I DREW FEUILLY! This is as close as I can get to how I think young Feuilly would look.
I was going to draw him smiling but he just wouldn’t do anything but smirk. Typical.
I drew this months ago for a friend but never got around to posting it. (and sorry about not getting around to posting anything in forever)
Apollo in Mourning
The pain of Enjolras’ final moments causes me more feels than I care to admit. And his face is inspired by how I think it would look in this post about the death of Combeferre, which makes me want to cut out my own heart.
"He had one passion only, justice; one though only, to remove all obstacles." (Marius, Book 4, Chapter I)
someone said I should make this a poster you guys can order, and I might. If you want it, let me know!
you can see the full file on flickr here (still watermarked)
Éponine x Combeferre
“So you’re seeing this guy again?” Musichetta was never one for subtlety and the coffee shop was slow enough that they had time to talk. They’d recently hired a new guy, Jehan, who was sweet and wrote poetry on the cups instead of names. It meant they had more time to themselves at times like this when it was slow.
“Yeah.” Ep wasn’t in the mood for gossiping, especially when it had to do with her love life. They’d gossiped about Chetta’s once but that became a lesson on anatomy Éponine didn’t even know she didn’t want.
“Oh come on, you’ve got to give me more than that.”
“Well.” Ép considered for a second, her mind going back to their date the previous night. “We kissed?”
“You did?” Courf’s laughter was loud and grating. Combeferre was trying to study. He shot a look over towards Enjolras who was already looking supremely annoyed with them both.
“Yes. Now, will you let me study? You’ve wasted twenty minutes of my time trying to gossip.”
“Not a chance.” He pulled Grantaire away from his sketchbook (and oh so nonchalantly staring at their fearless leader) and sat him down.
“Courfeyrac, I need to study.” The only response Combeferre got was Courfeyrac shushing him and explaining excitedly to Grantaire.
“He’s kissed a girl.”
“And that apparently means we need to gossip like teenagers.”
Again, Ferre was completely ignored. Grantaire only laughed and closed his sketchbook, a clear sign that he wasn’t going to get out for a while.
“I’ve got hear about this.” Grantaire and Courfeyrac both sat forward. Combeferre sighed and closed his textbook.
“It was sweet.” Éponine explained thoroughly annoyed as she now had Musichetta and Jehan ganging up on her. They’d demanded more information but she was really only giving in because Chetta threatened to divulge information about a certain incident involving a teenage Éponine, a whole of tequila, and several bad decisions.
Jehan seemed unimpressed. “But was it romantic?”
“Was it good?” Musichetta asked, leering to make sure the point got across.
“It was both.”
Musichetta and Jehan shared a meaningful glance before looking back at her as she studiously cleaned the countertops and made sure their customers had what they needed. She met their gaze after a minute and smiled widely.
“Both are excellent.”
Grantaire’s eyebrow quirked up. “Excellent?”
Combeferre was officially blushing and just nodded, rubbing his hands through his hair in mild irritation. Courfeyrac hadn’t stopped giggling in the past ten minutes and even Enjolras a cracked a smile or two in their directions. He was trying to pretend he was intently listening to Feuilly talk but Combeferre could tell Enjolras was secretly listening to everything that they were saying.
Courfeyrac leaned over and refilled Combeferre’s drink, Grantaire’s contribution to the conversation. He took a drink in order to try and distract himself from his own embarrassment. “So when do we get to meet her.”
He nearly spit out his drink. “Not for a long, long time. Especially you, Courfeyrac.”
Courfeyrac looked wounded.
“Me?” Musichetta’s wounded look was a little ruined by the smile on her face. “I’m absolutely lovable.”
“You know way too much.” Éponine said tossing her wet rag at his friend.
Jehan was doodling flowers and poems all over the cup of some lovely brunette who had ordered some complicated drink that had been beyond the tolerance level of Musichetta and Éponine. They were more than happy to let Jehan take care of the annoying customers.
“I think he’s handsome.” Musichetta commented, managing to get the attention of Jehan from the customer.
“I’m sad I didn’t come in sooner. I want to see this excellent kisser of yours too, Éponine.” Jehan whined, handing the drink to the now extremely disappointed customer that was shooting him despondent looks.
“And that is why you will never be meeting him.” She laughed, giving him a huge hug when he pouted at her. She gave a little giggle when she glanced at the clock. “Now you two get to close because I have earned it. You two have been incorrigible all day.”
They both pulled extremely wounded looks and Musichetta even managed an offended gasp. “We’ve been extremely delightful and lovely all day long.”
“I got drilled for hours.” Éponine whined. Combeferre just smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips. They were on his couch curled up with some wine and an old Disney movie that neither of them were really watching.
“So did I.” He admitted. She giggled.
She looked adorable and he couldn’t resist the deep kiss. It was several minutes before he sat back and it was due more to a need to breathe than anything else. Éponine snuggled closer instead of going back to the other side of the couch. “I guess we should’ve seen it coming.”
“I’m surprised it lasted this long. We’ve had a rather calm couple weeks without them bothering us. “
They had a moment of silence before Éponine nodded. “Ok so we introduce our friends.”
Combeferre had to suppress the laugh at how serious she seemed but knew that this was a big step. Introducing her to his friends would be…daunting. To put it lightly. The image of introducing her to Courfeyrac took all urge to laugh away from him. He cleared his throat.
“When you meet Courfeyrac. Ignore everything. It’s all lies.”