#musique française #keny arkana #marseille #la france #!!!flashing images!!!

#musique française #yelle

#musique française #yelle #(it's spam time sry)

#musique française #((I just adore this version ok))

#if I complain about my copy of Les Mis not being here yet will amazon send it faster)) #a dumb ooc post #ooc

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#notapollo #(('Oh no' is how I feel about this whoel thign omfg))

♕ pasunegrenouille

notapollo:

“Felice then,” he repeated before complimenting. “Fortune and happiness. What a lovely name.”

He buried his hands in the depths of his pocket and kept his gaze chastely lowered to the ground, only sparing a glance over at the woman every so often. She seemed very lost into her own thoughts as well. He wondered what may have been bothering her, but Enjolras knew better than to pry where he didn’t belong. Contrary to popular belief, on the other hand, he had the capability of being a good listener when needed. At Felice’s next question, Enjolras couldn’t help but snort lightly as he shook his head.

“Bars aren’t my scene. I already have enough woes dealing with an acquaintance slash recovering alcoholic of mine—Grantaire. I was actually at the library reading. It’s my preferred hobby. Though you say ‘young man’ as if we aren’t around the same age.” His tone rose a little, in what could be best described as friendly banter.

The Frenchwoman smiled softly at the compliment, relaxing a bit. If this somehow was the student from so long ago, he still had a way with words.

“…Grantaire?” Felice paused a moment. Oh, no. If God was indeed playing a trick on her, this wasn’t funny at all. It was from him that Felice had heard about the other revolutionaries, after offering him a few glasses of wine. He was such a troubled boy; Felice hoped that he was doing better this time around, if her suspicions were correct.

Tense again, Felice continued. “Ah, right…sorry,” she chuckled nervously. “You just…Look a bit younger than you are, I suppose.” The nation hoped that answer would satisfy him, smiling slightly to hide the memories currently running through her mind.

#UR KILLING ME ZANA)) #OOC

ooc: Another Hetalia/Les Mis thing shjdsk sorry

zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: felice walking over their dead bodies, one by one closing their eyes in de ath
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: she sees enjolras hanging up there all by himself like
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: "please, someone take him down. let him be at rest with his friends."

#sOBS A LOT #OOC #YOU 'RE ALL COMING DOWN WITH ME

Long Post about Hetalia/Les Mis and also crying

not javert: i can't get over the image of felice sneakily gettin dem boys some wine
not javert: i just
not javert: felice pls
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: imagine grantaire even flirting w/ felice for more wine
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: "ah yes madmonselle" //smo o ches the hand
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: i didnt spell that right sbs
not javert: oH nO
not javert: OOhhHh NOOoooOO
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: felice petting his fluffy hair "on monsieur you are too charming"
not javert: wheezes oh nO
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: grantaire telling felice in a drunken fit about all his doubts on the revolution, and how it's killing him inside all of his friends are fighting towards something that will surely kill them
not javert: noO You STOP IRHGT THERE
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: and felice just smiles sadly because wow these are her people wanting to fight towards a better future and she knows that can't happen without sacrifice but of course she doesn't want to tell this poor young man that, or any the young men plotting their rebellion so instead she only listens quietly and pours him more wine
not javert: sCREmAS
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: then grantaire tells her worst of all one of the people he cares for so deeply so clearly hates him "the blonde god whose speech could dominate the masses! how he despises me mademoiselle! and it makes my cynical heart twist in pain."
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: grantaire just telling all his secrets 2 felice man
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: real talk
not javert: im not ok ofmg
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: felice just hold his hands and is like "out of all things, monsieur i am sure your friend enjolras does not despise you" b/c she knows u feel me
not javert: i feel u
not javert: and dmisflkdgkss sobs
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: then grantaire kind of just stands after awhile and is like "thank you for listening to this drunken's rambles, i did not even ask you name" and felice is just like "it's fine" and before grantaire knows it she ~*disappears~*
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: nation magic
not javert: she's like batman
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: y es
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: lol grantaire then askign the rest of les amis have you seen that lady i was talking 2
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: and they're like go home grantaire your drunk what lady
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: and he's like im serioUS.
zaNOOOOOOO IS HELLA TIGHT? BITCH I MIGHT BE.: as for enjolras maybe one night he falls asleep after pouring over documents at a desk by candlelight and felice apepars like a ghost and in his half asleep state enjolras is just like ??????? and felice kisses his cheek like that you for everything you do for me, my dear lover of liberty and then she is gone again and enjolras thin k s it was all a dr ea m
not javert: sjkXSCREAMSs

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notapollo:

“Enjolras. Julien Enjolras,” he introduced himself, his first name falling from his lips as an afterthought.

“I am known to most as simply Enjolras. And if I could ask for your name, madame?”

He joined her side as they walked step by step together. Past the initial awkwardness, Enjolras still felt oddly comfortable with her. As if he could speak to her about anything and she would listen and understand with a nod and warm smile. There really wasn’t anyone else that he felt as ease with besides Combeferre. It was strange, but not unwanted all at the same time.

Felice paused after hearing the boy’s name.

“…Enjolras.” she murmured to herself. Either this was a coincidence or God was playing a cruel trick on her. At this moment, the latter seemed more likely. 

“…Felicité Bonnefois,” Felice quickly responded, in order not to seem too startled by his name. “You can call me Felice, if you like.” She smiled at him as he moved to her side and continued to walk. Images of that day in June, the still faces of students with so much life ahead of them, flashed through her mind.The Frenchwoman tried to remain relatively at ease, however. Hopefully the slight tension in her voice was unnoticeable to Julien’s ears.

“So…” she began, mostly trying to alleviate her own tension, “What brings you out so late all by yourself? Shouldn’t a young man like you be out at a bar or something?”