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we only bloom in the violet hour

He studies her, taking in the thin limbs and black hair and the gray bruise slanting over her gaunt cheekbone. Joly had once compared Cosette to the sun, and it strikes Enjolras now that her darker counterpart is the moon, all shadows and secret nights, with no radiance to call her own, her beauty waxing and waning until the clouds part and, for a fleeting moment, you tilt your head back and see her for what she is, and she suddenly bathes you in silver.