fight_my_fate: (margaret - watching ; smitten)
Margaret, a Princess | OC ([personal profile] fight_my_fate) wrote2013-08-05 11:14 am

For [livejournal.com profile] themarblechief

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.

[identity profile] fight-my-fate.livejournal.com 2013-08-07 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Margaret tries to hide, the voice cutting through the stillness, and interrupting whatever was to be said, but it's really no use, is it?

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.

[identity profile] themarblechief.livejournal.com 2013-08-07 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"So this is your revolution? Pretending to be a revolutionary merely to sleep with royal whores?"

"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.

[identity profile] fight-my-fate.livejournal.com 2013-08-07 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
If she's offended by the accusation, Margaret doesn't show it, nor does she try to defend herself. Really, she's ashamed. She was here to help, supposedly, and yet, in one day, she's managed to alienate Enjolras from other men and that is ... it's inexcusable, isn't it?

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."

[identity profile] themarblechief.livejournal.com 2013-08-07 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't. It was my fault. I knew better and yet, I - "

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."

[identity profile] fight-my-fate.livejournal.com 2013-08-07 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
What could she say in return? Why fight when it's her very presence that has most likely ruined everything.

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.