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[solo_patria]

[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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[jondrette]

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.]

[solo_patria]

[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.

[jondrette]

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.

[solo_patria]

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.

[jondrette]

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

[solo_patria]

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.

[jondrette]

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.

[solo_patria]

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.

[jondrette]

[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.

[solo_patria]

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.

[jondrette]

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.]

[solo_patria]

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.

[jondrette]

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.

[solo_patria]

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.

[jondrette]

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.

[solo_patria]

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.

[jondrette]

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.

[solo_patria]

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.

[jondrette]

You, Enjolras, become more and more interesting the more I speak with you. And far wiser than I ever would have thought before.

[solo_patria]

Thank you for that, Eponine.

[Really, she should be telling Combeferre, who helped impart a good deal of this in him.]

I will do my best to continue that.

[jondrette]

You are most welcome, Enjolras.

[She frowns for a moment.] It is so strange to call you Enjolras whilst I call Combeferre by his first name. But I shall call you whatever you wish.

[And maybe one day, Marius would get tired of her calling him m'sieur Marius and just let her call him Marius.]

[solo_patria]

Well, my first is, rather awkward in context, actually. The Guard called me Apollo, among themselves, shortly before I was shot.

[Well, that and his name smacks of pretention as well.]

My given name is Apollon, and so..

[he shrugs]

I tend to use it even less than I did in life, now. It hardly ever applied at any rate.

[jondrette]

Apollon. [She smiles softly.] It fits you. You are handsome and noble.

Do you know who Éponine is? Before the woman from Gaul?

I am no goddess. And you are not a god. But you are as good as one.

[solo_patria]

[Enjolras shrugs that off for the most part, uncertain of how it quite applies to him. If he WERE more like Apollo, then perhaps he could have brought the light forth sooner. As it was, he only did what he could, for the most part, found it not entirely enough, but did his best. That will have to suit them now.]

I do indeed.

[His half smile is back in place there.]

And no, we are not such things, nor I think should we attempt to be. But we are people, and we can be good ones, and before you say a thing, I see that you are here, and that, I think, is where the matter truly lies.

I am not certain I believe in any gods so much as it is, but there is a power in men all our own that belongs to us, and we can exercise. I think it is that basic goodness most of all.

[jondrette]

Then you should know... Enjolras, I am not a good woman. I am nothing short of a devil, and you should not think otherwise of me. Everyone here seems to find me sweet and kind. I have hardly been that unless there is something else I wish for.