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The Mistletoe Debacle “That’s not right! Move it over here. No, over HERE!”
Eponine Urjuzah Day 9Once upon a time there lived a desolate girl
A muffled splashHow strange the days and months fly
Asexuals out there making allosexuals miserable„Grantaire, would you come over please?“
It Happened One NightEponine Thenardier found herself huddled under a bridge for the night, she didn't wish to face her father that night and decided to tough out the rain under the bridge. Soon her eyelids grew heavy and sleep was upon her as the sound of the rain lulled her to sleep, but not even five minutes later she received a rude awakening.
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The Mistletoe Debacle
“That’s not right! Move it over here. No, over HERE!”
Eponine cringed as her father shouted orders to the staff. She ducked her head and continued to untangle the knots of lights. Maybe she would go unnoticed for just a moment longer. It was rare when the Thenardiers did anything for other people, so she just enjoyed the Christmas preparations.
The Thenardier family owned a rather large hotel and they had been talked into throwing a party for the upcoming holiday. The mayor of the town thought the old hotel would be a great site to host the event, but Mr. Thenardier had balked at the suggestion of a party open to the public. It was always about money, Eponine thought sadly. It had been Madam Thenardier who had found the middle ground: a cash bar and payment in advance if the guests wanted dinner. Charity was a thing unheard of in this family.
Of course Eponine had been enc
Eponine Urjuzah Day 9
Once upon a time there lived a desolate girl
Without a soul in the world to go to for love
There was just one boy to who she endeared herself
But alas, she was not the girl that he dreamed of
This love triangle was tearing her to pieces
But how could she show him her feelings weren’t a lie?
She followed him to the barricades in disguise
She took a shot meant for him and in his arms died
She asked him for just one kiss after she passed away
He obliged her wish though she never felt his kiss
He survived the fighting and went back to his love
But at least Eponine got one moment of bliss
A muffled splash
How strange the days and months fly
Without the routine changes at all
How strange can the word "die"
Hold the routine in thrall
How this room with a single office
Can make one cold and shivery
How this air as chilling as ice
Was once warm as an eau-de-vie
And this absence is just as bitter
As the water of the Seine river
Where the pier's wall so abrupt
Hides a gendarme too corrupt
One guardsman of the City of Light
Was plunged into an endless night
Since he found a hat on a bridge
And a baton broken on a ridge
And in the night that claimed him so
The gendarme felt what he should know
Was to join his master
To live in a doubtful peace ever after
Nothing has really changed at all
For from all tragedies to befall
Suicides are the most violent
As much as the most silent
Asexuals out there making allosexuals miserable
„Grantaire, would you come over please?“
Coming into their living room, Grantaire saw Enjolras sitting on the floor, laptop on his knees.
„Here I am, what's up, Apollo?“
Enjolras looked up from the screen, his mouth only a tight line.
Grantaire quickly went through everything he could have done wrong in the past five minutes, when Enjolras started to speak: “Am I destroying your confidence?”
Grantaire blinked a few times, processing what his boyfriend had said.
“Well Apollo, I guess this depends on the situation, you can be quite confidence-destroying sometimes, can you elaborate?”
“Am I destroying your confidence by not having sex with you?”
Another few seconds of processing his boyfriend's question, then Grantaire tried to snatch the laptop away from him.
“What did some ten year old on the internet say this time?”
Enjolras, holding the laptop of of Grantaire's reach, had difficulties keeping his voice calm.
Drink With Me
“You look like you could use a drink.”
Eponine looked up from where she was sitting. Her back was pressed against the wall and her arms were wrapped around her drawn up knees. She was at the barricade, determined to be with Marius if he was determined to die.
“I bet you say that to everyone,” Eponine replied.
Grantaire nodded in agreement. “Touché. But you do.”
“Don’t we all?” She pulled her hat down lower.
Grantaire cocked his head. “I don’t think I know you.”
“I’m no one important,” she whispered. “Just a girl in love with a boy I can’t have.”
Grantaire took a swig from the bottle and held it out. Eponine took the offered gift and took a deep drink.
Dreams Come in Threes Chapter 2
Chapter 2-Look Down
It was dark. My head was spinning. I felt like I was falling into a silky abyss of nothingness.
"Adi? Adi! Wake up!" I heard a voice calling out to me. I let my heavy eyelids slowly flutter open, only to see a hazy image of Alex and Darian.
"Huh?" I asked. I slowly sat up, only to awake a throbbing pain in my skull. Biting my lip to keep from crying out, I simply eased into a sitting position and looked around. It seemed as though we were in a huge prison cell. It smelled musky and was full of melancholy-looking prisoners. Most were still asleep, but others were beginning to awake. I looked to my right to see a sleep-deprived Alex and bubbly Darian. What surprised me most were their appearances. Both were wearing torn up work shirts and trousers, thick old boots, and chains on their wrists and ankles. Their faces were grimy and dirt covered, scratched and bruised, and sporting concerned frowns.
"You ok?" Alex asked politely, leaning in toward me. I blushed at the cl
Les Mis - The Son I Might Have Known Meketaten 34 13
It Happened One Night
Eponine Thenardier found herself huddled under a bridge for the night, she didn't wish to face her father that night and decided to tough out the rain under the bridge. Soon her eyelids grew heavy and sleep was upon her as the sound of the rain lulled her to sleep, but not even five minutes later she received a rude awakening.
"'Ey watcha' doin' 'ere?" A girl stood above her, she looked similar to Éponine, but this girl looked even more pitiful than she, if that was even possible. Like Éponine, she had long, matted, brown hair, the chemise she wore barely hung on her thin shoulders, string was tied around her stick thin waist and in her hair. Her voice was as gruff as a sailors and she looked more like a ghost than a human, it truly was an awful sight to behold.
Not that Eponine was much better off herself, like the other girl she she was thin from lack of food and her hair unkempt. Her clothing consisted of just a chemise and skirt, but she did have a coat she nick