Chapter Text
I’m waking up
I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my system blow
Welcome to the new age
To the new age
Welcome to the new age
To the new age
Imagine Dragons - Radioactive
Les Amis de L’ABC is a group that could be historic, maybe when they are old, their acts will be remembered forever, but for now, they are young and wild.
Their chief, Enjolras is at the beginning of adulthood, twenty-two, his hair is made of short golden curls. His cheekbones could cut glass, the perfect jaw line and green eyes. Enjolras right hand man, was Combeferre. The guide is a year older than the chief is and taller as well. Combeferre has long legs, a gentle smile and brown eyes. And connecting them together was Courfeyrac. The center, he had black curly hair, hazel eyes always shining with happiness. Courfeyrac is twenty-two, like Enjolras. They are the golden trio. When they started the group, three years ago, they had a fourth member, Montparnasse. He was their impulse and had been Enjolras boyfriend.
Montparnasse and Enjolras were the royalty of the streets. Almost everything started with them. The first Harley Davidson bike, came from Montparnasse, just Enjolras knew if it was stolen or not, and they would ride together. Montparnasse was a head taller than he was, where Enjolras hair as curly and blonde, Montparnasse was straight and black, they were at the same age and together they were a sight to behold.
Neither Combeferre nor Courfeyrac liked Montparnasse in the beginning, however, what could they say for their stubborn friend? The only logical thing to do was accept Montparnasse as their fourth member.
Creating their club was a very well planned thing. Enjolras came with the idea, since he was into social justice, Combeferre and Courfeyrac were the first to agree. Montparnasse never said nothing against. However, he brought a friend, Éponine Thénardier. Éponine was at the same age as Combeferre, she had long curly black hair, dark skin and green eyes, she was outspoken, brave enough to do what it was necessary.
The five misfits kids, together, started a new reign in the streets. They would organize rallies in the Musain Cafe, Combeferre specialty was kindness, his words were soft, creating the comfortable atmosphere for the listeners. Courfeyrac was the vision of the future, his words would tell them tales of a new world, it was his role in the schemes, he had to maintain the crowd to calm. Enjolras was the bringer of chaos, he wasn’t soft and kind, he was the present, angry and powerful. The crowd would go crazy with him. His role was to emphasis Courf’s tales, make everyone listening feel the urge to change.
Éponine rarely talked, her ability with the crowds were nothing like the Trio, for this matter, she preferred being close to the Chief while he spoke, she would stir the crowd, scream with them. Éponine was their personification. Montparnasse wasn’t into this full circus like the others, but he had his revolutionary soul, his role was more physical. He loved fighting, the thrill, the pain. It was his thought. Montparnasse had friends that played dirty, it was their role to keep people safe, but if it was necessary, be ready to fight.
Those misfits kids were an earthquake. It was in one of their rallies, maybe the most violent. Enjolras came down from his high spot, to fight with a man. After his first punch, hell broke loose. In this chaotic environment, they gained a new member, Bahorel.
Bahorel was huge in size, as tall as Combeferre, but much broader than all of them, his hair was in a bun, he had blue eyes. Those blue eyes always warm and friendly. He was twenty-two and knew box. Over that violent day, he turned into a member.
Bahorel had a friendly aura around him and it was compatible with Courfeyrac. It made them a tight unit. It was also because of Bahorel, that other members came. He brought Bossuet, twenty-three years old, bald boy, he was black and proud, knew how to fight, but was ridiculously unlucky. Except in love. With Bossuet, came Joly, a twenty-two year old, medical student, like Combeferre, tall like Montparnasse, wearing glasses and using canes to support his bad leg. Bossuet and Joly were two pieces of a trio. Musichetta was the missing piece, she and Éponine could pass as sisters, their skin was the same color, and even their hair was alike, Musichetta being slightly more bulky. She was twenty-one
The next addition to the group was Grantaire, he was Bahorel partner in boxing class. Grantaire was an art student, with wild curly black hair, green eyes with an eternal mischievous glint, the opposite of Enjolras', he loved his wine, his art and was addicted to the chief's words. In his twenty-one years of life, he had never seen anything so magnetic as their chief. With him came Feuilly and Jehan.
Feuilly was a worker, with red hair and green eyes. He was self-educated, and wasn’t in University, he was twenty-two and very wise, for such age. Feuilly was the type of person Enjolras wanted to reach with his speeches and for this Feuilly was worshiped by him.
Jehan Prouvaire approach to live was different, they had the same height as Enjolras, their hair was always long and braided in very intricate designs, they would talk poetry and write. They smell like flowers, and spoke like an angel, soft and calm. Their eyes were like melted chocolate, forever warm. Dramatic tales, and tears with softly rimed speeches.
Courfeyrac first addition to the group was Marius Pontmercy, whose family name was as powerful as Enjolras, he was awkward in his twenty years, had long limbs, brown hair and hazel eyes. His ideals were alike Enjolras, but his ways were less aggressive. Marius found easy to connect with Jehan and Courfeyrac. They had the same lifestyle.
The last person to enter the group was Cosette and Enjolras brought her. Cosette meet him at an orphanage, both were volunteering, they talked and he invited her. Cosette could pass as Enjolras twin, age twenty, blond hair, blue eyes kind and lovely. But behind this sweet girl facade, was a fierce girl who would tag with Éponine and Musichetta. Together, they would stir crowds and help the injured ones.
They were made of broken parts, alone they were nothing, together they were unstoppable. Those broken parts made Les Amis de L’ABC. It was time for a new era.