Margaret, a Princess | OC (
fight_my_fate) wrote2013-08-05 11:14 am
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Margaret has always been an early riser, and this morning was no exception. Soon after the early morning sun begins streaming through the window, she wakes, heart singing when she blinks her eyes open, noticing that Enjolras is still right beside her. Maybe she had the fleeting thought that the night before was just a dream. In sleep, he looks young and carefree - she's surprised that the difference between sleep and awake is so great.
She quietly slips from bed and makes her way quietly to clean herself up ... after all, she's a bit of a mess and very sore, although she doesn't regret a thing about the path that they've chosen to go down. So, nobody could know, maybe that was for the best.
If he wakes anytime soon, she will be nowhere to be seen.
She quietly slips from bed and makes her way quietly to clean herself up ... after all, she's a bit of a mess and very sore, although she doesn't regret a thing about the path that they've chosen to go down. So, nobody could know, maybe that was for the best.
If he wakes anytime soon, she will be nowhere to be seen.
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She hums softly, leaning ever closer.
"I ... could eat. But I must admit, it will be difficult to keep a proper distance from you."
[ooc: Ah, one of these days I'll read it and break my own heart.
If I knew anything about fixing computers, I'd help, but I'm honestly so technologically inept, it's not funny.]
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He hasn't thought about that. They are a secret. They possibly will be forever.
"I will fetch us something so that we may eat in private. Will that suffice?"
Ooc: when Jehan died, I cried for like three hours. No exaggeration.
Neither am I. Oy vey.
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Margaret remembers agreeing to keep this new facet to their relationship a secret, but the more she thinks about it, the more she begins to think that she'll have a hard time keeping away.
"If that's what you think is best."
[ooc: Awww, but I understand. You get emotionally attached.
I'll ... send good thoughts.]
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She looks so...sad, so pensive, and he looks at her curiously.
"What is wrong, my love?"
Ooc: it's true. My poor Prouvaire.
Thanks. I found a good one for 400. We'll see.
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Ah. She was more transparent than she thought she was, then. She looks up, offering a small smile.
"I just ... I don't wish to hide what we are. It feels very much like lying, and shouldn't they all know that there are things to fight for, like love?"
[ooc: Now Anna and Riley and Georgia just want to hug him forever.
I'll keep my fingers crossed.]
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It is true, he knows it is true. But still, he cannot help but be reluctant.
"I do not know, mon amour. Not now. It...it is not the right time."
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She understands, of course, why they must hide. It doesn't mean that she has to be happy about it.
"I know. Believe me, I won't do anything to jeopardize your plans."
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She's upset. It's clear she's upset. He doesn't know why he can't be open about them but he just can't.
"Margaret, do not be upset with me. I told you before we began that we could not love one another openly. It is too risky, too dangerous..."
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The last thing she wants to do is to alienate him from her, or from the cause, and she knows that she has to swallow her pride and forget about being open and honest - at least until they're alone together.
"I know that. Believe me, I know, and I'm not asking you to do anything that you're not comfortable with. I'll be happy to be with you here, just you and I and no need to hide."
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"This is why I said you should find another man. Someone who can proclaim his love from the hilltops and who can show you off around town. Me, I have no choice but to hide you. Someone as perfect as you should never be hidden."
He's quiet for a moment, pensive.
"Let us go to breakfast. Together. Come what may."
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"Please, don't start that again. I don't need to be shown off - I just need to know that even when we can't touch or show it, you still want me to be yours. That's all."
She knows very well what the consequences might be, and yet -
"I will."
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He nods at her words, kissing her gently. "I will always desire you for myself, Margaret. Always. And I am grateful that you feel the same about me."
Enjolras offers her a small bow before opening the door for her so that they may exit.
ooc: Sneaking onto my mom's computer because I'm already over this whole 'tagging on my phone' thing.
And modern!Enjolras is still not approved. COME ON, DUDE. HE'S EXACTLY THE SAME AS THIS MUSE. JUST LET HIM INNNN.
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And she smiles into the kiss, although she wishes that it never has to end. They would need to eat, though, and she didn't bring much along with her so that they could stay here to do so. "I do. You drive me insane, but I do."
Before they leave, Margaret has to find a scarf to wrap around her neck - there are marks there that she can't hide. But she murmurs a soft 'thank you', and steps outside, waiting for him to walk at her side.
[ooc: Understandable. I have to walk to the bank again, ugh.
WHY ARE THEY SO SLOOOOOW?! Good thing is, Maggie hasn't gotten any tags (not sure why that's good), so she can wait.]
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He waits patiently before walking at her side, hands clasped behind his back. He won't reach for her hand or even look her way but every so often, he will 'accidentally' bump his hip to hers. He's there. And he doesn't want her to forget that.
ooc: Boo. Well, I have to go back to work and I can't sneak the computer this time. More boo.
I DON'T KNOW. I have an idea for a Smutty thread too but NO. IT'S TAKING A LIFETIME. GAH.
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It's so hard to be so close without reaching out to touch, but Margaret manages. Outside like this, they were allies, nothing more. To make a wrong move now, to make people wonder if he's devoted to the cause - it could bring everything down around them.
She doesn't smile whenever she's 'accidentally nudged, but instead will affect a bothered sigh. It's not much, but it's something.
[ooc: Aw, damn.
I KNOW, RIGHT. I'm generally a patient person, but that only extends so far.]
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When they reach the cafe, he quickly steps in front of her to open the door, grunting when she walks right into his chest.
"Pardon, Mademoiselle."
Ooc: still nothing. Smutty, come on...
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Margaret huffs out a breath, muttering, "I can do it myself," before finally stepping inside, keeping ahead of him just a few steps.
[ooc: Waiting is the hardest part.]
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"Order something, Woman, and order me something as well. We do not have all the time in the world."
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"It would do you well to have some manners. Go, go, and I'll fetch you your food like a good woman does."
And she's off to order another tray full of food, since she knows how hungry they both are, given their activities from the night before.
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They need to eat but not before Enjolras puts the tray down, pushes her to the wall, and kisses her deeply.
"Insufferable woman."
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In a whirlwind, the tray is down, she's being pushed against the wall with a grunt and groan and then - oh, and then, he's kissing her like he's a thirsty man and he's her oasis.
"Maddening man."
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"This is why every man fought for your hand, mon amour. Your fire, your ferocity...I do not wish to ever extinguish it. I do not wish to ever tame you."
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"They lusted after my title and fortune. You see me in a different way - and if you think you could ever tame me, you are quite mistaken."
... No one notices footsteps as they fall on the stairs.
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"Why you what, Enjolras?"
The blonde man freezes, his breath catching in his throat. A quiet 'merde' escapes from his lips as he looks over his shoulder.
Grantaire.
"Leave, Grantaire. There is no use for you here."
"No, Monsieur, I think I might stay."
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Just like Enjolras had feared, they had been caught.
She peeks at the other man, quiet, waiting on bated breath to hear what he would say next.
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"She is not a - "
But he stops talking because he notices the look on Grantaire's face then. Hopelessness. Shame.
"I thought you were the light, Enjolras. You are just as bleak as everyone else."
And when Grantaire leaves, Enjolras swallows heavily, moving to sit. He doesn't dare look at Margaret.
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He might move away from the wall, but she stays where she stands, as still as a statue.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should - I shouldn't be here. I should never have come."
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He shakes his head, pushing the tray away. He's no longer hungry.
"...leave the revolution, Margaret. Save yourself. Let me lead my men in the manner that I should."
He looks at his hands, miserable.
"No more distractions."
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So this was what a broken heart felt like.
She doesn't say a word, pushing off from the wall, pausing as she considers laying a hand on his shoulder, apologizing once more, but she thinks that it might just make matters worse.
Instead, she quietly takes her leave, trying desperately not to dissolve into tears as she goes.