After a long discussion with a rather peculiar girl, Javert finally feels compelled to plan. And plan. And plan some more. He sits at the table, chewing on the end of a pen, trying to write wedding invitations.

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Javert stretched and yawned lazily. Saturdays have never truely been restful for him; even when he was not working, his mind had always managed to stray to the subject. Being dead and unemployed certainly had its advantages. M. Valjean had left for the day, saying he had to make some arrangements for the upcoming wedding, which Javert had accepted ( Read more... )

Javert had woken up early to deliver Valjean's birthday gift. Sneaking past the sleeping man had been difficult; being on edge for most of one's life lends itself to a light sleep. Fortunately, the Opera had run later than they expected the night before, leaving Valjean exhausted enough to get a proper rest and Javert with an opportunity. Now, he ( Read more... )

((This is intended to be nothing more than Javert's private musings. Go ahead and look, but don't comment IC, since Valjean can't see it.

I had an unusual dream which I suspect was prompted by anxiety. Friday is looming, and I've never been to the Opera!


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Fuck off.


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Javert paces around his apartment, wondering whether this is a good idea. How long would it take for Valjean to tire of him and have him thrown out? He sighs and sits down in his room's only chair and does his best not to think abou it. Halfheartedly, he begins folding shirts and throwing them in his battered trunk. From that he progresses to pants ( Read more... )

Ask me a question about each of the following, no matter how confidential. Then post this in your journal and see what questions you get asked!

1. Friends
2. Sex
3. Music
4. Drugs
5. Love
6. Livejournal

Mostly for your gain, M Valjean, as we have never had much time to get to know each other.

I had an unusual dream last night. All I could remember from it was this picture:

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