So I had this thought at work today. Imagine Grantaire at the barricade, cradling Gavroche’s body and just sobbing in devastation because he’s just had to watch this child he’s grown to love brutally killed in front of him. Enjolras approaches. Grantaire looks up, eyes red, and in a choked, broken voice says, “I am capable of feeling.”
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consulting-captain-holmes asked: Hey there, Gav! How goes it?
's goin' well, citizen!
Big, bad Winter ain’t gotten me yet! I’m as alive an’ kickin’ as ever! An’ no frostbite, either! C;
Anonymous asked: Gavroche? You are terribly complicated to find, dear! Have you been quite well? ~Lissie
Heh, I’ll take that as a compliment!
I’ve been jus’ fine, thank ye kindly! Jus’ kinda been holed up in diff’rent places, try’na live through the snow’n ice’n stuff~ Winter kills, y’know. ‘s dangerous f’r the poor an’ the gamins ‘n such!
An’ it’s cold as ‘ell, too.
Long time no see, yeah~? Yer fav’rite gamin is back!
I’m real bored, too, so entertain me! Bring all your questions te good ol’ Gavroche ‘ere, I’ll answer ‘em (‘cause I know ev’rything!)~
ARGH THIS CHAPTER. So much going on, one of my favorite favorite characters in the book, and I just don’t have much to say about it besides “WOW GAVROCHE” (especially since Hugo kinda took all the Symbolism About the Elephant subtext and made it…text)) But I WILL TRY.
((mORE FEELS— ; n ;
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It hits the nail right on the head, I tell you— ; w ;))