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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 thank you. If it comes up, as I'm sure it will, then it will be mentioned. But I will not seek it out.

[solo_patria]

Of course. That does make sense.

[jondrette]

But we shall see, m'sieur Enjolras.

[solo_patria]

I suppose so at least. At any rate, it will be good to have my friends knowing each other here, I can say that.

[jondrette]

And I cannot disagree with you.
I shall look forward to meeting him.

[solo_patria]

Excellent then. I think you two will likely get on well at any case.

[jondrette]

I hope so. At my best I am prickly.

[solo_patria]

At my best, I am quite the same and thus far, Courfeyrac has tolerated me.

[Enjolras cannot help but grin a little.]

Really, I think it shall be fine.

[jondrette]

I do hope so. It should be a shame for him to be the only one of you that I do not get along with.

[Honey, Jehan is terrified of you.]

[solo_patria]

I think that it would mostly be Grantaire that there might have been a risk with. He could be particularly...Ah... Interesting at times. In ways that bordered on offending people. But the others...it should be quite fine I think.

[Poor Jehan. Well, he'll have to GET used to her eventually. Or something.]

[jondrette]

I believe Grantaire and I would have gotten along quite well. [Alcoholics in love? Who committed Suicide by Barricade? Why wouldn't they?]

[solo_patria]

Do you? Well, perhaps then. He was always the hardest man to understand, but you do seem to understand much.

[In Enjolras's head though? It would take one or two of Grantaire's rants to set her off, or for something that she said to SEND him on one of those rants of offense and then all bets would be off. That said, he's sorry the chance does not seem possible.]

[jondrette]

I do. Pity we have never had the chance. There is nothing to do but to hypothesize.

[Probably. But under that would be an understanding.]

[solo_patria]

It is, quite. It would have been interesting, certainly.

[Interesting. to say the least there, Enjolras.]

[jondrette]

Well there is always hope he will return.

[solo_patria]

Perhaps so at that. There ARE things I would say to him at any rate.

[Not that Enjolras knows EXACTLY what he'd say. But he knows the GIST of them.]

[jondrette]

I am sure you would. We all have things we would say to those that left us.

[She even had things to say to her parents, to Cosette.] Or to those that we are leaving. [Her confessions to Marius, after all, were not forgotten by her, even if he had been the one to forget.]

[solo_patria]

Like those things I would have wished to say to Marius, in those who we are leaving, yes.

[Things that have little to do with what they've fallen into here, though that's confirmed his thoughts on a few of those matters. The man's courage, which he had first seen at the barricades namely, but also the desire to tell him to live the life he wished to, even if it is not one Enjolras would agree with himself. That one, well. Better not to bring it up.]

Some of those things are far better left unsaid here somehow, though others I might manage. But yes, I have other things I would have, should have said.

If I have a major regret in our deaths, it is not letting them know what they meant to me when I had the moments. It is said that people we care for can know, but it would have been best for them to hear it. Well, those who are here know a little now at least, for all the good it does.

[jondrette]

Yes, as we have discussed.

Some things, I agree. If I had- if I had known that I would see m'sieur Marius here, I do not believe I would have told him all I did, in my final minutes. But they are words that have been spoken, and I cannot take them back. I fear he does not remember them, but perhaps it is a blessing in disguise!

[A small smile splays across her face.] You should remind them. I know that if someone had told me how much I meant to them... Perhaps I would have have been so ready to die.

[solo_patria]

Does he not? I will not remind him of them of course, but that is...odd perhaps.

[But then, perhaps not so much. Marius did not have knowledge he'd survived at first, he remembers now, thinking of the raid and how he had needed to convince Marius to continue to be a part of it after he had learned of his survival and...]

But then, he was badly injured, perhaps badly enough so as to wish to block his memories of it entirely. We have hardly spoken of the barricades, him and I. I have had the impression that it is not a good subject so he may avoid it in his mind himself. There are some things like that, but if it is a blessing, let us leave it.

[And he finds himself returning that, and nodding]

Perhaps I should. It's been some time after all.

[jondrette]

[There is only one thing that Enjolras says that Eponine clues into, all other words meaning nothing to her. Her mouth dry, her lower lip trembles for a moment.] He... was only badly injured?

He did not fall, do you mean to say?

[She inhales sharply, not sure what it means, or how, if it's true, to take this information. Perhaps it isn't. Perhaps he died. But if he survived... No. He would not have his Cosette. She had left by then. Eponine had made sure of it.

Her nose stings.]

[solo_patria]

If what he said that he learned here is true at least he managed, after quite some time to make a recovery. That is most of what I've heard of it at least.

He was overjoyed at the idea of it at the time, but since, we have not really spoken of that. It seems to be a subject best left behind in that world for him and I cannot say that I blame him so much for it.

He would have been the only one of us to walk from there, and well, there is no easy way to do such things, I can imagine.

[jondrette]

He survived. [Again, it was all she heard. The stinging in her nose is sharper now, turning the end of it red, and she shuts her eyes, swallowing with some difficulty.]

Marius Pontmercy survived the barricade.

[And then there's that sharp laugh that she has, trailing off into something tragically bubbly at the end.] Marius survived! Of course he should! Why should he have fallen with the rest of us? Why, out of everyone, would he not be the one to walk! Oh he is a fine man, that Marius. Worthy of of the life I gave for him! [On her side of the screen, something can be heard crashing to the ground and breaking.]

[She laughs again, refusing to open her eyes. To do so would be to ease open the flood gates.] Why would he not survive. So that he can have the happy ending he wanted. So that I can pretend I had mine, but it has continued and it's lost! All of it! Lost and gone and wasted and useless! Such a funny thing, is it not, m'sieur? Some should have everything while I am reduced to nothing. Not even my dreams are untouched from the darkness that I live in!

I can have him here, but if he leaves then I will not have him any longer. It will be one of those dreams, stained dark with ashes! Oh, no! He is not mine, he has never been mine, I shall never have him! I should have let that bullet take him!

[Her small shoulders hunch forward and she drops her head, wrapping her frail arms around herself as she shakes from the force of her sobs.]

he wanted to take this to action. this okay?

[solo_patria]

[A few things register to Enjolras as this starts. Eponine is upset. Eponine is a Girl. A Girl Is Upset And Crying. He made a girl cry. And it's vaguely terrifying. Crying woman. What do? He has honestly no clue, aside the fact that probably she should not be alone right now. She is also close enough that he can make his way over to her suite at once, despite the hour, where he's hoping that she will answer the door if he knocks.

Not that he has any idea WHAT he is doing but he has to try to repair this somehow, at any rate.

So he's disconnecting the call and making his way over to her suite and knocking.]

Eponine? Eponine, may I come in?

Of course!

[jondrette]

[When the knock sounds, Eponine hasn't even realized that the call has been disconnected, far too consumed with emotions she couldn't dare to name or feel otherwise. Her bottle is broken at her feet.

At the knock she looks up, then to the screen and slowly rises, stepping over the glass to answer the door.

Her eyes are red when she opens the door in nothing more than a nightgown. It was more than she had worn in Paris but nothing polite to answer the door in. Oops. She gazes at Enjolras, and suddenly she straightens up, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand. She had not been crying, of course not.] Enjolras?