The Streets of Fandom, Monday Evening

Jan 06, 2014 18:38

Well, the weather was doing strange things again and, as usual, Éponine was out in it. She was distinctly not happy about this, particularly since her work shift was over and she had someplace warm and . . . well, 'dry' wasn't exactly a concern right now, but she hadn't been able to pass up the price she was offered for a private delivery. It was ( Read more... )

self-loathing central, sometimes i go away at night, complicated cosette-related feelings omg, cosette

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wildandbrave January 7 2014, 02:40:06 UTC
Cosette had just come from the mainland, where she'd had dinner with her father; he had, as she'd expected, wanted to know all about how her first few days had gone and how she was settling in, and although he would never admit it she could tell he was lonely without her around. She would have to teach him how to use a phone soon, which made her all the more determined to master the things as soon as possible herself ( ... )

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filleauloup January 7 2014, 02:42:16 UTC
Éponine, for her part, was preoccupied with trying to pick bits of clockwork out of her mailbag and wouldn't have bothered to take notice of anyone standing around on the sidewalk if not for the brass winding key that slipped out of her fingers and landed at her feet.

She sighed, bent to scoop up the key, and in straightening to fling the thing away somewhere looked up and saw the girl. She was illuminated faintly in the light of the streetlamps, not quite clearly enough for Éponine to make out her features, but something about her seemed very familiar. Éponine slipped a little further into the shadows and kept watching.

No. No, no, no.

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wildandbrave January 7 2014, 02:51:57 UTC
Cosette hadn't yet moved from the spot where she was standing, and she was unaware of anyone's presence nearby. She tried to think of those early years of her life as some sort of void, a confusing and vague nightmare full of spiders but little more than a dream, but here in the deepening darkness of the evening, hearing her own voice made that nightmare just a little more real.

Another bit of metal, this time with gear teeth, fell to the ground beside her.

"They leave me alone. But I don't have many toys. Ponine and Zelma won't let me play with their dolls."

She firmly tried to tell herself that she was being silly, but she couldn't quite muster the resolve to keep moving.

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filleauloup January 7 2014, 03:12:29 UTC
This girl was younger than the one she remembered, more of a schoolgirl than a fine young lady, but there it was: the confirmation Éponine hadn't wanted. Which, she thought bitterly, meant that it had probably been inevitable.

Because of course it was inevitable that Cosette should end up here, should get the classes and the castle to live in while Éponine only looked on from outside. Again. Well, served her right for being stupid enough to hope.

"You oughtn't to be out here," she spoke up in the darkness, confident that her harsh voice wouldn't be recognizable. "Weather like this won't be very kind to your pretty little face."

What was she doing? She had no idea whether she wanted to scare Cosette off or help her.

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