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[Hello, Turtle. Here is an Enjolras who looks a bit embarrassed that he's even started this late night/very early morning post, but well. The question he wants to ask IS actually a valid one, now that he has TIME to ask it, and he finds the current most popular phrases to be incredibly awkward or childish so..The hell with it. People have asked all sorts of questions here, haven't they? He's clearing his throat, flushing a little, then glancing into the vid directly and clearing his throat.]

A question, everyone.

I find that most of the current terms for one's...romantic friend...but more than such are either juvenile or not quite accurate. 'Boyfriend' for example, makes us sound as if we were children, 'Partner' has several connotations that do not immediately state the obvious and 'Lover' sounds particularly awkward.

[And well, they have not quite gotten to the lovers stage yet. Enjolras is hardly ready for it and still accustoming himself to the kissing and cuddling things that he never let himself seek out in life.]

When others here speak of the other piece of their soul as he is to me...what terms seem to work best for you?

[He will deny this video happened later. He really will. He just...really wishes to know and can't sleep so...here it is. Have fun with it?]

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I suggest that anything is possible here, at least. I would not put it above all else and forget to find a life for yourself, Eponine, but there are many people from many worlds here.

Marius is...

[He hesitates, not sure of what to say of him. He can understand that for Marius there is only his Cosette, and he knows perfectly well that Marius's social skills are about as lacking as his own are most days. ]

Well, he is not for you, perhaps, but that is not to say you may not find someone who you'll love here ever</>. I hardly know you yet. It's true. But you are brave, you are intelligent, and many would appreciate such qualities in anyone. Do not give up on yourself and your capacities so easily as that.

Ah, then you know. [She supposed, in terms of her adoration, she was not the most subtle about her feelings towards Marius. Except, he seemed unable to grasp it himself. Even after she confessed her love to him with her dying breath. Bravo, Marius. You win at life.]

I am not beautiful, I am not rich. I am a cruel girl, dirty and tarnished. No one could love a girl such as me.

I only want him. He is so bright in this dark world I live in. Kind and caring- he payed my family's rent once, did you know that? He had not even known me, and he payed our rent!- and he granted my dying wish. He was always soft. I wish still for his face to light up when he speaks about me, the way it does for the lark. The things I would do- have done- if only to get him to look at me, to notice me. [She laughs again, taking yet another sip of wine.] But now I have his friendship. I can be content.

Rather, I surmised. You died with him, you spoke of him here, almost from the start. I am not so preoccupied now with matters of the insurrection so as not to notice some things now. Marius though...

[Hell with it, he may as well come out and say it.]

Marius and I are more like each other than I would care to admit most times. He does the same thing I did with the insurrection, I would think, he manages to block all else out. It is not a fault in you that this happens at all.

Of course he has his good intentions, and of course he is kind but he can be, like I am, spectacularly ignorant of many things. I think loving someone like that could kill...

[And he's stopping there, then snorting, at the irony of THAT.]

Well, I know well that there must be frustrations with it, like the ones I know I cause. Surely there are other possibilities out there who would not hurt you quite so easily or so ignorantly. I would simply say to look to those if you are ever able.

It did kill me.

[She mutters the words, dark and bitter. She had elected suicide because he did not love her. Because she would never have him, and it was the easiest way out of a life she would never otherwise escape. A gunshot wound was quick. Starving to death, or lying beaten in a gutter? That was slow and painful and she had already been dying of such for so long.]

So you understand then, too, how it is to love a man like that. I was- I was with another, I suppose you could say I was his, though I did not consider him mine, but I did not love him. I cared for the pleasure he brought me, the excitement. He was the man I was with when I was arrested. [She chuckles. Montparnasse had escaped then, but Javert had been able to arrest her.] So perhaps there are. But the heart wants what it does. We cannot control it.

Yes...it quite did, didn't it? My apologies. I did not think before that slipped out. And I cannot understand, but I can see from what you say.

And that makes sense, to me, that it would happen, a realationship based more on the...other aspects. I think you would not be the first.

But yes, the heart is certainly stubborn at times. I think that we can balance it though, with the mind, and reason.

I appreciate that, Enjolras. You have a humility I would not have expected, witnessing you lead the barricade.

No, I do not believe I am, either. My body is my own for the first time, but my heart will always belong to Marius. I do not think he remembers I told him this... [Her voice and face harden for a moment as she leans towards the monitor, her jaw set.] if you tell him this I shall make you a very unhappy man, m'sieur.

I have no reason.

Do I so? I suppose that there are...

[Enjolras pauses, considering how best he might phrase this. ]

A baricade calls for certain actions, resolution that would be out of place elsewhere, and in the heart of other matters. I acted as I must act there, with very few regrets but I did lose some humility there I think.

[Backing up the things that you believe in is a necessary thing, and Enjolras did not enjoy it in most cases, save that it furthered the cause of righteousness, but now that he is past it, and can simply be himself, without the barricade, and the stern force needed there at all tmes, he IS finding humility again, the sort that back at home, he would have found with perhaps les amis alone. That she has noticed it too is perhaps telling.]

The influence of my friends here, and having left the barricade back there, I suppose. The causes here are different and they require different means, and actions. I do find it both difficult, but easier, to learn my way around something else.

I can hardly speak of that either. It is yours to tell him or any other, and not mine, the same as everything else. I would not take the right to guard it from you, Eponine.

I understand. [She's had her moments, too, where she loses herself. She can hardly remember what they are like until they are over, and she has vague recollections of yelling and screaming or getting violent. She becomes a girl that, even more so, is hardly recognizable as the girl from Montfermeil.

But no one here knows her as that girl. Only Gavroche, but he was so young at the time, she doubted he remembered.]

Good. There are those that would, that find any secrets are theirs to tell, if it got them further long. [And she was one of them.]

[And it is true, yes, thinking of it in those terms. The Enjolras of the barricade is not, entirely the Enjolras before Eponine on the screen now. There is the fact of what he had to do of course, how taking a role of much more leadership has changed him, how necessity made him an executioner, fit to be judged, the things that have come to him here to change his views.

That Eponine can understand what he has left behind is helpful and perhaps, good for him in the end. He is nodding now, solemn, for the moment.]

So there are. And here it does not do one good to deal in many secrets. Enough are kept from us, I think.

They are. [She had more than her fair share of secrets. Marius, after all, did not know that her family had been the ones to raise Cosette. If he even knew of Cosette's tragic upbringing at all...]

But secrets can be more valuable than money, Enjolras. Surely you must have realized that.

I suppose some can. Those of state, for one.

[Javert had tried to learn their secrets after all, to be used against them, he recalls as he nods.

I do quite see your point. Well, this one I will hold as having the value it deserves.

Then do not sell it. I am... I do not trust easily, Enjolras.

Nor do I, in general. That is why I shall guard it as having the value that it does. Perhaps I may prove my worthiness to keep that trust through this.

Perhaps. [She sobers for a moment.]

I am warning you. I may be small, but I have fight in me yet and I will not take betrayal lightly. Not the likes of that which I have told you. I shall make you regret it. And you will live to know it.

One can see that of course, by speaking with you for a moment, that you have that fight in you still. And betrayal is one of the worst of all things men may do to their friends. I have little doubt you could, and would. Which is why I would not dream of it.

[She has to smile at that. If there was ever any sort of doubt that she was every bit a Thénardier, she was always sure to remove said doubt.]

Good. I like you more all the time, Enjolras.

Why thank you, Eponine. [he's glad to hear such things, really. And, we shall add, a little relieved.] <\small> That is much better than the alternative.

Is not most everything?

No, I consider you a dear friend now. Of course, I have not had much friends. But I am glad to have you, m'sieur Enjolras. [She smiles at him. Part of her is still incredibly unsure how to act around him. As such, she will continue to do whatever appeases her at the moment.]

And I have had friends, but very few, and never a young woman among them. Not that it should matter of course, but socially, at home...

[It simply is the way things were. But now that they may be changed, he sees the benefit, and well, it has been good for him, he knows. He only hopes that Eponine might feel the same with them.]

Well, I am glad I can know you here, where life is better. You have given me much to think about, and much to learn. I do enjoy your company.

You had appearances to keep up. I understand. I never got along well with other women. My company was mostly kept by men.

If you had known me before, we would not be friends. Likely, you would have met me only if I had wanted something from you. [She smiles carefully.] I enjoy yours, as well. I'm glad I can provide someone as educated as you with things to think and learn.

We did, at that. A shame we had to do such, when you are among the people yourself. A perspective such as yours would have been valued.

[Feuilly brought them much, but even so, Eponine's perspective as a woman would have been different, and she was even a few tiers below him, so... Not that Enjolras wishes to discount Eponine as merely a representative of the lowest classes of course. It is simply what comes to mind as far as those things go. Because he cannot think of a better, more tactful way to say that, he keeps his mouth shut on the point.]

But no, I think you are right. The divide was too sharp for any of that. The new republic was meant to make us equal but we had hardly reached that point just yet. It's good to know things have changed here.

Careful, I do not believe you want me to think that I am only some token character in your revolution. There is more to me than my poverty and sex.

[She was giving him a hard time. Mostly. But she would not be Enjolras' new ~~Poor Polish Batman~~ Feuilly.]

These things do not happen overnight, Enjolras.

And well we might have turned you into one, unknowing, then.

But no, there is your mind, there are your thoughts,the other parts of you you've shared.

[~~Feuilly was not his poor polish anything. He could very well be batman though.~~ He is nodding seriously as she speaks though.]

Sometimes I think I started with the tendency to that. Objectifying anyone does not end well. It is something I am working on.

I do not doubt this.

[~~But he's poor, Polish, and both his parents are dead. Poor Polish Batman.~~]

Good. I am my own person, Enjolras. I will not fail to let you know that. I speak my mind when I wish. Perhaps I am impolite and strange. But I am me.

And I would rather you were you than any other. I need to be around people who will not stop speaking their minds, or telling me I am in error.

[~~Okay, so there are similarities. And he's sure as hell not poor Polish Green Arrow.~~]

I would not live in ignorance if that may be helped, after all. There is no changing the world by forcing just the way I see it on to someone.

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