|Enj Is Probably Saving Puppies (decidewhoweare) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2013-12-25 17:16:00
|Entry tags:||enjolras, eponine|
Who: Enjolras and Eponine
What: Life has to go on and Enjolras is hoping to bring a little light into their lives
When: Christmas morning
Where: The Inn
Warnings: TBD, likely none
No one felt much like celebrating that Christmas. Yes, they'd won the war with Lucifer. He was back in his cage where he belonged. Nightmares that plagued them were their own doing, at least, and not his, and the random bouts of energy and pain, the gifts and curses, the mind games, they'd all come to an end. But their losses had been great. So many taken by the vortex that seemed to be Lucifer's cage. Others dead. Killed by demons or creatures who followed Lucifer. Hexed by witches.
But life had to go on. Enjolras now knew what it was to be on the other side. To be the one who lived through the fight when others had not. And he didn't like that one much better. Still, there was nothing else they could do. They'd mourn, of course. Have a funeral or a memorial or something for all those they'd lost. But the world didn't stop turning. It kept going. Morning happened and suddenly it was Christmas Day. It had been a favorite of his as a child, and the Apocalypse hadn't changed that. So before the battles had all started, he'd helped decorate the Inn, helping to make it as festive as possible. He didn't know for sure when he'd become quite so attached to the Inn. Possibly when he'd become so attached to the Innkeeper. Still, it felt more like home than anywhere else he'd lived, and he had worked hard to get it into the Christmas spirit.
So when he woke up that morning, extra early to help get everything prepared for the day, it still looked as cheerful as it had before. Before they'd lost so many. Before Eponine had lost a friend, before they'd both lost Harry, who'd been so helpful to them in slipping through the demons' defenses. Instead of taking it all down, he left it up, turned all the lights on, burned the candles with the traditional smells of Christmas.
He had been reconsidering his plan. The thing he'd so desperately wanted to do on Christmas Day. He couldn't explain that need for it to be that particular day, but it was something he'd decided on and he couldn't be talked out of it. So despite the darkness in their lives, he'd woken Eponine gently, urging her to breakfast before encouraging her to open her gifts. He'd spoiled her as she'd deserved, with pretty new sweaters, a tea mug, little sentimental bits and pieces. But there was one gift he'd saved. The one he was still, to that moment, hesitating over.
They needed something good to happen. And he hoped this was something good.
"Seems you forgot one, my love," he said with a light teasing to his tone. He nodded towards the tree, leaning further back into the cushions of the love seat as he did. A tiny box sat waiting for her, hidden in the branches of the Christmas tree. A tiny box that contained the ring he'd stressed over for weeks. One conversation with Lee had sealed the deal. Only it had been months and he was still, in fact, stressing. Yes or no, he would go through with this. He'd just faced down Lucifer. He could propose to his girlfriend. Surely he was brave enough, courageous enough for that.