Enjolras is actually very good at chess but gets upset over sacrificing pawns for the sake of the king and goes off about how monarchy is wrong while obliterating Combeferre in under ten moves.
Combeferre: Are you moving your knight or not?
Enjolras: … I am. Checkmate.
Courfeyrac: THAT’S YOUR THIRD GAME IN TEN MINUTES, WTF.
Prouvaire’s the one who gets upset if sacrificing the horses and towers is necessary.
Courfeyrac: Come on, man, is not a real horse!
Prouvaire: HE IS TO ME!
Ends up winning the game anyway and saying “I’ve done those horses justice today, they shall never be forgotten…”
Feuilly: why are you guys like this
Feuilly and Courfeyrac and Bossuet are the only people who do not have strong opinions about chess.
Icon requests I did last night!! I might do some more again later, since these were so much fun!!! What everyone asked for is in the picture captions!!!
Enjolras: “I am a terrible driver, I know nothing about cars. I meant to learn about them and then I forgot.”
Combeferre: “On Cold Case Files, they solve old murders, and it’s really interesting ‘ cause what I learned from it is that it was really easy to get away with murder before they knew about DNA.”
Courfeyrac: “Now when people make fun of me, I deserve it.”
Feuilly: “Why do people always shush animals? They’ve never spoken.”
Bahorel: “I wasn’t offended as a boy being confused with a lady, I was offended as a lady who was getting pushed around by this chauvinist asshole that works in blockbuster video talking to me like I was some floozy.”
Jehan: “Everyone get out of my way! I just want to sit here and feed my birds.”
Grantaire: “I quit drinking because I would drink too much and then I’d black out and I would “ruin” parties. Or so I’m told.“
Joly: "All of his jokes were very anti-work, which is not always want you want from a health care professional.”
Bossuet: “When I was in grade school I was bullied for being Asian American. And the biggest problem with that is that I am not Asian American.”
Musichetta: “And I said ‘no.’ You know, like a liar.”
Eponine: “It’s wrong to make fun of people, but it’s so fun.”
Marius: “Before I had a girlfriend I never had someone who’s always standing next to me who can just point out obvious things that are happening.”
Cosette: “Once people start drinking for the night, they forget everything that isn’t alcohol.”
It had been years, maybe decades, since Marius had opened that suitcase. He had used it to move from his Grandfathers’ on his own and so forth, and then he had left it at Courfeyrac’s for a while… then the Insurrection came to be and with that Marius had been encountered with a sad epilogue. His life had moved on, though: he had married Cosette, the love of his life, the light of his eyes, his Hope and his Strenght. 2 They were happy, and he had tried to forget his sorrow, his grief. He had woken up in tears, drops of cold sweat running down his shoulders, a scream trapped in his throat.
But that day something feels different, maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s the fact that it’s June, and in a few days it’ll be the anniversary of his friends– No, he still can’t wrap his head around what happened… So he opens that suitcase, law books, notes never again seen, a couple shirts he’s not worn in years… and then, tucked into a corner, neatly folded, a yellowed piece of paper… He doesn’t remember putting that there, he didn’t forget, his heart is racing too fast for it to be a simple piece of paper Marius’ fingers, slow and trembling, unfold the sheet.
“Ne nous oblie pas” it reads, and above that a photograph. It was taken hours before the insurrection began, hours before every person in that picture lost their smile forever. “Don’t forget us” they are asking him, smiling fondly, looking at the camera. They must have asked Gavroche to put that there, they would have all been to busy to run away from the Barricade and come back in time to meet their Fate…
“I won’t forget” Marius whispers to the wizened memory, tears wet his cheeks, he would never forget them.
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