Javert knew how to cook ( Read more... )

Javert has just taken a nice, soothing bath. His hair is wet and hanging down his back, and while he's working on putting some clothes on, he doesn't seem to care about drying the grey strands. He throws on an outfit and turns to find his brush. Which, of course, is nowhere to be found ( Read more... )

He was having a fantastic dream. It was an airy sort of dream, something he hadn't experienced in his wonderland for some time. It consisted of whimsical things, a soft rain shower, a familiar face. It was perfect. Even so that Javert was curled contentedly around a pillow, as if he were pretending it were the person he was so enamoured with. ( Read more... )

This was a perfect day in the eyes of Javert. It was cloudy and almost was cold enough for a warm scarf and a big greatcoat. Even though it wasn't as chilly as he wished it to be, Javert was wrapped in his black greatcoat. A black tophat sitting on his head and his grey hair pulled back into a tight, neat ponytail was streaming down his back; he ( Read more... )

Javert was usually a deep sleeper ( Read more... )

Javert sat outside the mansion in the rose garden on a wooden bench. His top hat rested beside him, his gloves in his lap. He still wore that heavy greatcoat that seemed to never be seen without the Inspector. His eyes were fixed on a crimson red rose bush in front of him, lost in thought. Long grey hair framed his face, an unusual sight; ( Read more... )

*is sitting with Musetta on his knee, entertaining her with a toy and a book; should anyone want to come and talk, he's here with his daughter and reading fairy tales to her*

What percentage of your relationship is: Love? Want? Need?

I cannot say. I love him, want him, and need him all at the same level.

With your partner would you rather: Kiss or talk?

Do both. He has a brilliant mind; I love to hear him speak, and kiss him in between sentences, if I can.

Do you prefer: Being in charge or submitting to them?.. ( Read more... )

Musetta drew a picture for me today. It must be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. She drew our little family - Valjean, herself, and me - and the way she presented it to me was so innocent and pure that I could have just cried ( Read more... )

*paces, holding Musetta in his arms and stroking her hair, soothing both his daughter and himself ( Read more... )