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[jondrette]

[So, it's April. Eponine has sobered up somewhat, gotten her wits about her, and realized she needed to actually go see Marius Pontmercy. And explain. And apologize for being a fool and asking him to kill her, for begging him to love her. It took what courage the girl had left for her to walk over to his suite, and when she knocked, the door swung inward revealing what she feared most. What he said he would not do.

An empty apartment.

You know how Eponine spent most of March on a bender?

She's... about to start it again.

When she finally appears in front of the camera this time, she has dark circles under her eyes, her skin sallow. She's nearly as skinny as she was when she first arrived, and there's a bottle of whiskey in her fist.

She speaks simply, without light in her eyes.]

Marius Pontmercy has gone home.

He has returned home where none of us shall be living, to perhaps June 7th, 1832. He will return to his beloved Cosette Fauchelevent. They shall be married.

[She takes a pull from the bottle.]

And he shall forget all about us.

About me.

[She closes the network connection.]

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[jondrette]

No... I did not. No one has wanted that for me. Not that they have told me.

I do not believe happiness is for me.

[solo_patria]

Have they not? Then I am sorry.

[She would not have been told that in life, of course, but that did not mean that she should not have. It does not mean that she should not have it or be told of that now.]

Do you know,in the days of the great republic, Saint-Just said that happiness was a new idea for many. I think it still was, at home, and still is, for many people here. Perhaps it is something that many will always chase. But it is something that everyone should have, that everyone deserves, by right of being man or woman, nothing more.

The fact I care for you only adds to that wish for you.

[jondrette]

You are so kind.

[He gets another watery smile.]

Whatever happiness I find here is only fleeting.

[solo_patria]

As of yet.

But that is quite a big yet.

[jondrette]

As of always.

[She yawns.]

Hush, and keep playing with my hair.

[solo_patria]

Fair enough.

[And Eponine is being given a soft smile as he does just that, his fingers idly finding a few sections which he's starting to loosely braid. Not that he is very good at braiding, but...thought that counts?]

[jondrette]

[It is the thought that counts. With Enjolras' soft smile, his fingers in her hair, Eponine slowly allows herself to drift off to a much-needed sleep.]