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Never Gentle Always Patient by Esteliel
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables (2012), Les Misérables - Victor Hugo, Les Misérables - Schönberg/Boublil
09 Mar 2014
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He was calm and composed when he made his report on the grave mistake he had committed, although once or twice, a deep sigh escaped him. He did not spare himself despite the melancholy thought that this would be the last day, the last hour, that he would wear the uniform that had once been all he had aspired to. He omitted none of his many sins. His hurt pride and humiliation at how the magistrate had handled the case of the prostitute. His preposterous suspicions, fed by the hurt pride. The letter sent to the Prefecture, and the answer he had received.
Silently, he held out the letter at last, a wordless entreaty to take the weight of the law from his shoulders that during the last hour had grown too weak to bear the weight they had been so long accustomed to. “You see, Monsieur. It must be done. Do with me as you please; it is just.”Punish me, Monsieur le Maire fic, because there is never enough of that. Javert has made a grave mistake. The Mayor thinks that he needs to learn control.
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E太的靴子崇拜Punish me, Monsieur le Maire, 收到"冉阿让"死了的信
He was pulled up then at last, coming face to face with Madeleine, who was pale and wide-eyed and did not speak for a long moment before he shook his head with a despairing laugh and released him.“Javert, you... you break me, I didn't...” The mayor covered his face with a hand for a moment. “I never asked...” His voice trailed off, and Javert kept silent, though he noted that the mayor seemed as out of breath as he was. At last, a hand came to cup his face, and he tried to duck away instinctively like a horse shying from the whip before he remembered himself and let the mayor touch him as he pleased. He trembled slightly, unsettled by the gentleness that still felt too much like mercy to be born easily. “Javert....”
The mayor's voice was close to breaking, and he looked like a man rescued from some torment. Javert did not understand.
“You turn me into...” The mayor closed his eyes. There was sweat on his brow, and all of a sudden he seemed weary, and older than Javert had ever seen him. “Yesterday. I treated you like that convict would have. And you... you let me, Javert, you shouldn't have...” He broke off in anguish, and Javert, uncertain, took hold of his hand, pressed a kiss to his fingers in a helpless gesture of submission and respect as one might show to a king, to a priest.
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