Who: Eponine and Enjolras What: These bloody students on our streets, here they come slumming once again Where: The 'bad bit' of Lawrence When: Some point last night! Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
Eponine still couldn't believe that she'd come to where she was, in charge of her family's inn but running it properly, right. Making it better than it ever could have been under her father's control. She did it all proper, adhered to hygiene standards and she was pretty sure all the meat was appropriate. No cats or horses that she knew of at least! But it wasn't just the Inn. It wasn't just this world and the friends she'd made. No, it was him too. Oh a different him than the one she was used to thinking about while she walked the streets of a city that didn't know her from any of the others.
Enjolras.
He was fast becoming more to her than she'd ever intended and she could just hear her mother laughing at the thought of anyone like 'that' having a thought to the likes of her. And her father planning to rob him for all he had of course. Lucky really most of her student friends were as broke as she was or she'd have cast off her family a lot earlier than she had. Done what they did but of course they lost more than she.
This kind of world was what she knew, thought Eponine, looking around into the dank and dark streets, entirely at ease with herself in spite of the threats. She could slip away if she needed to, run, hide. She knew her way around. But she wasn't here for that. She was here for a reason, to show Enjolras what it was he fought for. To show him the worst humanity could become and the worst they could endure by way of a life. Eponine knew some of the people around here, she brought them food when she could, let them sleep in the inn when it got too cold to move on the bitter streets.
They'd laugh at her with her oh so proper gentleman friend. Because some things never changed, and Eponine knew no matter how he tried to dress it down, Enjolras would always be a gentleman. And even if she was dooming herself to another love that could not be, god help her, she thought maybe she liked it when he was a gentleman. Very much so.
She stood, in the cold, wrapped in a coat she thanked god every day she could afford to own and waited for her gentleman.