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Cosette can't justify most coffee shops. It's a small-town thing, she thinks; she has a coffee maker, and a toaster. She can make her own coffee and bagels and just carry travel mugs with her.

But she can't mix her own drinks, which is why she can always justify bars. And why she's here, books spread out around her, taking notes ferociously in her copy of Sense and Sensibility while finishing the drink she has been nursing for almost an hour.

She catches sight of the bartender, smiles warmly. It's pretty deserted in here for a Tuesday night, or at least, she'd assume so. She doesn't do this often.

                 "Excuse me? Could I get another, when you have                    the chance?"

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"Spencer, right?"

          Since being made a prefect, Cosette has given out exactly one           detention, scolded four first-years for going out without scarves,           and taken up knitting to provide said first-years with scarves. It           looks like a promising position, but really, no one has anything           to fear from Cosette Fauchelevent when she approaches them           during prefect rounds and they're out of bed past curfew.

          She sits down beside the other girl, turning to look at her with           a small smile.

"You okay? It's pretty late."

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"You don't want to go down that hallway."

             She's soaked, dripping water all over the floors and              staring up at the boy about to walk past her with wide              eyes. Shaking her head, Cosette points down the hall              she just came through, and her voice cracks as she              speaks next.

"Peeves messed with the plumbing. Again. There's a  huge flood and I think he's trying to fill one of the class-  rooms so he can get the Giant Squid in here, which I'm  pretty sure is generally impossible, but you      you don't  want to go down there. Trust me."

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"Excuse me? Hi. I'm lost. Completely lost.  I need to get to the library      damn, sorry,  I don't even know if you're a student."

                It's been a very long morning, and Cosette is still trying                 to adjust to living in a city, and she's been having such                 a hard time with the damn subways... but she smiles; it                 might be strained, but it's genuine nonetheless.

                ( For the record, she's terrible with directions, and she's                 going in the wrong direction. It's hardly the first time she                 managed to do this, but she somehow doubts that if she                 keeps doing this in a city with eight million people, it will                 keep landing her where she's going, rather than, say, in                 the path of the most terrifying taxis she's ever seen. )

"Right, sorry. First, are you a student here, and  second, if you are, or even if you're not, do you  know how to get to the library?"

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i'm still here, i swear! i've been doing classwork and it's been eating my brain, and i'm usually on one of my other blogs, but i promise not to neglect cosette again.

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granxaire:

Moving to the city, the city, was probably not the best financial move Grantaire had ever made in his life. His parents paid for the first and last month’s rent of the little apartment he’d found to get him out of their hair, but other than that Grantaire was completely on his own.

Money was scarce for now ( he had a little bit of faith in his ability to secure a steady gig somewhere in the damn city ), but he was determined to make this work. Even if he hadn’t actually expected anyone to reply to his Craigslist.com ad. The fact that someone had actually responded and, more than that, seemed ready to move in immediately, had spurred Grantaire into bringing order to the apartment that was still half-packed and half-whirlwind.

At the knock to the door, Grantaire wiped his hands on his pants and went to go answer it. "Hey, I’m Grantaire,” he said, his southern accent probably definitely unexpected in the middle of Manhattan.  She brought cookies? Oh my god. “You can literally move in now if you made these yourself.” He more than happily took a cookie and let Cosette inside.

The place has been mostly put together in the last few hours, though music sheets still decorate most of the room. Cat was watching her from his usual perch on Grantaire’s keyboard, but he’d already warned her about him in their emails. "So uhm, yeah, this is the apartment. I sort of keep weird hours, but I can mostly limit the practice to usual  waking human hours. By the way, I have no idea what I’m doing. But your cookies are amazing, please stay.”

There were a few things that stood out to Cosette, and they were, in order:

                    1. Her possible roommate seemed sweet.                     2. Her possible roommate was adorable.                     3. There was a cat, just like the emails had said. Possibly dangerous.

Beyond that, the apartment was perfect: not so huge that she would lose her way, or have a difficult time adjusting, but still big enough that she'd have privacy when she needed it. It was close enough to the school, but still far enough that some exploration would be required.

She'd meant to say something like, Right, well, what kind of rules should we set, regarding things like splitting bills and the like? but when her lips parted and she spoke, it was something more along the lines of, "This is perfect; when can I move in?" that fell out of her mouth. She'd planned on being stern, on establishing herself as a force... but for the love of god, is that even possible when one shows up to an apartment bearing cookies?

Laughing, Cosette turned her attention back to Grantaire. "I'm with you on that," she reported, shrugging one shoulder. "I've lived with my father my whole life; I'm not quite sure I know how to live with anyone else. But I'll do my best. And yes, I made these myself. Could I    ?" She gestured to the cat watching them, already inching towards him. "I really love cats. I am really good with cats. And children. But there aren't children here."

In someone else, this would be rambling; in Cosette, it was conversation. She could be friendly to a fault; she knew that. Which, of course, could be a contributing factor, if she did end up getting axe murdered.

"Right, so, tell me more about yourself? Show me around the apartment?" Already, she was reaching for the cat, palm turned up in offering as if to beg the cat to like her.

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same old empty feeling in your heart

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good morning, cupcakes, how are you???

first off, everybody's been really, really nice, and it's absolutely wonderful to come onto this blog and see that much sheer kindness, so, thanks for being absolutely wonderful, you dolls.

second, i'm working today, and packing and driving back to school tomorrow, so if i owe you replies, i will be doing them tomorrow night/monday during the day (and as of right now i know i owe granxaire, wedontneednorevolution, and xnjolras).

have a beautiful day, lovelies!

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Les Misérables +Pacific Rim

"Please excuse him. He’s a Kaiju groupie. He loves them."              "I don’t love them, okay? I paint them."

It shocked no one when the Academy Triumvirate — Enjolras, Combeferre, &Courfeyrac — tested as drift compatible. Part of the Mark-4 program, Crimson Reliant was practically unstoppable, a name that everyone had come to know, especially Grantaire. With zero motivation to be a Ranger and a rather fierce hatred of mathematics, Grantaire applied his fascination with Jaegers, and their teams, to a different field: art. To most he’s considered a Kaiju groupie, but that’s an inaccuracy. Kaijus just make better artwork. He makes his money off tattooing groupies and whoever else, but his real passion is defacing the Coastal Wall with Kaiju graffiti, a rebellion against the idiocy of the wall that regularly gets him arrested. Not like anyone will believe he’s done it in support of the pilots, no, to them it’s just an insult. One that Enjolras won’t take lightly.

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“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

               You CAUGHT him, but there’s no way            he’s ever going to confess to that. Instead,            Enjolras maintains a guileless expression as            he extracts yesterday’s leftovers from the            fridge. He could heat it up but that’s akin to            asking for a visit from the fire department so            Enjolras just rummages for a fork.

              Catching her eye though, gives up his           game no matter how much he tries to hide a           smile behind the tupperware. He shakes his           head but goes—

“What am I, an indentured servant? Don’t answer           that. Nah, no I don’t. But I’m still not going to           just reach things for you. Let’s negotiate.”

             His grin is almost shark-like if not for the           way he has a little bit of pepper at the corner           of his mouth.  

It's either a fierce love for her brother      or Catholicism       that makes Cosette stand and hold her hand out expectantly for the tupperware container of leftovers. Enjolras shouldn't ever be allowed near an oven but she's not Enjolras, thank God, which means that she doesn't set things on fire.

     "If you reach things for me, I... won't cry until you do. I'm a good       crier, Enjolras. Do you really want to risk that? I'd even find an       appropriate Taylor Swift song to sing while crying. You are the       worst, you know that?" L I A R ; she adores him. "You don't do       anything like a proper brother should. You don't carry me any-       where, you don't reach things for me... what's the point?"

The book lays forgotten in her lap, remembered only to be deposited on the coffee table so she can go and heat up Enjolras' food, like the good sister she is. She barely resists sticking her tongue out at him like a seven-year- old. "Want to proofread something for me, then? I caved. Wrote about Saint Perpetua for my Imperial Rome paper. And I summoned my best Enjolras to do it. I argued that she was a political radical in her martyrdom. You should be proud."

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                                     ABOUT THE MUSE.

[ General appearance. ]

Name:  Cosette Fauchelevent Age: Verse dependent Date of Birth: 26 May Zodiac: Gemini Gender: Cisgirl Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Black Height: 5’2” Scars: A scar across her left palm from a childhood accident with crafts and an Exacto knife.

[ Have you… ]

Had sex: Yes. Had sex in public: Yes. Gotten pregnant: Yes. (Eventually.) Kissed a boy: Yes. Kissed a girl: Yes. Gotten tattoos: Yes. Smoke or drank: Yes. Had a broken heart: No. Been in love: Yes. Needed surgery: Yes. Stayed up for more than 24 hours: No.

[ Are you… ]

A virgin: No. A cuddler: Yes. A kisser: Yes. Scared easily: Depends. Jealous easily: No. Trustworthy: Yes. Dominant: Yes. Submissive: On occasion. In love: Verse dependent. Single: Verse dependent (atm, yes.) In a relationship: Verse dependent. Considered mean: No.

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She very nearly knocks the other woman over, which is, quite frankly, not the worst thing that she's done today. At least this time she's just knocking into one person and not four.

                                   Mondays.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm the worst, are you alright?" She pauses, looks at the woman. A beat, and then she simply swallows, smiles.

                                                                                   For a second there,                                                                     she'd looked F A M I L I A R.

"Right, yes, are you okay? I'm so sorry."

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"You know, I'm convinced you put things on  the top shelves just because you know that  I can't reach."

     Cosette's lips are turned up in amusement, even      as her tone is accusatory. Setting her book down      in her lap, she watches him curiously before she      speaks, turning to face him and give him her full      attention.

"No plans to save the world today? Does this  mean I can make you reach things for me?"

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She knocks four times on the door, swallowing her nervousness and rocking back on her heels. This could be a terrible idea. Don't they make horror movies about girls who answer ads online for a roommate? But she can't afford to live here alone, and frankly, it's beyond financial. Go ahead, say it: Cosette Fauchelevent doesn't want to live A L O N E.

     Which is why she's here. Knocking on an unfamiliar door, which might      someday be her door, if things work out the way she'd like. And she's      a smart girl, she is. She took a self-defense class once and yeah, she      was declared too small to do that much damage, but she's clever and      brave and also slightly reckless in a way that makes her father cringe      and pray that she doesn't accidentally find herself axe-murdered.

     Or acting out the plot of a horror movie.

But she stays where she is, waiting cheerfully for the door to open, and when it does she thrusts her hand out to shake. "Hi. I'm Cosette. I emailed you about the ad you posted? For a roommate?" Next is a small tupperware container, held in her other hand, an offering. Don't axe murder me. I'm a nice girl. "Chocolate chip." Please let me live here.

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"You're one hell of a speaker, you know?"

          Bright eyes meet some of the most striking           that Cosette has ever seen, but she's fairly           certain that her awe is a side effect of what           she'd heard before.

                        C O N V I C T I O N.                         P A S S I O N.

           She's never been an apathetic sort of girl but            even if she had, she'd be convinced after that            display. And it's only her first time sitting in.

"I'd heard you were something else but I'd  never guessed you'd be like that. That was  incredible." She extends a hand, lips curl  in a smile, and she shakes her hair back.

"Cosette. Pleasure to meet you. You really  are something else."