Literature Meme: 6/7 characters, Enjolras from Les Miserables by Victor Hugo.
“Enjolras was a charming young man, who was capable of being terrible. He was angelically handsome. He was a savage Antinous. One would have said, to see the pensive thoughtfulness of his glance, that he had already, in some previous state of existence, traversed the revolutionary apocalypse.
His eyes were deep, his lids a little red, his lower lip was thick and easily became disdainful, his brow was lofty. Like certain young men at the beginning of this century and the end of the last, who became illustrious at an early age, he was endowed with excessive youth, and was as rosy as a young girl, although subject to hours of pallor. Already a man, he still seemed a child. His two and twenty years appeared to be but seventeen; he was serious, it did not seem as though he were aware there was on earth a thing called woman. He had but one passion—the right; but one thought—to overthrow the obstacle. He hardly saw the roses, he ignored spring, he did not hear the carolling of the birds; he, like Harmodius, thought flowers good for nothing except to conceal the sword. He was severe in his enjoyments. He chastely dropped his eyes before everything which was not the Republic. He was the marble lover of liberty.
If any grisette of the Place Cambrai or the Rue Saint-Jean-de-Beauvais, seeing that face of a youth escaped from college, that page’s mien, those long, golden lashes, those blue eyes, that hair billowing in the wind, those rosy cheeks, those fresh lips, those exquisite teeth, had conceived an appetite for that complete aurora, and had tried her beauty on Enjolras, an astounding and terrible glance would have promptly shown her the abyss, and would have taught her not to confound the mighty cherub of Ezekiel with the gallant Cherubino of Beaumarchais.”
i’ve spent more time tracing the dip of your back
and the line of your geometric shoulders and matching
set of hips, than i have with anything else, and if
one day i wake up and you are gone from my sight, i hope
i lose the feeling in my hands, for i wish to never
remember anything else, but the feeling of your
skin and bones, underneath my own
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