Eponine Thénardier (
rudderless) wrote2013-11-04 06:24 am
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OOM: The Unheard And Unsaid
It's dark here.
Darker than she can remember, even in the blackest of winter.
In the distance there's the scent of cordite, the glow of a torch.
But not here.
She is still as a Bastille Day statue, contemplating him.
Darker than she can remember, even in the blackest of winter.
In the distance there's the scent of cordite, the glow of a torch.
But not here.
She is still as a Bastille Day statue, contemplating him.
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"Think?" He looks at her. "You don't think so any more?"
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"And you did. Oh, 'Ponine, you did."
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"Cosette?" He shrugs. "Maybe, if the circumstances were right. But not the same way."
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He steps forward to take her hand.
"Not the way you wanted."
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"Could've happened. If he hadn't seen her, if he'd never gone back to his rich folks..."
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It's always been clear to her. Even more so now, with so many rich, bright things possible.
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"He didn't", Gavroche says quietly, meeting her eyes. "But he did care."
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"You've got a new chance now, y'know."
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"I know. The kind you grab with both hands, 'cause you only get it once."
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She goes translucent before his eyes.
"Disappear."
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"Eponine!" He scrambles for her hand, but his own passes straight through it.
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"Only one more time, Gav. Don't fail me."
And she's gone.