Also, petition for an AU where Cosette is left with Favourite, Dahlia and Zephine instead of the Thenardiers
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Being on a total ‘minor ladies of Les Mis’ kick right now, I found myself reading the Favourite parts again, and I noticed this little detail (bolding mine, obviously):
Favourite having been in England, was admired by Dahlia and Zephine. She had had an establishment of her own very early in life. Her father was an old unmarried professor of mathematics, a brutal man and a braggart, who went out to give lessons in spite of his age. This professor, when he was a young man, had one day seen a chambermaid’s gown catch on a fender; he had fallen in love in consequence of this accident. The result had been Favourite.
And onto our beloved (ha) Felix Tholomyes, caught mid-ramble:
The property of love is to err. A love affair is not made to crouch down and brutalize itself like an English serving-maid who has callouses on her knees from scrubbing.
Tholomyes, you just insulted Favourite’s mother in front of her, didn’t you? You dick.
Lesser-fancasted Les Miserables characters:
╘ Freema Agyeman as Favourite
Favourite having been in England, was admired by Dahlia and Zephine. She had had an establishment of her own very early in life. Her father was an old unmarried professor of mathematics, a brutal man and a braggart, who went out to give lessons in spite of his age. This professor, when he was a young man, had one day seen a chambermaid’s gown catch on a fender; he had fallen in love in consequence of this accident. The result had been Favourite.
Okay, I really want to write that whole ‘Grantaire is the son of Tholomyes and Favourite’ fanfic. Because I’m rereading the earlier bits of the Brick and things! keep! happening! …
Favourite:
I have the spleen, as the English say, butter is so dear! and then you see it is horrible, here we are dining in a room with a bed in it, and that disgusts me with life.
R:
Yes, I have the spleen, complicated with melancholy, with homesickness, plus hypochondria, and I am vexed and I rage, and I yawn, and I am bored, and I am tired to death, and I am stupid! Let God go to the devil! / I want a drink. I desire to forget life. Life is a hideous invention of I know not whom.
Favourite’s backstory:
Her father was an old unmarried professor of mathematics, a brutal man and a braggart, who went out to give lessons in spite of his age.
R’s childhood:
Gentlemen, my father always detested me because I could not understand mathematics. I understand only love and liberty.
And then there’s Tholomyes- him and R both have the ability to drunkenly rant for pages at a time: the main difference being that Tholomyes’ rants always come from a place of arrogance and Grantaire’s from a place of deep depression. And wouldn’t Tholomyes be exactly the sort of father who would despise his son for not understanding the aforementioned mathematics, therefore cutting himself off from his grandfather’s profession? OH GOD I WANT THIS STORY SO BAD. I’m gonna go through some tags and see if I can find whoever suggested the idea first…