thatthenardierkid

[thatthenardierkid]

//Okay, I'm really really sorry I haven't been around for ages. I've been so busy and I'm going through some stuff right now. I'll try and get to replies in the next few days, but I think I'm going to put this blog on semi-hiatus. I'll come back, I promise. But.. I think it'd be for the best right now.

[thatthenardierkid]

Far back. The words still sounded odd to her, yet Eponine was inclined to believe the woman. How else did she have all the fancy gadgets? She must've been from the future, and the gamine was quite wary of her.

The question caught her off guard and she stumbled on her words slightly. "Help? Well, uh.. oui. If y' want."

Eponine looked at the buttons, wondering how on earth is worked. Surely there must have been thousands of codes. How on earth did anybody remember them? “So, how would I be able t’ reach m’ sister?” she asked, deciding to hand it back to the woman before she managed to break it or something.

[thatthenardierkid]

"Poetry is makin' everythin' sound nice when everythin' is actually fallin' apart," she corrected, with a scowl. Eponine didn't understand why she was being so defensive about it. It wasn't as if she'd read poetry before.

"Poetry? Ain’t that all fancy words and rhymin’ stuff? Why’d y’ enjoy that?" she asked, with a raised eyebrow.

[thatthenardierkid]

"Alright, thanks. Nothin' out o' the ordinary," she shrugged, glancing at the other. "Y'self?"

Missesmiz:

"Bonjour, stranger!"

[thatthenardierkid]

"Sounds amazin', don't it? Too bad y' need a certain amount o' luck. Luck that I don't 'ave." With that, she followed his gaze over to the distance. "Reckon you'll work t' get there?"

ravenlockedmischief:

"We lie and cheat and thieve," she stated, with a nod. “It’s all we can do, ain’t it? But when they find out, we get sent t’ prison and told it’s our fault we’re starvin’. It ain’t fair at all, is it, monsieur?"

[thatthenardierkid]

Her eyes flickered as she saw the flame, and her lips parted slightly in awe. "That.. that don't mean y' are a god though," she muttered, although it was really for her own reassurance. She didn't know what to believe.

"T’ see? Go on then, show me," she dared, suddenly curious. She smirked and folded her arms. “Surprise me."

[thatthenardierkid]

Eponine imagined a story about her life and wondered who would be bored enough to read it. Not a lot had happened to her, granted she'd been at the barricades and was now in Italy. However, she knew that nobody who was literate would care to read her tales.

As Sam got up off of the floor, she still giggled, then mock-pouted. "I didn't say I didn't like the Amis," she pointed out. "Just men in general. And they seemed to be men, unless I were mistaken." Flashing a grin, she raised an eyebrow. Of course, she was joking. To a degree. She didn't hate all men, that was dramatic, but up until recently, that had been her outlook on life.

She shrieked as she was tickled, trying to push him away. "Stop it! Let go!" she yelled, struggling to get out of his grasp, although she was laughing too. Eponine hated being tickled; Hated the feeling of being so vulnerable.

"Be in m’ own book? Who’d read that?" Eponine asked, scoffing and then flashing a grin. To her, her own life wasn’t one to be talked about. It hadn’t been great up that point and she didn’t want people to pity her. She’d rather people hated her than pitied her.

The girl’s eyes widened as he pulled her up onto the bed. For a moment, she jumped a little, then started jumping like she did when she was a kid. All of her childhood nostalgia came flooding back and she let out a delighted laugh. “I ain’t done this in years!"

However, as Sam fell, Eponine collapsed onto the bed, her head leaning over the side. “I could help you," she mused, her hair falling down into her face. “But do I feel like it?" His own laugh was contagious and she couldn’t suppress the giggles that escaped.

[thatthenardierkid]

Scarlet-opinions:

Ask-le-petit-poete:

Allysonconrade:

"Bonjour," she nodded, eyeing the people with intent. She wondered how much they were carrying on them.

[thatthenardierkid]

As the student described the places of inspiration, Eponine looked around them again, imagining a beautiful town full of little houses that were clean and respectable. She wondered if maybe the student saw beauty in her little hometown, but then realised that there was no beauty to be seen here.

"Y' have a very strange view o' this place," she replied, turning to look back at him. "I don't know whether y' are insane or genius. But I don't understand what y' mean. This place ain't beautiful and neither are the people. Bruises and cuts ain't beautiful, and neither is feelin'."

Eponine nodded softly, wondering why his mood changed suddenly. But it wasn’t much to be concerned about, she decided. “Nice places everywhere? Doubt that, Monsieur. Maybe where you live." She looked at the streets around them. “It ain’t bad sometimes though."

[thatthenardierkid]

"I ain't never 'eard of 'em. And I don't think y' understand that I ain't stupid. M' Pa used t' read me fairytales when I was a kid. They're in books."

Eponine had no idea what the girl was saying. She merely stared at her for a moment, and then shook her head. “I don’t understand. What are y’ sayin’?”

[thatthenardierkid]

Eponine still couldn't place the man's emotion by his expression, and tilted her head. One dark eyebrow raised, she wondered if maybe she should change the subject. But he'd seemed so keen to talk of Monsieur Marius with her before. And there was nobody whom she could talk to so openly about him with.

"Politics are a big subject 'round 'ere, ain't they? With the uprisin' and everythin'. Bit of a mad town sometimes." She chuckled and then paused, looking up at the man with bright eyes. "Oui, if y' want. I ain't fussed what we talk 'bout, Monsieur."

There was guilt in the man’s expression, an emotion that grew and grew as the gamine continued to speak.  This was all of his fears coming true at once.  Sending Marius away was something he had done for the boy’s own good, and if he wasn’t even happy with his grandfather, then those years of sacrifice, those lonely hours when Georges had wondered why he even continued to live at all, had been for nothing.  Her last question merely drove the point home, twisting the knife that was already lodged in his gut.  Yes, Georges should know about this.  But he didn’t, and his own son, who comprised the entirety of his world, was a mystery to him. 

Sadness and weariness transformed his face, making him look older as he shook his head in response to Eponine’s question. 

“No…Marius and I…we’ve not been in contact for some time,” he admitted quietly. 

[thatthenardierkid]

"T' see? Go on then, show me," she dared, suddenly curious. She smirked and folded her arms. "Surprise me."

A god. So he was one of those arrogant ones. “A god, eh? Right. I’m Eponine, not that I see why y’ need t’ know that."

[thatthenardierkid]

After Eponine had bustled across the streets of Paris, handing out the money, she ran back to where she had planned to meet him. She looked around and huffed, wondering where he was.

masterofarchery:

“Fine, but I’m countin’ on it,” she huffed, with a raised eyebrow. “Will I be seein’ y’ after I deliver it then?”

[thatthenardierkid]

"Be in m' own book? Who'd read that?" Eponine asked, scoffing and then flashing a grin. To her, her own life wasn't one to be talked about. It hadn't been great up that point and she didn't want people to pity her. She'd rather people hated her than pitied her.

The girl's eyes widened as he pulled her up onto the bed. For a moment, she jumped a little, then started jumping like she did when she was a kid. All of her childhood nostalgia came flooding back and she let out a delighted laugh. "I ain't done this in years!"

However, as Sam fell, Eponine collapsed onto the bed, her head leaning over the side. "I could help you," she mused, her hair falling down into her face. "But do I feel like it?" His own laugh was contagious and she couldn't suppress the giggles that escaped.

"Bein’ on the same level as your books is an honour, Monsieur," she joked, chuckling slightly. Still, she knew how far they really had come. Eponine didn’t expect to be here now, not at that hello. It was just a simple gesture that had started so much.

Glancing around the library, Eponine breathed out. She had never encountered a library before, or indeed that many books. She wondered if one day she’d be able to read them all. It’d probably take her months to just get through one. “Have you read any before?" she asked, looking towards Sam. “The books here, I mean?"

However, as she walked into the bedroom, she grinned. It was far more beautiful in her eyes, as she knew it was a room for her. For Sam too, but just a place she could relax. She sat down on the bed, bouncing slightly and looked towards the window. “It’s beautiful."

[thatthenardierkid]

"Poetry? Ain't that all fancy words and rhymin' stuff? Why'd y' enjoy that?" she asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Hm, thought as much," she shrugged, with a smirk. “Still I ain’t goin’ t’ take anythin’ from y’. You’re a student, ain’t y’?"

[thatthenardierkid]

//So sorry I haven't been around much lately. Getting prepped for Uni and also been quite sick. I'm also making a cosplay from scratch which is taking up time. My replies won't be very consistent. But I shall try to reply every day, or every couple of days. I shall start tomorrow as I am quite busy right now :P

[thatthenardierkid]

Wineandcynicism:

Guiding-ferre:

Eponine entered the Musain, glancing around in vain for the one person she wanted to see. Tapping a stranger on the shoulder, she hissed towards them. "Y' seen Monsieur Marius Pontmercy 'round here?"