Eponine Thénardier (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rudderless) wrote2013-11-04 06:24 am
rudderless) wrote2013-11-04 06:24 am
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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"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.