[Les Miserables] The Newcomer
Title: The Newcomer
Author: bearit
Rating: G
Genre: General
Characters: Bahorel, Jean Prouvaire
Word Count: 238
Summary: Someone has entered the back room of the Cafe Musain whom Bahorel has never seen before.
Notes: A prompt given to me from an Anon on Tumblr: Bahorel/cross-dressing!Prouvaire.
Disclaimer: Les Misérables belongs to Victor Hugo. I have no rights to the novel, musical, anime, or any of the movies. This piece of fanwork is unofficial and not making a profit.
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Bahorel was shocked when he walked into the back room of the Cafe Musain and saw a woman sitting at one of the tables.
She was of a unique beauty, he noted, and for a moment he wondered if perhaps she was the latest of Courfeyrac’s collection. That thought went right out the window. Of course Courfeyrac would not bring a woman he was sleeping with here, no matter how beautiful or unique or anything. To do so would invite a commitment Bahorel knew Courfeyrac had little interest in.
Was she the infamous Musichetta? That could not be; neither Joly nor Bossuet were here yet. In fact, none of the others were here yet. So this being Pontmercy’s Ursule was not only improbable, but laughable, even if the boy was here.
So she was not an acquaintance of any of them, surely. Then who was she and why was she here? Bahorel did not recognize her from any of the other groups around Paris.
She smiled politely at Bahorel, a familiarly odd twinkle in her eye. Then Bahorel noticed her attire. She was well-dressed, and while Bahorel knew little about fashion he knew enough to know when colors clashed. That shade of purple of her petticoat with those flower patterns and that shade of red with those frills…
It couldn’t be.
“Jehan?”
She-he even laughed delicately like a lady. “Was it that obvious?”
Bahorel had no words.
Author: bearit
Rating: G
Genre: General
Characters: Bahorel, Jean Prouvaire
Word Count: 238
Summary: Someone has entered the back room of the Cafe Musain whom Bahorel has never seen before.
Notes: A prompt given to me from an Anon on Tumblr: Bahorel/cross-dressing!Prouvaire.
Disclaimer: Les Misérables belongs to Victor Hugo. I have no rights to the novel, musical, anime, or any of the movies. This piece of fanwork is unofficial and not making a profit.
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Bahorel was shocked when he walked into the back room of the Cafe Musain and saw a woman sitting at one of the tables.
She was of a unique beauty, he noted, and for a moment he wondered if perhaps she was the latest of Courfeyrac’s collection. That thought went right out the window. Of course Courfeyrac would not bring a woman he was sleeping with here, no matter how beautiful or unique or anything. To do so would invite a commitment Bahorel knew Courfeyrac had little interest in.
Was she the infamous Musichetta? That could not be; neither Joly nor Bossuet were here yet. In fact, none of the others were here yet. So this being Pontmercy’s Ursule was not only improbable, but laughable, even if the boy was here.
So she was not an acquaintance of any of them, surely. Then who was she and why was she here? Bahorel did not recognize her from any of the other groups around Paris.
She smiled politely at Bahorel, a familiarly odd twinkle in her eye. Then Bahorel noticed her attire. She was well-dressed, and while Bahorel knew little about fashion he knew enough to know when colors clashed. That shade of purple of her petticoat with those flower patterns and that shade of red with those frills…
It couldn’t be.
“Jehan?”
She-he even laughed delicately like a lady. “Was it that obvious?”
Bahorel had no words.