The funny thing about “”contrived”” Les Mis headcanons like “Cosette and Enjolras are related” is that they’re actually completely plausible??? Because in Brick-canon EVERYONe in Les Mis turns out to be secretly related in some Contrived way???
Like in the actual Brick Valjean returns to Paris with adult Cosette, only to (coincidence!) be ambushed by Cosette’s former ‘’caretakers’’ the Thenardiers, who are parents to Gavroche, and Gavroche (out of all of Paris) manages to find and ‘’adopt’’ two young street urchins who he doesn’t know jUST HAPPEN to be his younger brothers, who were living with Magnon, who was Gillenormand’s mistress, who was Marius’ grandmother, who was the son of Baron Pontmercy, whose life was “saved” by Thenardier, who is the father of Eponine, who is in love with Marius, who had a cousin named Theodule, who Cosette briefly had a crush on, and Cosette is the daughter of Valjean, who has run-ins with Javert, who just happens to be the police officer who saves him from the Thenardier’s ambush!!!!!
“These characters can’t be related, it’s too Contrived!” hA but it’s exactly the brand of Contrived™ that ol Coincidence-Loving Vicky Hugo would be proud of
@storyseekers event 04 : time—Les Misérables, Victor Hugo
— “Citoyens, le XIXe siècle est grand, mais le XXe siècle sera heureux.” (Citizens, the nineteenth century is great, but the twentieth century will be happy.)
i’ve done no wrong, sweet jesus hear my prayer. look down, look down, sweet jesus doesn’t care. i know she’ll wait. i know that she’ll be true. look down, look down, they’ve all forgotten you. when i get free, you won’t see me here for dust. look down, look down, you’ll always be a slave. look down, look down, you’re standing in your grave. favourite les miserables captures (gifs)
Retired as he was in a corner and as it were sheltered behind the billiard table, the soliders, their eyes fixed upon Enjolras, had not even noticed Grantaire, and the sergeant was preparing to repeat the order: “Take aim!” when suddenly they heard a powerful voice cry out beside them: “Vive la République! I belong to it.” Grantaire had arisen. The immense glare of the whole combat which he had missed and in which he had not been, appeared in the flashing eye of the transfigured drunkard. He repeated: “Vive la République!” crossed the room with a firm step, and took his place before the muskets beside Enjolras. “Two at one shot,” said he. And, turning towards Enjolras gently, he said to him: “Willyoupermitit?” Enjolras grasped his hand with a smile. The smile was not finished when the report was heard.
