Casually points out the fact that Fantine died while dreaming and aching for Cosette, having hallucinations of her daughter that she was deprived of even in the throes of death. 

Just like Georges, Marius’s father, died stumbling around his house, crying out for his own son that had been kept unjustly from him, yearning to be able to see the young boy who had no doubt, turned into a man by now.

Leave of Absence (Closed RP: buonapartist)

April 1814

Hushed voices came from down the hall, pitched low to avoid disturbing the sleeping child within the next room.  A husband and wife had been reunited, but the meeting was somewhat marred by the bitter taste of defeat.  Paris had fallen a few days prior, the emperor had abdicated his rule and the Bourbon hog was back on the throne.  For the wife this knowledge was something of a relief, knowing that her husband was back to stay, but for Captain Georges Pontmercy, there was a bitter taste in his mouth, a sense of things left unfinished.  He had proudly served his emperor, seeing distinguished service at Mayence, Austerlitz, Eylau and Arney-le-Duc.  He had received the cross from Napoléon, the medal proudly hanging from the uniform that he still wore.  He was a soldier, a Bonapartist, and he was defeated. 

Yet Pontmercy was not of the breed of soldier who knew nothing but war.  The bitter sting of failure was masked by the bright joy of reunion with his wife and child.  He almost feared to see little Marius, for the change in the growing boy was startling each time he came back from a campaign.  He had not been present at his only child’s birth, and upon each return he saw the milestones that he missed, the infant that he had held in his arms only a few times now talking and walking.  His son’s life had continued without him there, those precious minutes ticking away, never to be reclaimed.  Now, at last, he had the opportunity to be there for his boy, to be the father that Marius deserved, and despite the lateness of the hour found himself gently pulling away from his wife’s loving embrace, eyes longingly drifting towards the door to Marius’ room.  The former Mlle Gillenormand, sensing his thoughts, gave his shoulder a playful shove.

“It's late, Georges dear, you’ll wake the poor thing.  Can’t you wait until morning?”  The words were uttered without any real chastisement within them, the woman’s lips curved into an affectionate smile.  Georges, in turn, paid little heed to them, returning the smile before lifting her hand and pressing a soft kiss to it.

“I only want to say goodnight to him.  I’ll be back in a moment.”  The man didn’t even hear her half-laughing “Go on, then!” eyes and thoughts already fixated on the door.  Georges Pontmercy loved and cherished his wife; he worshipped his son.  He moved as stealthily as he could within his boots, reaching the door and gently pushing it open so he could peer into the darkness, searching out the form of the child.  A smile graced his handsome features when he found him, face not yet disfigured by the scar that would come to define it, his days of bloody heroism not yet at their end.  This was merely the lull before the storm, but Pontmercy, heart trembling with adoration at the sight of his child, had no idea of this.  

Floorboards creaked quietly as he left the doorway and approached his son’s bedside, eyes straining to get a better look in the dim light the moon provided.  His calloused fingers gently brushed back the boy’s dark hair as he bent, pressing a tender kiss to the boy’s forehead.  As he pulled away, he whispered a single word, the name leaving his lips like a prayer uttered by a devout man.


Reasons why Cosette is NOT a "waste of a character."
  • Without her, Fantine would have just been ditched by her asshole of a boyfriend and that’s it.
  • Valjean would have never taken her under his wing.
  • He would have never learned how to love.
  • He would have never been able to face up to his name–he would have been living a lie for the rest of his lonely, lonely life.
  • Marius would have never found the love of his life, because she wouldn’t have existed. He would have died at the Barricade.
  • And no, he still wouldn’t be with Eponine. Gomen.
  • Hmm…I’m starting to notice something–
  • Oh, yeah.
  • Without Cosette there would be no story. 

She’s on the front cover of the book for a reason, ladies and gents.

we can all agree that marius pontmercy grows his hair out to the point where it curls behind his ears and looks like a proper mess and he only trusts cosette to cut it properly 

and to the people always bitching about how marius just watched eponine die before writing to cosette:

okay so marius was already miserable as fuck and unable to even manage a coherent thought that didn’t end with him meeting his inevitable demise. he nearly blew up the barricade and put the lives of his brothers in danger. in doing that, eponine was hurt and wounded so badly (for him) that she died. 

marius was described in the brick as being fragile as hell–his heart feels too much, so much that, would it really be difficult to imagine that marius was already plunging into shock by the time he reached eponine’s body? i mean, seriously–he’s so fragile. that’s why he foils cosette so perfectly, because, while marius is strong in loyalty and bravery–he doesn’t have the ability to manage when he’s filled with grief.

so, yeah, maybe he did write that letter too quickly–but no one ever said that he was whimpering with love for cosette when he wrote it. he was already entering a state of shock and horror at the turn of events.

so before you go and bitch about him “”“"forgetting”“”“ about eponine, why don’t you think about that and stop trying to always make marius the horrid villain. thanks.






look marius/courf is the most realistic pairing besides marius/cosette that i can even think of (involving marius) because of wow all of the time he spent with courfeyrac and the fact that courfeyrac was his only intimate friend and honestly the only bloke that he could really trust at all? even if sometimes courf did things that made marius uncomfortable just wow he loves that guy so much and marius is such an introvert and i can’t see him as having a lot of intimate friends and he DOESN’T courfeyrac is it for him he trusts courfeyrac and relies on courfeyrac and you guys don’t even understand how lovely my otp is