“Violet! Violet!” Footsteps pattered at an alarming pace towards the home, before coming to a halt - Ariel had paused to unhook her coat from the crippling clutches of a nearby bush. This process took an excruciatingly long time. So long, in fact, that Ariel lapsed into thought.
/ I wonder how many of us are cat people. I know Courf and Enj are. Shoot - Grantaire’s a dog person. Probably likes bananas more than apples, too.
Why are bushes so bloody annoying? Touch them for one second and they’ll cling onto you forever. Kind of like Courf-/
“Ah! Thank you, Mr Bush!” She chuckled. “Hm! Mr Bush! Haha!”
/Blimey, what did I do last night?/
She pushed every thought out of her head.
“Violet! I’m sorry!” She tapped on her door rhythmically.
The door was opened by Ginger. A moment later, Cookie slipped out between her owner's legs, and batted Ariel with her claws sheathed.
"Okay, I deserved that." she gulped. “Is Violet still here?”
Ginger nodded. "So is Roche...Courfeyrac doesn't know he's here, though, so..."
For a moment, Ariel looked confused, if a little concerned, as though about to enquire what on Earth he was doing there, but forced herself to push it to the back of her mind.
“Any chance of forgiveness?” She asked instead. “Regarding Violet, I mean.”
Ginger nodded. "Of course! She wasn't really even mad at you in the first place. And...well, she realised that maybe Enjolras and or Grantaire should know."
“Oh, but not now!” She exclaimed. “First, I must make it up to her. Somehow.” She searched for an idea in her abyss of useless thoughts.
Violet appeared in the doorway as Ariel thought. "Roux, you don't need to make anything up to me, but I would appreciate it if you helped me tell Enjolras and Grantaire."
Ariel nodded, grasping the serverity of the situation. “Of course! But—” she began, before lingering off.
"But?" Violet prompted, curious.
“Nah, it’s nothing.” She paused. “Selfish, even.”
Violet raised her eyebrows. "Roux, tell me."
Ariel bit her lip and looked down at her fidgeting hands nervously. “I- erm... I just wondered - if Grantaire and Enjolras are okay with it-”
“Maybe- Maybe- They could look after the kids and- and maybe I could get you a drink or a meal? You know, for old time’s sake?” She looked deeply into her eyes with her own blue whirlpools, hopefully.
Violet hesitated. "Well, I don't like leaving the kids, and I'm not sure that leaving them with Grantaire would be the best idea, but...well, Enjolras would be there too, so...of course, it's just if they agree. But that sounds lovely."
“Yay! I mean- thank you- I mean, that’s cool. Shall we go to them now?” She asked.
"Of course. But first...we need to tell them. Let me get Elizabeth and Jason."
“Yes! Let’s!” Ariel nodded enthusiastically.
It took a little while, but eventually, the small group made it to Enjolras and Grantaire's house.
Ariel knocked avidly on the door. “Enj? R?” She skipped avidly whilst waiting for the door to open.
After a moment, Enjolras opened the door. "Hello, Ariel."
“Bonsoir, pouvons-nous entrer?” Ariel grinned.
"Oui, mademoiselle. What brings you here?"
"I'm here too," Violet murmured.
Ariel stepped into their home with such confidence. It was basically her’s too, for now. She signaled to the pristine leather settees in the living room.
“We have something we wish to talk to you about.” She announced, attempting to tie her flaming curls out of her face.
"Go on," Enjolras prompted.
“Violet?” She glanced over. “Who do you want to say?”
"I will." Violet took a deep breath. "Enjolras....Grantaire...okay, listen, a while ago, I gave birth to Grantaire's kids. Thank you for your time." The flustered woman buried her head in Ariel's shoulder.
Ariel held her friend close and protectively, an arm on Violet’s shoulder.
Grantaire's face had paled, and he looked like a piece of chalk at the moment.
Enjolras looked confused. “Violet- you- you- what? But he’s- But I’m...”
"Enjolras, surely you recall. Last June. Grantaire was drunk and... upset. He went to Violet and he-"
"Yes, that's quite enough, Ariel." a voice interrupted. A figure stood in the doorway, putting out a cigarette.
“Courfeyrac! I have no idea where Gavroche is.” She pulled out of the blue.
"He's at my house with Ginger," Violet murmured.
“Ah, ought I collect him? Seperate him from his sweetheart?” Courfeyrac jested.
"Shut up!" Ariel snapped, good naturedly.