“…he told himself that he really had not suffered sufficiently to merit so radiant a bliss, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted him to be loved thus, he, a wretch, by that innocent being.”
Let’s take a moment to appreciate the beauty that is Bahorel and Cosette being absolute BFFs:
Again, 6’4’’ Bahorel and 5’1’’ Cosette being absolute BFFs
matching Halloween costumes which they then post on their fashion blog
(their best one has to be Peter Pan & Tinkerbell because they both
look amazing in green and Bahorel’s wings were absolutely gorgeous)
Always making the cake together for when it’s another Ami’s birthday, Bahorel bakes, Cosette does the decorating (because Bahorel sucks at decorating), everyone agrees that they have yet to top the five layered peanut butter chocolate cake for Gavroche’s tenth birthday
Bahorel teaching Cosette self-defence (She accidentally breaks his arm once, he’s never been more proud)
Cosette holding Bahorel’s hand the entire time when he gets his first tattoo because, ‘It can’t be that ba- HOLY FUCK’
Going shopping together
Going wedding dress shopping together when Cosette and Marius get engaged (Bahorel gets drunk on champagne because he’s classy okay, and also crying at literally every dress Cosette tries on).
Bahorel staring at Cosette completely scandalized the first time she curses like a bloody sailor and she’s like, ‘What? You basically said the same thing like, ten minutes ago’ ‘Yeah, but I wasn’t raISED BY NUNS.’
Every time someone assumes they’re together Bahorel’s like, ‘Oh god no,
she’s way too punk for me’. Cosette, in her pale pink pastel dress,
smiles. People scutter away terrified. They high-five
Cosette being the first one Bahorel called when he figured out he had a crush on Feuilly because, ‘YOU’RE DATING A GINGER RIGHT HOW DO YOU WHAT DO YOU WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!’ (After she calmed him down a bit and they talked for like two hours, he called Parnasse who too, has experience with dating a certain other ginger only to be threatened to have all of his waistcoats sliced up and ‘YES THE PURPLE ONE TOO EVEN THOUGH IT’S FUCKING GORGEOUS, I SWEAR TO GOD , IT’S FUCKING 3 AM, GO THE FUCK BACK TO SLEEP, ASSHOLE’)
we all know Valjean is super big on education, right? I mean, he only talks about it a BILLION TIMES in Shoujo Cosette like dang man we GET IT
but just imagine for me
Valjean appreciates education not just in reading, writing, math, history, whatever
he’s big on self defense also, especially when it comes to Cosette, because heck she will know how to defend herself in every way
imagine him teaching Cosette all he can, and then sending her to these self defense and martial arts classes, and soon she knows mostly everything that anyone can teach her, and her punches and kicks are like lightning and she’s totally ripped underneath all that pink adorableness like imagine being a bully or an evil dude and suddenly this pink whirlwind comes flying at you and suddenly you’re on the ground and you look up and this rosy cheeked blonde girl is standing over you with her fists clenched and she starts reprimanding you like how legit is THAT
so yes, Valjean is a big advocate of education, because no one can take your knowledge away, but that knowledge extends to self defense and you bet Cosette knows every move in the books
~Fantine: white clothes, sacrifice, a needle and thread, the memory of a child’s laughter, the faded taste of champagne, factory grease, a failed Paris romance, biting back the fear, soft hands, gentleness, regretful glances, tired feet and a long road to follow
~Jean Valjean: rosary beads, scarred skin, straight black unforgiving numbers, little shards of glass, a ship at sea, hidden treasure, flickering candles, a dark and lonely room, hot food given away, the taste of fruit picked in the sunlight, lost years, found children
~Cosette: song birds, flowers arranged artfully, love letters, a snowy wood, rags and bare feet, childhood friends, hidden things, moonlight, quiet tears, curled hair, a locked gate, the sound of gunshots on a hot summer night
~Javert: midnight, shining silver medallions, righteousness, falling and falling, newspapers, star charts, cool anger, defending the innocent, a chiming bell, a long long bridge, dread, the feeling of being so very very close to your goal, suspicion, loaded pistols, unflinching in dangerous times, unflinching in the dark
~Marius: gunpowder, flowers on an old grave, books and books on languages and law, long afternoons in the park, passionate poetry, shyness, not taking a cent, the french flag flying high, fraternity, eloquence, forgiving the old and grieving the young, a soft voice full of conviction: ‘my wife’
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