
“You know your place in the sky
You hold your course and your aim
And each in your season returns and returns
And is always the same.”
—
A hardened prison-guard-turned-police-inspector who sings about the permanence of stars
(◕‿◕✿)
for my lovely Kay, who came to me with the idea of them meeting again in heaven [Javert having spent the intervening years between his suicide and Valjean’s death wandering, lost and weighed down with confusion and guilt in the belief that he deserved hell for his sins] which made me slide off my seat into a puddle on the ground and lie there groaning for half an hour
and it took me a month to draw I’m so sorry





