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[road_to_calvary]

 

September...


October...

In one part of the bar, Valjean is sitting by the fire. He has tea, and a book about the cathedrals of Spain. But it is not open; instead he is sitting with his chin on his palm, staring into space and clearly deep in thought.

In his usual secluded booth, Javert also has a book. It is about railways. In contrast to Valjean, he appears to be trying to read it, but is distracted by the itch of a burn on the back of his hand, and also by the effort of not looking towards the fire. He has things to speak with Valjean about, but there are any number of obstacles between this point and that, and he cannot bring himself to make the effort. C'est la vie.


[tiny!tag: Quentin (October Daye]

[OOC: Dialogue at the start of first OOM taken directly from canon. Pick a Frenchman! Or both separately, completely up to you. Post open until about midnight Thursday GMT, and I'm here until about 2am tonight, and all day tomorrow. \o/

ETA: Exhaustion has hit, and I'm done for the night. Catch y'all tomorrow, and thanks for tagging! <3]

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[electro_kinetic]

"Yes, I know," she says, mildly nonplussed. "I just plan to wait a while. I'm only nineteen, I at least want to be able to drink at my wedding."

[road_to_calvary]

'Ah yes.'

But no. He is also looks nonplussed.

'Why would you not be able to drink at your wedding? Is there a custom of not drinking?'

It does not sound healthy.

[electro_kinetic]

"No, but where I'm from there's a sobriety age. I have to be 21 to legally drink. I have drunk before, don't get me wrong, but legality is another thing."

[road_to_calvary]

'I see.'

Sort of.

'I take your point, mademoiselle. You believe yourself too young. Times must change indeed.'

[electro_kinetic]

"Yes," she says, willing to let it drop. "And yes, they do."

[road_to_calvary]

He wishes they had changed two hundred years ago. But they have not, and that is that.

'Well,' he murmurs, pulling his book towards him.

'I believe it is time I returned to Paris before the bar decides to keep me again.'

He glances once at Javert across the bar, then returns his gaze to Nori with a smile, as he stands.

'It was nice to speak with you, as always.'

[electro_kinetic]

She manages a laugh. "Sure. Go, have fun, don't get stuck there too long."

[road_to_calvary]

Fun. He wonders what she thinks he does at home. But all he does is put his hat on his head and touch the brim to her.

'Take care, Nori. I will see you soon.'

Unless she would rather not. He is never sure. But that is irrelevant for the rest of this day; he takes his leave of the bar, and returns to Paris.