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;;Announcement~

I will be leaving/deleting THIS ACCOUNT on April 1. I figured you all deserved to have some warning, and I only just made this decision myself. Spending my time RPing is not the healthiest thing for me to be doing right now, especially since I tend to obsess over these things. I don’t want to get into it, but I have a history of Bad Stuff that can relate to RPing for me…

BUT I will still FULLY BE HERE until then!!! In the meantime I really hope that you all will continue to RP with me. The paintball verse is still on (more info on that soon). If you want to stay in touch with me after deletion, I will be at my personal blog (@neckwear) and would be more than happy to follow all y’all’s personal accounts. And you can always send HCs and prompts to my personal blog too!

This is terrible news I’m sorry, but thank you all for being so great!

EDIT: If there is anyone interested in taking over this blog when I leave, I may be putting out an application for that later. But it would probably take a special person to trust with it, just because I’ve put so much into the character…..

Enjolras begrudgingly took her hand off her blaster, cradling it back under her smoking droid. She was going to have burns from cradling what she had called a useless tin can several weeks prior. She hadn’t thought she’d get so attached to her droid, but she had found herself becoming dependent on to the sound of her droid chirping away to keep herself sane in a battle.

“Well let’s hope that they have something a little more urgent than a likely dead rebel pilot to worry about.” She muttered. She still had her helmet on, as well as her uniform. “You got something I can borrow for the time being? I don’t plan on being taken prisoner any time soon.”

She was still rattled from the crash, and her brain wasn’t entirely clear at the moment, clinging to certain facts she knew to be true. Logic was only now just beginning to work again. “I’m sorry, I probably ruined the scenery a bit. X-wings don’t go down without burning half the planet with ‘em. Name’s Jas, or well..that’s what every one’s called me for a long time.”

“Yeah, my house is just over here. The furthest one out from the city, lucky for us. There’s nobody else home right now, and I’m sure one of my aunt’s old outfits will fit you. Then we can go over to Mabeuf and he can take care of your droid...” His mind was racing- the first thing they had to do was get inside where they would be safe. Then take care of this pilot- Jas- as quickly as Marius could get her out of here...

“Welcome to Lothal, Jas,” Marius said over his shoulder as he led her away from the crash site, “I wish you came under better circumstances. I’m Marius.”

“I’m doing okay. It will get easier once our bags get lighter and we have a place to sleep.” she said moving closer to her brother keeping her eyes out for any movement. “Would have waiting for nightfall have been better?”

“I think it was best to leave as soon as possible. And there’s more people on the streets for us to get lost among now...” Before long they had arrived at the safe house. They ducked into an alley and Joly knocked on the door, which Enjolras opened to them moments later.

Joly grabbed the tea container and put it in his bag, closing it up, “I have one; it’s all I can really carry- we don’t want to look too conspicuous when we leave. We’ll be fine though. We knew this day might come. Are you just about ready?”

“I have three plus my purse.” she said. “I’m all finished. Everything is locked and ready to go no trace of us at all.”

“Okay, we can get to the safehouse before the sun comes up. Enjolras will meet us there. He’ll have heard what happened by now.” Joly picked up his bag and looked around the room one last time, opening the door.

“Okay.” she said looking around making sure they left no trace of living there. “No trace of where we are headed left behind right?”

“I’m sure not,” Joly made his way out onto the street, watching cautiously that they weren’t followed. They only had a few blocks to walk, and he’d only ever mentioned the place verbally. “Are you doing okay?”

“I promise, I’ll do my best, I promise.” An Enjolras always held true to their promise. She wasn’t going to let Marius down. “Do you have any birth records, like your own birth records or a marriage certificate, or access to one. that might help in the search.” She wasn’t going to let Marius go fatherless. If his father was alive, she was going to find him, even if it took tearing the earth apart to do it.

Enjolras smiled a little at Marius’ agreement, though she knew how hard it was to make the choice. She’d had a little bit of a hard time the night Montparnasse had showed up on her doorstep with Eponine and her siblings, shivering with little yellow stars on their torn and tattered clothing. Of course she was in the resistance for getting refugees out alive, at least at first she had. Now she didn’t know where she stood. She’d done too much in the other aspects to only stand for the safety of refugees anymore. “Alright, but you’re sworn to secrecy. No one can know that anything’s changed. You’re just going about your duties in the party and nothing has changed. Is there anything you want to know before I let Henri back up here? I don’t like discussing these sorts of things with him around. Best not to let children get too caught up in this war.”

“I could probably find a birth certificate at home. My grandfather is a meticulous record keeper, probably has it locked up somewhere nobody could find it accidentally...” Marius just hoped his father was safe. He needed to know it. He wanted everyone to be safe...

“I’ll find it. Okay. So what is the safest way to pass on any information to you? Is there anything I’m looking for in particular?” He thought about the boy, Henri, how he was too young for any of this to be happening to him, and yet it was. “Is there anything I can do for Henri? Or any of the others... I’m sure there are many...” The multitude of what Marius was attempting to do was beginning to get to him- infiltrating his own friends and family from the inside, in the hopes of making this foreign country better for little boys like Henri... would it even make any difference? Clearly Enjolras believed so.

The Last Five Years

/////The Next Ten Minutes/////

Cosette giggled faintly as she walked through the park with Marius, swinging their interlocked hands back and forth. “No, no, that one is definitely Jerry Seinfeld.” She laughed faintly. “Hey! I heard they put in a new exhibit at the museum, we could go check it out?” She suggested as they walked up the cobblestone walkway.

She pulled him up the small steps and she smiled as they moved onto the small dock. She pulled him onto the bench and she sat down with a faint sigh. “Marius… I was wondering-” She got cut off by him but she couldn’t help but smile at his reference. “If you’d like to go to the museum?” He asked. She laughed softly and shook her head, gently taking his hand before regaining her composure. Cosette played with his fingers for a second before looking back up at him. “I was wondering if you would be willing to share your life with me?” She asked sheepishly.

“Just for the next ten minutes. We can just sit and watch the waves as the time ticks by… Then if we make it through then, could I ask you for another ten?” She questioned softly, looking up at him.

“ And if you in turn agree to the next ten minutes and the next ten minutes, till the morning comes, then just holding you might compel me to, ask you for more. Would that be alright?” She asked him.

Cosette held her breath as she waited for him to speak. “…I might not always be on time, I want you to know that now..” He began. “But I’ll always eventually be there, and I always eventually make it. But if you’d be willing to wait, then I promise I’ll make it eventually.” He whispered softly to her. 

She slowly stood up and pulled him with her. “I want to be your wife… I want to bear your child.” She admitted to him. “I want to be forever in your arms, for the next ten lifetimes…”

“Until no one is left, would you wait for me?” He asked her after she finished her sentence. “Of course I would. I’d wait for you forever, no matter how long it takes as long as I know you’re on your way.” She said, leaning against him. “I won’t ever be complete until I hear you say I do but I’d still wait no matter how long it takes.” 

She glanced around before looking back at him. “For the next ten lifetimes, I want to be with you for as long as I am alive…” 

/////The Next Ten Minutes/////

Marius had never been so happy. He’d known he was making the right decision before, there had never been a doubt in his mind, but now he was somehow even more sure. It was like they were of one mind, like they were proposing to each other. Cosette had initiated this conversation, and Marius would end it.

He pulled out the ring- he’d scraped together just enough money from substitute teaching that he was able to surprise her with it. He was in a dream, just watching her face, didn’t even feel himself get down on one knee. “Cosette,” he said, the speech he’d prepared coming out as a squeak. She giggled through the tears that had come to her eyes, and Marius cleared his throat and wiped away his own tears.

“Cosette, if you mean what you just said... I mean every word of what I just said. I love you. I want to spend the next ten- the next thousand lifetimes with you. Will you marry me?”

And a few short months later, the two of them were standing in front of the exact same bench, looking out to the crowd of friends and family (and a few news crews) saying their vows, which happened to be repetitions of what they had said to each other here before.

“Till the world explodes. There are so many dreams I need to see with you. I will never be complete until...”

“Till there’s no one left who has ever known us apart. There are so many years I need to be with you. I will never be alive until...”

And then,

“I do.”

“I do.”

Then their first kiss as a married couple, and then the rest of their life.

They came back to that park every day for the rest of the summer until it had turned to fall, spent every afternoon on that bench. Marius knew this happiness would last forever.

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Combeferre helped to prop Marius up against him, gently rubbing his back in an attempt to help him breathe a little easier. “I’ve got you, you’ll be fine… What is it, cher? Are you in pain?”

Of course he was in pain- his whole body had been on fire for the past… no, he didn’t feel it anymore. The shaking had stopped too. But his chest was starting to burn. Marius shook his head, not able to explain any of it, feeling increasingly weak. 

“Just breathe, okay? As best you can… Do you think I should call for an ambulance or something?” He asked, he was worried now - he knew that he couldn’t do much to help if he didn’t know what was happening to him.

The last place Marius wanted to go was a hospital- he’d probably get in all sorts of trouble there, sent to some rehab program at the very least- which was another place he didn’t want to go. Still, he was worried, scared, possibly dying... and Combeferre didn’t even seem to know what was happening. There was no other option... He felt himself nod. “Please...”