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THIS BLOG IS ARCHIVED

I’ve moved to a multi-muse @camaradcrie! 

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I’ve moved to a multi-muse @camaradcrie! 

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It was a lie to say that Valjean did not often have nightmares.

In the bagne, on parole, in the bishop’s house, in Montreuil — every night, the lash was felt upon his back. When he had taken in Cosette, he had nearly forced himself to stop having them. She had her own bad dreams, and he was her father now, and he would take care of her at any cost to himself.

Cosette was grown now. If she still had nightmares, she did not tell him. His had returned in full force, and he did not tell her in the same way.

Tonight, he felt the worst whipping he had had in a long time. He had fallen asleep in his chair, window propped open, book open upon his lap. He almost looked peaceful— until a scream of “I am just a tree pruner from Faverolles” was heard, nearly resounding throughout the neighborhood.

She’d been curled up under the blankets, having trouble nodding off while her mind ran wild. Her father and mother were probably still in prison, she knew. She didn’t fear either of them but she did miss her mother from time to time. Azelma she had no idea about, they’d lost track of each other in the large city. 

The shouting made her sit up just slightly and then glance across the room to where Cosette lay still peacefully asleep. Lingering a moment, she wondered if the girl would wake up to check on him. It wasn’t like Éponine was his beloved daughter, after all. Since she hadn’t, the gamine sighed and got out of the bed, wearing nothing but her thin nightdress. Quiet as a ghost, she walked through the property to reach the separate building that the charitable criminal, or so she thought of him, slept. 

“M'sieur? You’re going to get the cognes called like that.” She said as she slowly pushed open the door. “I could hear you clearly from my bed do you think the neighbors would too in that case?” She walked a few steps toward the chair but stayed out of reach, lest he woke up swinging his arms around. 

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“Not so much if Grantaire invited you.” He shrugged his shoulders a little and turned his focus towards her, his eyes fixed on hers for a moment, before he turned away once again, “Which is very social and different of him to have done, unless he is trying to make someone jealous.” He added looking back at her again.

“Oui? We are all pretty close, that would be why I came to introduce myself to you, standing here alone by the cookies, looking shy of the people here but confident in nature.” He hummed, before adding, “Two sisters? I don’t speak with him often I had no idea.” He shrugged his shoulders a little and picked up a pastry, pulling it apart as he ate it, “Do you go to the University?”

“I don’t think it’s anything like that.” She might be willing to lie about what brought her there but she didn’t mean to make it sound like anything more than a casual invite. Luckily, the subject changed as she finished off the pastry and then washed it down with her glass of wine.

“I’m not shy,” she snorted, shaking her head at the idea that she ever could be, “I was just very focused on your cookies, that’s all.” She took his reaching for a pastry as a queue for her to grab more as well, of course, she knew that wasn’t what it was but it was a good excuse in her books. Nobody would ever use the word polite to describe her but she didn’t necessarily mean to be rude, it was just a rather glaring flaw she had. “I don’t have time for it, I just work at a coffee shop. Do you?”

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He nodded at her question and laughed a little, “I am the host, oui. I have a fairly open door policy as it is so don’t panic about coming to a stranger’s party to take all the sweets.” He snorted and pointed out more pastries to her, “Oh, Bahorel is one of the best people I know for cooking, he gets all his recipes from his mother and they’re all very good.” He hummed absently.

He shook her hand and smiled, “Well, Éponine, you know one more person here now, perhaps by the end of the night you might know three people here.” He shrugged his shoulders and glanced around, “I do know him, he hangs around the group a lot, mm? I don’t think I’ve heard him mention a sister before though.”

She raised her eyebrows and bit her lip with a smirk. Maybe she was being paranoid but it seemed like Jehan didn’t believe a word that came out of her mouth as far as Grantaire inviting her went. Talking about how she didn’t need to panic and she could stay and help herself to sweets didn’t sound like the reassurance a host would make to someone who was supposed to be invited by a friend of his.

“Perhaps, it is a little strange for me to be here, isn’t it?” She watched him, curious to tell if he did know she had crashed his party. “You all seem very close, I didn’t know it’d be this kind of party.” Tilting her chin up a little she shrugged and reached for another pastry. It didn’t surprise her that Gavroche hadn’t mentioned her before, they weren’t much of a family. “He has two, I’m the oldest.”

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“Mm, I suppose not, sticking out by being the only person the host doesn’t know by name is already quite the way to stand out.” He said lightly, sipping from his glass before gesturing for her to follow him further into the room.

“You should try some of these little pastries Bahorel brought” He pointed over to Bahorel in the corner as he mentioned him by name, “and definitely stick around until later, we will be bringing out warmer, less sugary food, Feuilly always makes something good he will be a little late though, he has a shift to finish before he can come over– Basically what I’m saying it you are very welcome here, help yourself to cookies if that’s all you want. My name is Jehan, by the way–” He held out he hand to her with a smile, tipping his head to the side.

In her defense, she hadn’t realized that the party would be a group of tightly knit friends. She’d expected multiple unknown faces, plus ones, something like that which would make her presence less scrutinized. So far she’d managed to remain without being accused of anything but what Jehan just said did sound like he was doubting her.

“Are you the host then?” She asked, following him from behind as she shoved the rest of the second cookie into her mouth whole. She hadn’t finished chewing when she nodded and grabbed a pastry, looking up to see who he was pointing at. She didn’t skip a beat between being finished with chewing the cookie and shoving the pastry in her mouth. “Mm, he makes good sweets too.” She said with her mouth full, although she did have the decency to cover it with her hand.

Swallowing, she grinned and nodded, reaching out to shake his hand. “Thank you, I’m Éponine. You might know my brother, Gavroche?”

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“And yet you got dressed up for the party.” Prouvaire smiled as he gestured to a tray of nearby cookies that looked a little… misshapen, “I made those ones, I promise they taste good I just don’t have any christmas shaped cutters.” He laughed and patted her on the shoulder lightly.

“You were invited to come, oui? Why wouldn’t you be coming to spend time with some friends during the holidays? You don’t have to pretend you don’t find us all incredibly charming.” He added after a moment, a slightly cheerful merriness to his voice as he swirled a glass of wine in his hand absently.

“Well, I’m not intending to stick out by coming in my pajamas.” She rolled her eyes, smirking slightly as she reached for one of the cookies on the tray and took a bite from it. She was starved, she hadn’t eaten since breakfast and this would likely wind up being her dinner. That was fine by her, as strange as the cookies looked they did taste good.

That smirk of hers widened when he asked if she’d been invited. No, she had heard Gavroche mention that his rich old friends were throwing a party, she crashed it. For the cookies. She didn’t know anyone there except by name but she’d spoken first with Grantaire and gone along claiming the drunk had invited her. If he denied it the other’s would likely assume he was too sloshed to recall. It was cunning but she got beer and cookies for dinner out of it.

“Oui, that drunk over there extended the invitation,” she said with a nod towards Grantaire, “I do find you charming for making good cookies though, merci.”

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     “ God will bless you, ” said he, “ you are an angel since you take care of the flowers. ”          “ No, ” she replied. “ I am the DEVIL, but that’s all the same to me. ”

     Independent, selective, mutual-exclusive Éponine Thénardier.                 Please read guidelines before interacting.

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Les miserables aesthetic: Eponine Thenardier

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(she is eponine)

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Some Eponine and Montparnasse, prob on the way back from something unsavory and keepin an eye out for them cops.

(I don’t exactly ship it, but I don’t not ship it, if you know what I mean…) 

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“And during your first time in city, Paris is suppose to be a beautiful city full of fashion and romance– not a place where thieves are waiting around the corner,” Montparnasse replied, a dramatic tinge to his voice before he chuckled softly. “I’m positive that we can find a couple with enough francs to take off of them for both a meal and some brandy.” Alcohol and good food were two of his favorite things to spend money on, only coming second to his love of the latest fashions, so that idea was definitely a great addition for him. “I’m going to keep my name, I can’t think of any better name for myself… Amélie and Montparnasse does have quite the ring to it though. What a beautiful, pity-inducing couple we make.”

A wry smirk spread across her features as she nodded her head. The irony was so wrought, the plan so elaborate and dramatic, she was convinced only Montparnasse and she could have come up with such a scheme. “Tragic!” She agreed with a laugh. They were just coming around onto a street where the garden came into view in the distance. “Now, we should figure where we are from, oui? Not close, if we’re close it won’t be believable that we’ve never been to Paris, especially if we’re supposedly bourgeois, nobody will believe it-- oh! We are on our honeymoon too that’s even more tragic. Still, we need an origin.”

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Eponine: Okay, you know what? You're in Time Out! Get on top of the fridge! Get up there!

Gavroche, climbing on top of the fridge: This house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE!

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Eponine wordboard

“I know a lot of things I do!“

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Grantaire: Ep you're my BBF

Eponine: don't you mean BFF-

Grantaire: my best bitch forever

Eponine:

Grantaire: forever

Eponine: [tears up] awww

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Can we please talk about this poem by Baudelaire dedicated to Hugo?

“These disjointed monsters were women long ago, Eponine or Lais! Monsters, hunch-backed, broken Or distorted, let us love them! they still have souls. Clothed in tattered petticoats and flimsy dresses “

-  translation by William Aggeler

Because holy shit. Eponine.

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