Post by followedmyheart on Feb 21, 2013 21:42:35 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out  Cosette had requested that she be unaccompanied whilst voting for May Queen. While she loved her father dearly, she rather not have him hovering near her while her name was on the ballot. The whole ideal was preposterous and overwhelming as it was. For a peace of mind, she was glad that he gave her a few moments alone to herself to cast her vote. After making sure that Papa was engrossed at a flower stand, she parted ways with him to make her way to the voting table. It was simple enough, wooden with a box and two men guarding the votes. They reminded her of the boy she had seen a few months prior. Oh why couldn't he be here instead? She pretended to ignore the fact that they were watching her quite closely as young men do young girls, but nodded and exchanged "Bonjour"s as a courtesy. Cosette blushed upon seeing her own name on the ballot. It was no doubt the will of the children that she gave alms to. They had probably badgered the nomination takers until they took her name willingly, since she was not of Upper descent. She and her father lived quiet lives. How appalled he seemed to be when she was nominated! But slightly proud... She smiled upon seeing Clémence's name near her own. She had not heard that her maid was. They had sometimes been mistaken as sisters since she had started working for them. While Toussaint did not have the same views as Cosette at all times, but they did agree on much. They were soft spoken hearts with kind eyes and appreciation for hard work. Cosette was glad that they could offer the other woman work, but was sad that it wasn't enough and that she took on even more hours at the tavern. What kind of men did she encounter there? Were they mean? Cosette nibbled on the end of the quill as her mind wandered, the two boys at the stand watching her patiently. She did not know the other woman quite so well as she knew Toussaint. While they were all charming and pretty, she felt that Toissaint would gain greatly from being May Queen. In her shadowed life, that young girl deserved a ray of happiness. Cosette wrote down the name she had chosen and carefully folded the paper into fourths before slipping it into the ornately designed box. The two boys smiled brightly at her as she bid them "Au revoir" and returned to her father. [style=width: 302px; text-align: center; background: #806D7E; line-height: 8px; font-size: 15px; padding: 25px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase;]these dry bones cry for you |
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