"Madame Pontmercy..." Marius managed a tiny smile at that, his ears turning a shade of red barely visible under the dimness of the room. Sometimes, during the hazy moments in between sleep and wakefulness, he still wondered whether he had dreamed it all up: the bright, fairy-lights in the night-time garden, the angelic Cosette in her magnificent, blue-and-floral dress, the vows and the music and the dancing, and the night they spent together...
The blush quickly spread to the rest of his face, so his forehead might have felt a little hot under Joly's hand. And if that was his reaction to recollecting his wedding night, imagine his consternation should he come to know of their discussions about him back in Paris!
He blinked at Joly once he had spoken, as if he had just said something in a language he had yet to understand, then said, "There is no rest in my sleep."
He made his best attempt to sound less drowsy than he really was, but it still came out terribly like the murmur of a man about to surrender to Hypnos's will.
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The blush quickly spread to the rest of his face, so his forehead might have felt a little hot under Joly's hand. And if that was his reaction to recollecting his wedding night, imagine his consternation should he come to know of their discussions about him back in Paris!
He blinked at Joly once he had spoken, as if he had just said something in a language he had yet to understand, then said, "There is no rest in my sleep."
He made his best attempt to sound less drowsy than he really was, but it still came out terribly like the murmur of a man about to surrender to Hypnos's will.