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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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[solo_patria]

[It occurs to Enjolras that she must not know Marius all that WELL if she thinks SO highly of him as all of that. He won't comment on that matter now; since it is clearly not the time for it, but, well. He nods as she speaks there.]

I quite agree he should, and yes, if the girl is everything he sees her as, then surely his happiness should be what she holds most dear herself.

Perhaps though, time, [Or Eponine meeting someone else who is able to love her as Marius could not, he thinks might be some sort of a solution too] may improve things.

[jondrette]

Perhaps... [She sighs.] She is the reason I am in this position, Enjolras. If it had not been for her... We would not have lost all our money.

[At least, that was the truth as far as Eponine was concerned. After Cosette had been taken away, the Thenardiers had worked hard to brainwash their children into believing it.]

[solo_patria]

Oh?

[From what little Enjolras knew of Cosette, well, he knew nothing, really, he had assumed Eponine only knew her from a far perhaps.]

What is it then?

[jondrette]

It was us that raised her. When her papa came- the man in the yellow jacket- he took her away. He did not give my father all the money we were owed from her mother. And we shortly loss the inn.

[She sniffles for a moment and then her entire demeanor changes. She sits upright, her eyes wide and wild.] Tell no one, m'sieur! Marius does not know, nor can he ever know! Not until I say it is the right time.

[solo_patria]

[Enjolras finds himself nodding at the story. He can believe that the matter of even that sum of money for caring for an extra child would make a difference certainly, and it is only too easy to see the downward slope that it would cause. ]

And I assume there was no avenue of pursuing the money with no way to pay the lawyer either.

[he does not know that he considers it the fault of Cosette, or even of her parents, either set of parents, given WHEN that must have been and the situation at the time for many people,if her father's wealth came later, but a matter of the economy and, well, people like his parents who contributed to keeping the sharp divide of money and resources where they were.]

Of course I will not say. Not ever if you do not deem it so.

Marius's Cosette seems lucky when compared to this

[jondrette]

There was none. We lost the inn and moved to Paris, and you have seen what has become of me since! The laughing stock of the street, finding our home in the gutters. So often we did not even have a home to call our own. Our apartment where I met m'sieur Marius... It was a gift we had it even that long. We spent our winters under bridges huddling together for warmth, sure we would not see tomorrow.

[Her entire life, there had been no promise of a tomorrow.]

Lucky! Oh, she is! The tables have turned, and I am in her place and she is in mine! But the slope has been increased and I am dead and alone and she lives with my Marius and her father whom loves her!

[solo_patria]

[So Enjolras had seen. If he had known in life, perhaps there would be something else that he could have done differently. There was not much in the way of resources, but L'ABC had done what it could do, when it could do it to help those in need of it. They might at least have helped her to find work of some sort, if any would have taken her. It would have been worth a try, at least.

But that had hardly come to pass, and it was something that one must simply accept as they tried to move onward, so...]

At least she does not live with Marius who is here now?

[Worth a try, certainly.]

[jondrette]

[It's a shot in the dark and she knows it, but, she appreciates it, somewhere deep inside. But all the same, she meets his words, his genuine kindness, with a short bark of laughter.]

No, no she does not! Does time move forward while we are here? Perhaps she will find love in some other man and forget all about our Marius! Perhaps he will forget about her and find me instead. She is not here. She would want him happy. I could make him happy.

The way he makes me happy.

[solo_patria]

And, with some time, perhaps he will realize that. I know that Marius cannot be forced, but growing to a knowledge, well. He DID grow to our cause.

[Yes, Enjolras still believes that Marius came to the barricade for Patria, instead of to die in despair. He'll never actually believe otherwise until directly told otherwise, and probably from the source himself. After all, what greater thing to die FOR?]

[jondrette]

[Oh, she wants to laugh at that, but she can't. She can't ruin Enjolras' image of Marius. She knew the real reason he had gone to the barricade. She had ensured it, after all. He would never have been there if it hadn't been for her.]

Then you must help me.

[solo_patria]

Oh?

[this gets a blink from Enjolras.]

In matters of Marius? But...how precisely would that work? I have no knowledge of how...anything like that begins to work. You know I had not so much as kissed someone before I came here? How is it that I might know what to do?

[jondrette]

You understand the minds of men better than I do! And are certainly closer than him. This is the sort of thing you talk about, I am sure. Simply... plant the seed in his mind of me. And water it. Tell him that I am pretty! There, start there.

[You've got her going now, Enjolras.] It does not matter if it is not true, for I know it is not, but tell him just the same!

[solo_patria]

I...may do that, yes.

[Seriously, Eponine? Worst wingman ever. Not that he even would understand the concept but...]

I can certainly bring that up though no, we've never spoken of such things. Do men often speak of their romances in such ways, and so plainly?

[jondrette]

[WELL THEN ENLIST ETIENNE AND COURFEYRAC! It shouldn't be too hard, right? Desperate times, alright, Enjolras?]

I am sure you shall find a way. I believe so, from what I have witnessed.

[solo_patria]

Then I shall do my best.

[Courfeyrac, certainly. He has to live with a crushed over Cosette's departure Marius, after all, and with people asking if Marius is sleeping with him. Clearly it's a wonderful option!]

[jondrette]

You are a good man, Enjolras.

[solo_patria]

[His smile is faint, and a bit ironic now.]

I do not believe you will say that for long, once you have known me.

[jondrette]

Perhaps not. But for now. Thank you. for coming over. For holding me while I cried. I do not like people to see me that way.

[solo_patria]

I have done what I can at least. If that helped, then I'm glad for it.

[jondrette]

And I am, as well, for you did help. I... [she looks over towards the clock on the wall.] It is late. You should return to your beloved.

[solo_patria]

It IS at that. I probably should. Will you be all right though?

[jondrette]

All right enough. I shall survive until tomorrow.

[solo_patria]

Good night then. [He's turning to head out, offering a small nod.]

I wish you the best in that.

[jondrette]

Thank you, Enjolras. Good night. Sleep well with your beloved.