A white light blinded her vision as a hand replaced it.
"Mon Amour, we can't be late for our own revolution", Enjolras whispered into her hair before kissing her temple. "Never", Clara giggled before letting him help her up. They were all on top of a barricade, everyone was there all of the Les Amis as she searched the faces getting warm smiles. "I told you told you to never leave me again didn't I", Grantaire hugged her before holding her hand again then went to take his place.
"Shall we", Enjolras held her hand. "We shall", she kissed him and they went up together. Enjolras waves a red flag over their heads while keeping a hand around her waist.
"Do you hear the people sing lost in the valley of the night?
It is the music of a people who are climbing to the light.
For the wretched of the Earth.
There is a flame that never dies
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise
We will live again in freedom In the garden of the Lord
We will walk behind the plowshare
We will put away the sword
The chain will be broken and all men will have their reward!
Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond the barricade Is there a world you long to see?
Do you hear the people sing?
Say, do you hear the distant drums?
It is the future that we bring when tomorrow comes!
Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond the barricade Is there a world you long to see?
Do you hear the people sing?
Say, do you hear the distant drums?
It is the future that we bring when tomorrow comes!
Tomorrow comes! "
CZYTASZ
Waiting Here/// Les Mis.✔
Fanfictionlittle they know the one who sparked the revolution still waits in the tiny room of the Cafe Musain, his little Patria. "Welcome To The Revolution Our Dear Apollo", her eyes glinted with mischief. "Oh buzz-off Clara", he puffed and tied his loose...
