|Box of Stars
||[28 Mar 2013|06:02pm]
Javert stares stonily into the empty void of the night as the shadows of his fate finally engulf him. He is about to step off the parapet when strong arms wrap around his waist, pulling his body flush against another. The warmth from the contact seeps into his chilled bones making him hiss.
He does not have to turn around to know who it is.
Javert’s dry lips unconsciously part as warm breath ghosts over the shell of his ear caressing his senses and pushing back the darkness.
“Javert you cannot leave me now, especially after I went through all the trouble of catching each one for you,” the older man says as he slips a flat wrapped box into the former inspector’s shaking hands. “It is not the world Javert, but it is the best I could do on such short notice.”
Still ensconced in the stronger man’s embrace, Javert lifts a trembling hand to undo the fragile paper feeling as if he were unwrapping years of guilt and torment encased around his heart. As the last of the thin wrapping falls from his fingertips, Javert’s breath catches in his throat and the full meaning of what he is holding wraps around his soul obliterating the last shreds of darkness with the light that had always been there, even if he failed to recognize it.
The light of Jean Valjean.
Clutching the box to his chest, Javert turns in the protective arms surrounding him like bands of steel and locks eyes with the man he has both despised and loved for the last two decades. Where he expected to see anger, there was only forgiveness and where he thought to see hate, there was instead something that burned brighter than any star in the night sky.
When Valjean’s lips finally claim Javert’s, the suspended stars overhead were dim compared to the light shining in their hearts.
My first feeble attempt at writing Valjean/Javert
I was inspired by the above photo I saw on Tumblr.
This has been a very difficult month for me, but I hope to be back reading and commenting soon.