feat. xnjolras & granxaire

"You don't believe in anything."

Les Amis de L’ABC (et les amis) Modern AU: Feuilly

He'd been orphaned early in life, left to fend for himself, left to grow up faster and make it out alive. The world on his shoulders, anyone else, it would have turned them into cynics with sharp eyes and rigid lips. Not Feuilly. His lips had the bearing of a perpetual smile, his palms calloused from service, his steps light. A sharp mind and a ready hand, he went out of his way to be with people, to understand them. They'd flocked to him eagerly, not long after. There was always food on his table for friends, although seldom in abundance, but what he lacked in quantity, he made up for with easy conversation and the feeling that his home is theirs. Such is the way he lived. 

Feuilly had a generous heart, had a propensity for giving because he was always too whole to ever lack. He'd been orphaned early in life, yes, but this orphan has adopted the world.

Les Amis de L’ABC (et les amis) Modern AU: Musichetta 

You'd think that such a pretty girl like her would stick to "her cutesy, girly things" without questioning it. You'd say, "Now that's a woman. Pretty, quiet and feminine." You'd be wrong. She subscribes to the magazines, and maintains a dainty loft, and keeps artsy journals, because guess what? She won't have any of your "strong women are masculine women" bullshit. Nope, not having any of it. If there's anything her science fiction books have told her, it's that the world buys one-sided women, and she's decided to call them out on it by being a bloody nonagon. 

She's one hell of a character and she's loving it. Apparently, Joly and Bossuet love it, too. 

Les Amis de L’ABC (et les amis) Modern AU: Euphrasie "Cosette" Fauchelevent

Her father sold their plantation when her mother died, and moved them to a new state. "A new start," he'd said. This is why she walks in a room and everybody breathes a little easier: the Southern charm, the decorum, the sweetness of her smile - the genuine affection in every, "Well, bless your heart." Even the plants grow faster and prettier under her care. But below the sweetness is an iron backbone; Southern belles learn never to take abuse earlier than they learn how to sip sweet tea properly.