[Les Miserables] When Ears Can't Hear
Title: When Ears Can't Hear
Author: bearit
Rating: PG
Genre: General, Romance, Friendship
Characters: Enjolras/Bahorel
Word Count: 358
Summary: Bahorel loses his temper and struggles with his feelings for Enjolras.
Notes: Anon requested on Tumblr: Enjolras/Bahorel.
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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“Well?”
“Well…?”
“Aren’t you going to tell me that I shouldn’t have lost my temper, that antagonizing them is detrimental to what we are trying to achieve? Aren’t you going to-” Bahorel hissed as Enjolras dabbed at the cut on his forehead with a cloth. “Aren’t you going to reprimand me? I was in the wrong. We both know it. I shouldn’t have lashed out them like I did. I shouldn’t have knocked their leader’s head with a chair, I shouldn’t have shouted, I shouldn’t have-”
“Why shouldn’t you have done those things?”
Bahorel had an answer, but he kept it to himself. There was no use in trying to explain to Enjolras that if Enjolras hadn’t had been there, he would have regretted nothing. That if Enjolras hadn’t had been there, he would have done much worse, and he would have stumbled away feeling good about himself. That if Enjolras had been Enjolras and not… Enjolras, Bahorel would not have been ashamed to report on it all the same.
Enjolras dipped the cloth back in the water and wringed out the excess, dabbing Bahorel’s cut up face again. ”Then, tell me, Bahorel. Why did you do those things?”
As Bahorel recalled the events of the afternoon, he felt his blood boil again. “Because they have no right to disrespect the wishes of women who decline their advances. Because they have no right to corner them into submission. Because they have no right to insult Feuilly’s jobs, his education, his background. They have no right to point out the flaws of our friends when they are plentiful amongst themselves. They call themselves republicans! Pah!”
“And you believe I would have disapproved of your reaction?”
Bahorel started. Enjolras only smiled down at him gently.
“They are not the allies France needs. Maybe they will evolve, but they are not ready yet. And they demonstrated that they are men whose ears are still closed, and so your actions were not uncalled for. You did well, Bahorel.”
Bahorel smiled back and gladly accepted Enjolras’s offered hand. “Thank you.”
“No,” said Enjolras as he lightly kissed Bahorel’s hand. “Thank you.”
Author: bearit
Rating: PG
Genre: General, Romance, Friendship
Characters: Enjolras/Bahorel
Word Count: 358
Summary: Bahorel loses his temper and struggles with his feelings for Enjolras.
Notes: Anon requested on Tumblr: Enjolras/Bahorel.
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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“Well?”
“Well…?”
“Aren’t you going to tell me that I shouldn’t have lost my temper, that antagonizing them is detrimental to what we are trying to achieve? Aren’t you going to-” Bahorel hissed as Enjolras dabbed at the cut on his forehead with a cloth. “Aren’t you going to reprimand me? I was in the wrong. We both know it. I shouldn’t have lashed out them like I did. I shouldn’t have knocked their leader’s head with a chair, I shouldn’t have shouted, I shouldn’t have-”
“Why shouldn’t you have done those things?”
Bahorel had an answer, but he kept it to himself. There was no use in trying to explain to Enjolras that if Enjolras hadn’t had been there, he would have regretted nothing. That if Enjolras hadn’t had been there, he would have done much worse, and he would have stumbled away feeling good about himself. That if Enjolras had been Enjolras and not… Enjolras, Bahorel would not have been ashamed to report on it all the same.
Enjolras dipped the cloth back in the water and wringed out the excess, dabbing Bahorel’s cut up face again. ”Then, tell me, Bahorel. Why did you do those things?”
As Bahorel recalled the events of the afternoon, he felt his blood boil again. “Because they have no right to disrespect the wishes of women who decline their advances. Because they have no right to corner them into submission. Because they have no right to insult Feuilly’s jobs, his education, his background. They have no right to point out the flaws of our friends when they are plentiful amongst themselves. They call themselves republicans! Pah!”
“And you believe I would have disapproved of your reaction?”
Bahorel started. Enjolras only smiled down at him gently.
“They are not the allies France needs. Maybe they will evolve, but they are not ready yet. And they demonstrated that they are men whose ears are still closed, and so your actions were not uncalled for. You did well, Bahorel.”
Bahorel smiled back and gladly accepted Enjolras’s offered hand. “Thank you.”
“No,” said Enjolras as he lightly kissed Bahorel’s hand. “Thank you.”