m. gillenormand

jehnt a réagi à votre billet “for reference: other options for Bahorel in The Worst Les Mis…”

Now I think the actual worst les mis playlist would be les mis characters as songs from les mis they didn’t sing in

h-holy crap … you’re right

Valjean - I Dreamed a Dream (I had a dream my life would be / so different from this hell I’m living / so different now from what it seemed / now life has killed the dream I dreamed)

Javert - A Heart Full of Love (in my life / [he] has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun / and my life seems to stop as if something is over / and something has scarcely begun / in my life / there’s been no one like him anywhere)

Fantine - Valjean’s Soliloquy (if there’s another way to go / I missed it twenty long years ago / my life was a war that could never be won / I am reaching, but I fall / and the night is closing in)

Cosette - Red and Black (it is time for us all to decide who we are / do we fight for the right to a night at the opera now? / have you asked of yourselves what’s the price you might pay? / is this simply a game for a rich young boy to play? / the colours of the world are changing day by day)

Marius (about his father)  - On My Own (sometimes I walk alone at night / when everybody else is sleeping / I think of him and then I’m happy / with the company I’m keeping / the city goes to bed / and I can live inside my head)

Enjolras - Stars (those who follow the path of the righteous / shall have their reward /  stars in your multitudes, scarce to be counted / filling the darkness with order and light / you are the sentinels, silent and sure / keeping watch in the night)

Grantaire - At the End of the Day (at the end of the day you’re another day older / and that’s all you can say for the life of the poor / it’s a struggle, it’s a war / and there’s nothing that anyone’s giving / one more day standing about, what is it for? / one day less to be living)

Les Thenardier - The Confrontation (you know nothing of [Thenardier] / I was born inside a jail / I was born with scum like you / I am from the gutter too)

Eponine - Castle on a Cloud (there is a castle on a cloud / I like to go there in my sleep, / aren’t any floors for me to sweep / not in my castle on a cloud)

Mlle. Gillenormand (about M. Gillenormand) - Master of the House (Master of the house? Isn’t worth my spit! / comforter, philosopher’ and lifelong shit! / cunning little brain, regular Voltaire / thinks he’s quite a lover but there’s not much there / what a cruel trick of nature landed me with such a louse / God knows how I’ve lasted living with this bastard in the house!)

Gavroche - Epilogue (for the wretched of the earth / there is a flame that never dies / even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise)


BONUS:

Bahorel - Look Down (I know the meaning of those 19 years / a slave of the law)

5

One morning it came to pass that M. Gillenormand spoke slightingly of the Convention, apropos of a newspaper which had fallen into his hands, and gave vent to a Royalist harangue on Danton, Saint-Juste and Robespierre. —"The men of ‘93 were giants,“ said Marius with severity. The old man held his peace, and uttered not a sound during the remainder of that day.


Les Misérables (Victory Hugo), Volume V

pilferingapples  asked:

More of the fakest fake dating story? Marius, Grantaire and Bahorel continuing to horrify Gillenormand is always fantastic. (and happy birthday!)

Please enjoy this Serious Work of Serious Literature, written entirely under the influence of the Plague (or possibly a head cold)

(original post)


Marius glared up at his grandfather’s house. The house did not glare back, but not, Marius suspected, from lack of trying. He walked on past, gloomily surveying the street around him.

The morning was sunny and beautiful and horribly terrible. A pair of birds flew by, singing to each other. Marius contemplated throwing a rock at them. Life was terrible and cruel.

“Life is terrible and cruel,” he announced to no one in particular. The birds continued to sing, rudely ignoring his pronouncement. They were probably laughing at him. Did birds laugh?

A woman walking by took one look at him and pulled her child closer to her. Marius supposed he must look out of place on this street with his poor, worn clothes. His grandfather would never listen to him. No one would. The passersby were probably laughing at him for daring to come to this part of town.

That man over there was definitely laughing at him.

Marius prepared a haughty glance – dignified yet cutting – before his brain caught up with him and identified the man.

“Ho there, Pontmercy!” Bahorel called out. He had an arm around the nearly prone figure of Grantaire, who was leaning against him with all the attention and vigor of a corpse. “What are you doing here?”

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No Marius he is neither alive nor well

“Didn’t you have an intimate friend?”

“Yes, Courfeyrac.”

“What has become of him?”

“He was dead,” said Marius, “but then I conducted a forbidden dark summoning ritual to forcibly tear him from the clutches of the grave. His eyes have no pupils and he can only eat human hair, but you know, at least he’s around! He is alive and well.“

M. Gillenormand was perturbed.