it can turn from peaceful to hostile at a moment's notice. But I will say that it is not so easy to get me into such a position. As long as there is breath in my lungs, I will fight and I will not willingly be parted from your side."

Perhaps it wasn't much of a plan, but Percy knew as well as Marguerite that the chances of Armand showing up here were the same as him never showing up. Though he would perhaps see fit to tell Lois that if anything ever happened to him that she should keep Marguerite close to her somehow. That would perhaps be an excellent contingency plan to have.

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[info]blazeinhereyes
2013-02-19 03:22 am UTC (link)
The similarities of worlds was not lost on Marguerite. She had read up on the history of this world. The wars, they were all so similar. Even to the one they faced here, where supernatural threats were just as real. But there always seemed to be a similar motivation. Underlying prejudices, a mentality that violent upheaval could never change no matter what people seemed to believe. It had happened in France so many times, Russia from her conversations with Anatoly. So many philosophers tried to say the same thing yet it never stuck, not really. The underlying explaining away of things, the prejudices, they remained.

To know those people were lost, even now that they were free, it was hard. Partially because Marguerite knew that she could have been one of them, and because she knew the pain of not knowing the fate of a loved one. Her parents, she had accepted their absence, but they had just disappeared. Whenever Armand went traveling, and especially once he was arrested in France. How long until their loved ones were twisted in their own way? Just how deeply did Dark's reach go?

Percy saying he'd be there for her if Armand showed up and were in danger, Marguerite knew he would. And he was right, they would go together. One, because they were a team and knew how to work with one another, even when they had first fought together as one despite everything. And two?Well, it wasn't like Percy would ever be able to get Marguerite to stay behind in such a case.

The part about telling Lois or someone, though. Yes, she could try to do so. But how rational would she be if that were the case? Percy was a capable man, far more capable than most gave him credit for, but that didn't mean that Marguerite would be able to handle him in danger, be able to think rationally and instead come up with her own plan, through whatever means necessary.

"I can promise to try" The emphasis on the word try was necessary. Marguerite did not like the idea of breaking a promise to Percy and she knew herself far too well to know that she would see through with telling someone. But she could try. Grasping his hand, Marguerite raised it to her lips in thought, just listening to what he was saying. At least he knew it was stupid to promise never to get in danger. That just didn't happen here. It would be the same as to swear not to die.

"Fair enough...."

Sighing, the red headed woman dropped her husband's hand and sipped her tea. eyes still darker than usual from her concern. She could hear Chauvelin's words still. Because she knew he was right. He knew parts of her Percy didn't. They were open with their lives, but did Percy understand the dark side of her? Everyone had one of varying degrees. Marguerite was at peace with it, had accepted it as a part of herself which was why she had been able to go in to the Carnival without concern that she'd be captured. It was why she would not have gone in had she still believed Percy dead. But for her husband, she would do anything. And that could be dangerous if the wrong person figured that out.

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[info]demnedproudofit
2013-02-20 10:50 am UTC (link)
It wasn't the best of topics to entertain, but they both needed to accept what had happened at the carnival, what had happened to those people. Where Percy was at a slight loss for was how to go about that. While they could pride themselves in actually accomplishing their goal of rescuing the displaced from Dark's grasp, there had been casualties that should be acknowledged. It was the simple fact that joy and happiness and other such feelings had been the true weapons to cause those casualties that Percy was struggling with.

When Marguerite promised she'd try, he nodded, knowing that was the best he would get. After all, Marguerite had gone alone to France to get in and rescue Armand. He knew how she got in the respect, so he fully accepted the promise to try. It was better than nothing at all, really. And if it was Armand that was in danger in this world, while the thought of trying to get Marguerite to stay behind might cross his mind, he knew that course was futile. It would be for the best that he went with Marguerite. He could at least be there at her side the entire time and do as much as he could to keep her from doing something incredibly stupid.

Watching Marguerite for some moments, he sipped his tea in thought. He could see the concern in his wife's eyes, and he didn't like seeing it there. Not to the degree that she was currently expressing it. "I know it isn't easy to think of these things, and God knows I like having plans. But I think we both know that even if we made some plan of what to do if I or Armand were in danger here, the plan would more or less be abandoned almost immediately. Though what we can do is to perhaps alert those we are closest to of what to do if such a situation occurred. If I found myself in danger, I would not want you to come alone." It wasn't much of a plan, but he was fairly certain that it could be done given how Marguerite was. If they told their closest friends before such a scenario ever came up, the chances of Marguerite coming for him with someone else went up.

"Though that is not the only thing that is upsetting you, is it?" Because there was obviously more on Marguerite's mind.

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[info]blazeinhereyes
2013-02-20 06:54 pm UTC (link)
Coming to terms with the fact that happiness and laughter had been the cause of pain and suffering was difficult. It was not an uncommon image in France, the aristocratic families laughing while the poor suffered and died. Because those who had been pulled in, they were innocent yet still paid the price. It was the same thing that had always bothered Marguerite about the Revolution. Children killed because of their parents.

"I imagine you are right. Especially with the threats here always so different. Even if we had a plan, it may not even work depending on the threat and situation... but if there were someone aware of the potential... it could help"

Marguerite may be rash when her loved ones were at risk but she wasn't stupid. She knew contingency plans were necessary. Such as realizing Chauvelin would always know her no matter her disguise. Plans just tended to be forgotten in the moment, where emotions were heightened.

But then Percy's next question. She knew he wouldn't like what was troubling her. The ghosts. But it was and she wasn't going to lie about that.

"Just some things Chauvelin said while he was haunting me as they were true." Shooting Percy a look to keep him from protesting, the actress sighed. "How people, my friends, do not see how I could easily become a traitor with the right incentive. You are the hero, Percy, not me."

Pursing her lips together, Marguerite ran her fingers through her hair.

"And while I would only do as such were you or Armand were at risk, should the wrong person know that, well...we both know what I am capable of."

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[info]demnedproudofit
2013-02-25 09:13 am UTC (link)
It was precisely the harming of the innocents that had moved Percy to do something about the Revolution in France. Oh he well knew how aristocrats could be. He'd seen plenty of the like even among the aristocrats in England. But Percy was different from the expected stereotype of an aristocrat. While he had not truly seen the suffering of the poor, he knew the divide between the rich and poor. But he had never cared for titles and not associating with those below his rank. No, if he liked someone he'd talk to them regardless of their origins. He never could stand for innocents to be harmed. The sins of some should not be projected onto the many, which is precisely the issue he had with the Revolution in France. Innocents were being murdered on the guillotine simply because of the class they had been born into and not because of actions they themselves committed.

"The very least to be done is to alert our friends to be aware of this potential. In that regard, at least there would be some measure of security." Which Percy pretty much knew meant that at least Marguerite wouldn't come after him or Armand alone. And he knew that was the best he would get in this matter, so he wasn't going to press for anything more than that. At least not now. If alternate plans needed to be made, he'd make them when they arose. But for now, this would need to do.

When Marguerite revealed what else was on her mind, he didn't like it as she'd predicted, but he heard her out. And, well, he did know what Marguerite was capable of. Still, he didn't like that things the overly stark Frenchman had said to Marguerite were still bothering her.

"I do indeed know what you are capable of. I would not go so far as to say it's being a traitor, but you would do anything to see the ones you love kept safe. Everyone with a heart has the very same capability. There is always something that will make a person go against what they stand for in order to protect. That is part of being human. Even I have that. I would do anything to keep you protected." Which was the truth. He would do anything for Marguerite. "I am not a hero. I am merely a man who wished to protect as many innocent people as he could." He was humble and didn't quite like being called a hero. He had merely done what he could, and he'd wanted to do more. But he was only a man and there was only so much that he and his friends could do.

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[info]blazeinhereyes
2013-02-25 05:36 pm UTC (link)
Marguerite easily knew how it was she'd been pulled in by Chauvelin. She'd been a child, lost in her ideals. But she had also seen how the vision he spoke of had turned mad. She had seen it where most were lost in the euphoria of supposedly bringing the aristocrats down to their level. Everyone is equal when they're dead. They didn't care, they had suffered for so long that they couldn't see what they were becoming. And those who did see, those who knew that all aristocratic families were not the same, they were seen as being sympathetic to the old regime, and should be tried and executed as well.

Still, Percy was right. That would be the most he would get at present from Marguerite on the matter. That they let someone know now about what to do should something happen to either of them to ensure that precautions were kept so no one went rushing off on their own on a rescue mission. Plans always changed, the Seal was always fickle in who it sent back but it was something they could deal with when it became more of an issue.

Thankfully though, Percy let her say what was on her mind without protesting the fact.

"I betrayed you, Percy. You just played it off and fooled him. But I still set up the meeting. You still could have been killed and then what?" True, Marguerite hadn't known the truth and had she, she would have gone straight to Percy with the information instead of being convinced that he didn't care one way or the other about her, but the fact remained she had allowed herself to once again work for Chauvelin to save Armand and then decided that she couldn't trust the Pimpernel and she had to do so herself.

And while she wasn't exactly surprised that Percy said that she would be the one he would forsake his ideals for, she didn't like it. Because Percy had stronger convictions than most. To save those he did not even know just because it was the right thing to do.

"You may not see yourself as a hero, Percy, but those you saved? They do. Henry could tell you just why you are and how you influenced all the superheroes of today's comics if you were to get him started on it. Perhaps you wore a mask and disguise, but you saved people. It does make you a hero."

The good thing was she knew that it wouldn't actually go to her husband's head. She knew he would remain grounded, insisting that he was just doing the right thing. But in a time like their own, the right thing was a dangerous thing, yet he still had done it, no matter the risk.

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[info]demnedproudofit
2013-03-05 06:49 am UTC (link)
Percy very well could have stopped Marguerite from saying what was on her mind, but where would that get them? It would stop them from dealing with things, and that was not a road he wanted to walk. Not after what the two of them had been through in their own world. The time where he had thought Marguerite had betrayed him and became distant from her yet still loving her all the same. He did not want to see his wife not face things that were bothering her. It would only cause far more trouble down the line for them both. And as far as Percy was concerned, they'd had enough troubles in their relationship and it was time to head things off as much as they possibly could before it caused any true problems.

"Yes I could have been killed, I know that. But when one is focused on saving another, one is capable of anything. And tell me, how could I hold it against you that you were trying to rescue Armand? If I held that course of action against you, you could hold my saving those destined for the guillotine against me. You could even hold the fact I had Armand helping me in such endeavors against me." Really, they both had done things the other could have taken personally. "Armand is your brother and I know you would do anything for him. But if I had been killed, the rest of my friends would still have been there, still have helped." Of course, Percy didn't quite want to entertain the idea of him actually having died there, but he was fairly certain his friends would have banded together to get Armand and Marguerite out of there.

This hero talk was very strange to Percy. On the one hand, he did like knowing he'd done some good and had people recognize that fact. But on the other, he didn't like the title of hero. It seemed really strange to him to be called a hero simply for doing what was right, for saving innocent people from deaths they didn't deserve. While Percy would hope that more people in the world were like him and would do the right thing when presented with a challenge, even on topics seemingly mundane, he knew not everyone did. There were those that made the wrong choices.

"Perhaps I am, but one should not be called a hero for simply doing what is right. But alas, the world does not work like that." Because there was injustice everywhere, the uglier side of human nature, the side that Percy truly hated.

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[info]blazeinhereyes
2013-03-06 02:59 am UTC (link)
It was true, that avoiding what she had to say would only make things worse and that the two had gone through enough in their marriage due to a lack of communication. Still, Marguerite knew Percy's feelings on Chauvelin, and more than that, his feelings on what had happened while the man's ghost had been haunting her and tearing her down. It didn't change the fact that it was still true, though. At least to her. At least in this instance. She couldn't ignore it, it wouldn't make it any less true. And having it shut out would just make it worse.

"Yes, anything is possible when one is focused on saving another, especially one they love." But that didn't change anything. It didn't change the fact that Marguerite had inadvertently betrayed Percy and that would haunt her. She was just good at not living on the what if scenarios consistently. Just everything with Dark, the Carnival, it brought them to the forefront of her mind and she had to work through it otherwise it would keep getting to her. But, she also knew that she couldn't blame Percy for Armand's decisions. He was foolish and hard headed, even though he was the rational one of the siblings. Still, she doubted that Percy's friends would have saved her. Or it only would have been for him and Armand, while hating her. Who could say for certain.

At least they didn't actually have to worry about that though.

"Percy, we lived in a time where doing the right thing was heroic because the consequence was death. So while doing the right thing shouldn't necessarily make one a hero, at times, it does. A hero is what you make of them. You knew that someone would take your mantle if necessary..."

Those had been his words before he had 'died' in front of her. That he may be killed, but someone would always be willing to sail into the fire. So reaching over, Marguerite took her husband's hand and squeezed it gently.

"It seems it is simply a matter of perception. You see it as doing the right thing, others as being a hero. And others as a nuisance who should have left well alone. I see it as you being the man I fell in love with and knew existed, despite the charade. Whatever it is, it's you."

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[info]demnedproudofit
2013-03-18 12:40 am UTC (link)
Living with what if scenarios was not an easy thing to do by any means. Percy lived with them more often than he cared to admit, but such was the line of his work. Infiltrating France was dangerous and he well knew any of those trips he had taken, had even one thing gone askew, the entire operation would've been blown and he would most likely be dead. Some times those what ifs did haunt him, as they did after the things he'd witnessed in the Carnival. After all, the weapons used in liberating the Carnival were not necessarily the traditional ones. Killing anyone that wasn't Dark himself had not been an objective because everyone in there, even the most twisted of Dark's freaks, had been human at some point and were innocents underneath it all.

"I know this is a difficult time for the both of us. But what is important is that we are here together, we are alive and have each other. Everyone has their weak points, their faults, but those are what make us human. It is human to be flawed. Only when we accept our weak points and faults can we be at peace with ourselves." He knew it would be difficult for Marguerite to put that advice into practice, but he would be there with her every step of the way. And he was not about to let things Chauvelin said to her destroy her. Even if they were the truth, he needed her to accept them about herself and not let it tear her apart. If those things did tear her apart, then Chauvelin would win. And Percy couldn't live with that knowledge.

Looking down at their hands, then looking back up at Marguerite as she squeezed his hand, he smiled gently. "It is a difficult thing to accept, that I have been held in such esteem when I was merely helping my fellow man. But you are right, there will always be someone willing to sail into the fire." It was why he'd had such faith in his friends. He knew they would brave the fire if Percy was killed. Someone would always rise up when there was need for it.

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[info]blazeinhereyes
2013-03-18 01:45 am UTC (link)
Marguerite lived her life by a very strict code of living life for what it was. One life. That was all they had and so they should make the best of it, no matter their station in life. It was why she had never let something as simple and ridiculous as class or culture keep her from pursuing what she wished. Had she let her life keep her down, she never would have gotten out of the gutter. The country had been in upheaval, crying for equality... and she had taken it, she never had let it hold her down, so why ever would she stop? What ifs in such a life? They didn't help. They held one down and Marguerite took what she got and went with it.

Still, she did just quirk a brow at her husband. Generally speaking, she was perfectly fine at accepting who she was. She only had kept hidden the aspect of her past because she had feared that Percy's English sensibilities wouldn't allow him to stay with her if he knew. She worried he would have told Armand and she didn't want him to be upset at what she had done. It had been to ensure their survival, and she never was going to let herself be weak before the upper class, they would take what they wanted so she'd ensure that she was able to eat because of it.

"I well accept that part of me, Percy and am at peace with it. But that does not change the fact that I will worry what would happen should the wrong person realize that fact. That I worry how others may respond. Just because I have accepted something about myself does not mean others will."

Just as it had been with her former life. But she also did worry, she had lost friends in France and in a place like this, losing people was such a large threat, that she didn't exactly relish the notion of losing friends because of who she was. Though true, that meant they were not worth her friendship if they could not accept her. But that was still something that would bother her. Being around all that darkness, the faltering, it just made it more prevalent within her mind.

Thankfully, Marguerite knew the truth of who he was, and more than that, she knew that he survived. Had she not known that, well, that phrase would have caused her to break as it had been the last thing he had said before she had seen him guillotined before her. Instead she just smiled faintly.

"It does seem to be a common desire, people just go about their means of doing the right thing in different manners."

Percy saving the condemned as trials were little more than a farce, Enjolras trying to change the future though really, it would take so much more than a simple rebellion and loss of life to change the ingrained mentality of following those in charge and letting power get to someone's head. It still existed, even here. There was so much that needed to be done.

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[info]demnedproudofit
2013-04-08 01:38 am UTC (link)
Now came the tricky part. He well knew Marguerite had a heart and cared greatly about people, he'd experienced it on more than one occasion before. As such he knew she was easily hurt if people didn't accept her for who she was when she accepted them. It wasn't easy to guard against things of that nature, and while Percy also wished to say that the wrong people wouldn't ever get ahold of that particular bit of information about Marguerite, sometimes things could not be helped. People confessed much under torture, or in this world where magic and other such things existed, reading another's mind could just as easily yield such information.

"Anyone who does not accept you for who you are never truly wanted to know you in the first place. I know you don't like hearing that and that such circumstances might be difficult for you to deal with, but that is the truth. But regardless of what the future holds, you will always have me here by your side. I love you, and you and I are stronger together." Percy well knew what they both were capable of on their own, but they were capable of so much more together. He never wanted to be without Marguerite at his side as long as there was something he could do about it.

The world had a lot wrong with it, but humans were imperfect by nature. Power and the desire for it drove many a good man down dark paths. Many people suffered at the hands of human cruelty, and while there would always be those who would stand against such injustice, it would always pop back up again somewhere else. It was difficult to eradicate injustice completely, but that was the saga of life.

"It is certainly interesting to see how people go about it." Percy smiled softly. There had been many acts of heroism that he'd witnessed since being here. Everyone certainly did band together here when chaos was underway.

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[info]blazeinhereyes
2013-04-08 03:48 am UTC (link)
The risk of caring was being hurt by those you cared for. And some people ran from it, but Marguerite embraced it, the exhilaration, the entire aspect. There would be disagreements, she well knew that. Especially as Marguerite wasn't exactly the most agreeable of people when she felt strongly on something. Which was a lot more often than she had been letting on. She had been trying to follow the advice Armand would have given him were he there. But every time she had held back a thought or opinion.... well, it was not something she could really keep doing.

So Percy's comment had her just quirk a brow at him. She knew that, she told Eponine as much whenever she seemed to doubt herself. That people who could not accept you for who you truly were definitely were not worth it. That they didn't really care. Maybe she held onto her friendships too tightly because she was naturally flirtatious and out going. She surrounded herself with people. She gave her all to her friendships so when they crashed around her, they hurt all the much more. But she had weathered plenty of losses before. Why stop now?

"Yes and? I'm well aware of these facts, Percy."

Didn't mean she had to like them. And if she lost her friends, the ones she had truly confided in, who she connected with more than most, yes, it would hurt and she would wonder why. But she also didn't take well to people telling her to be someone she wasn't.

"But yes, we will always have one another."

Sighing, Marguerite shifted and curled up against her husband, pursing her lips together in thought.

"It is. The question is if they will ever learn from the mistakes of the past, or continue to make them and then wonder why nothing happens, or not in the way they want."

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