The Power of a Glance
"The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love beings, and this way only." – Victor Hugo. 2012 film Enjonine short one-shot.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here's my first Les Mis movie fic. Aaron Tveit as Enjolras and Samantha Barks as Éponine.
All they had ever shared was a glance.
They had never spoken, for no opportunity had ever presented itself. She was constantly by Marius' side, and he was focused on the revolution.
He remember the first time he had ever noticed her. He had seen her before, yes, but that day she caught his attention. Marius had arrived late to the meeting, telling anyone who would listen of the beautiful girl he had seen in the square, with golden hair and angelic features. As Enjolras listened to Marius' poetic words, he had seen a dark-haired figure on the stairwell leading to the upper room of the café Musain.
She had stood below the room, a conflicted expression covering her sun-tanned features. The gamine had lowered her eyes, biting her lower lip; it was as if she had been hesitant to enter the room. He took a step towards the open door.
It was then that their eyes had met.
In all actuality, they had been too far apart for him to discern her eyes clearly. But what he had seen was that her eyes were dark; whether brown or another hue he could not tell. Éponine had been just eighteen, and malnourished to the point that she could have been mistaken for a year younger. Her eyes, however, spoke of a hard life; she was able to take care of herself, never wishing to seem weak, but there had been pain in her eyes.
The moment was broken when Marius had brushed past Enjolras and hurried down the stairs towards Éponine.
"Did you find her?" Marius had asked, looking urgently into her eyes.
She turned and all but ran down the stairs, a look of even deeper pain in her gaze.
Marius had paused for a moment before hurrying after her. But in the split second before he left, he had looked up at Enjolras.
Enjolras gave his friend a pointed look of disapproval. True, Marius needed to focus on the revolution, not some mystery woman. But he was using his best friend to find said mystery woman.
And he didn't even realize that said best friend was in love with him.
Marius left the café. Enjolras turned back to the group of students, the pain in Éponine's eyes consuming his thoughts.