Enjolras had to wonder why, especially if the child considered herself so powerless in the situation, the father didn't have more to do about this. Perhaps he was ill. Or not a physically imposing man. A million and one valid reasons stretched out before him. But he hated excuses. Still. Where he could rail against his friends for providing them, it would not do to insult the poor gamine.
"Take comfort, for now, knowing that there are men who will fight for you and your kind," he said, folding his arms again. "Your life will not always be so dark, madamoiselle. For now, though..." He straightened, stood. "I can at least -"
And clattered back against his desk, as she threw herself at him. His face soured and flushed, at once. His turn, now, to shrink back like she might try to grope for him. "Please get up," he insisted, through his teeth. "Your gratitude is more than sufficient. This is so unnecessary."
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Date: 2013-05-22 08:14 am (UTC)"Take comfort, for now, knowing that there are men who will fight for you and your kind," he said, folding his arms again. "Your life will not always be so dark, madamoiselle. For now, though..." He straightened, stood. "I can at least -"
And clattered back against his desk, as she threw herself at him. His face soured and flushed, at once. His turn, now, to shrink back like she might try to grope for him. "Please get up," he insisted, through his teeth. "Your gratitude is more than sufficient. This is so unnecessary."