Thank you, friend! I hope they are D:
Sorry about the complete lack of muse lately! I had intended to reply to all current threads as soon as I was back to full health, but Ep’s been completely unresponsive, hm.
I won’t be able to reply to any threads now until saturday evening unfortunately, but hopefully I’ll post a bunch of stuff then yay
See you soon, amis!
“I’m flunking,” she replied as an an explanation. “And he’s hot. Why not?”
Enjolras ran a hand through his hair and looked at Eponine with glassy eyes. “I don’t … I don’t hate you, Eponine, I’m just worried about you and I don’t know how to help. You won’t let me help you!”
“That’s not stupid,” Enjolras said, in a quiet voice. “But you can change it. We can work together to change it.” He reached forward and patter her shoulder. “Eponine, I … I want you to be happy. I want to do whatever I can to make you happy again.”
She looked at him, her brow furrowing slightly. “You… You mean that?” She asked softly. “Sorry- sorry. I know I shouldn’t question it, I just… Ugh.” She twirled her hair around her fingers subconsciously. “Thanks for understanding,” she mumbled.
Enjolras nodded. “Of course. Now, what can I do to help you?”
Éponine sighed softly. “I don’t know… Sometimes actually going out and doing something helps, but. I know you’re busy, so don’t worry about it.”
“Do you?” She teased, raising an eyebrow. “And would that be because of the great excitement of committing a crime, the violent way I smash the windows, or the great view you get of my ass?”
“Definitely the first two.” He answered, tilting his head as he continued to stare at her ass. “The angle and lighting isn’t really that great but I suppose I wouldn’t complain.”
She had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing aloud. “You shouldn’t complain, I have a fine ass,” she commented, leaning over through the window to pick up the phone that the driver had - stupidly - left in plain view on the front seat, before turning on her heel and looking straight at him. “I think we’re done here. This should make a pretty penny.”
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Haven’t been in the best of health, but I’m being freed later and things should get back to normal x
Sorry about the lack of replies!
I haven’t been in the best of health so I’m afr
- “Apparently I was the only one that got the email saying to wear your pajamas to school today.”
- “Getting really tired of teachers saying whatever they want to me and when I try and defend myself, they send me to in school suspension.”
- “I had to come in early to make up the test I missed last week. I’m pretty sure the school would make a fortune if they had a coffee vending machine.”
- “I have a near perfect GPA, but that apparently means nothing if my shorts are too short.”
- “I studied for this test all week! How did I only get an 8%?”
- “I’m not sure if that was sex ed or Sunday school.”
- “If you don’t do your share of the work, I’ll take your name off the project and you can take a zero. You’re not getting the grade for doing nothing.”
- “My locker is jammed again. I’m ready to find a lockermate and just be done with it.”
- “My parents didn’t believe that the homework said to only do the even numbers on the worksheet and wouldn’t let me eat dinner until I did the entire thing.”
- “No one told me there was a two hour delay today so I spent half an hour trying to get into the building before a police officer showed up and broke the news.”
- “So I found your phone number on another bathroom stall.”
- “The teacher caught me with my phone out and took it away. They gave it back at the end of the day and everything but my background was a picture of their face.”
- “The vice principal pronounced my name wrong in the morning announcements again.”
- “There’s a locker number and combination in the back of my textbook. Are you up for an adventure?”
- “Wait I’m sorry, did you say you have a cat in your locker?”
- “We don’t have to be friends but we do have to be lab partners.”
- “What do you mean you didn’t do the homework last night? I was going to copy off of you before class!”
- “When are they going to understand that no one in this school is interested in eating tuna melts every Tuesday?”
- “When my locker neighbor slammed their locker shut, my shirt somehow got closed in it and they didn’t notice so there I was with two options: Take my shirt off or wait for help and I really didn’t feel like getting sent home for dress code today.”
- “Yes, I absolutely think it’s a terrible idea for you to try to seduce our chemistry teacher.”
Alternately: Tell them “You’re a monster” and see how they react.
Combeferre, startled by the woman,s unexpected outburst, rose a skeptical eyebrow. “Well, I suppose you haven’t given me a reason to.”
“Uh… Just plain water, thanks,” she called out sheepishly, unused to being given an option. The almost-silence that came as she waited for him settled in the room, giving her a chance to clear her thoughts.
Okay, so… ‘Ferre didn’t blame you for wanting to run away. She exhaled softly, relief flooding her senses as she came to terms with the fact. He wants to go to the police, but you can’t let him do that because people will get hurt. Her mind began to wander from their conversation - What was ‘Parnasse doing right now? Was he still drunk, or hungover? Did he even know she was missing? Probably not, she considered bitterly, almost daring to think that perhaps he wasn’t as good for her as he claimed to be, but quickly brushing away the idea - of course Mont had her best interests at heart, even if she didn’t like the way he punished her for doing wrong. Punishment isn’t supposed to be nice, her brain supplied helpfully, as she stared blankly at the wall.
Combeferre lingered in the kitchen while he mulled his options over. It was really a matter of choosing between moral responsibility and general safety. Who knew it would turn out to be such a difficult decision? The only thing he had the power to do was get Eponine a safe, secure place to stay and wait things out from there. Or maybe he could tip the law enforcement anonymously somehow? ‘Ferre shrugged restlessly. I’ll think of something. I always do.
The tap emitted a shrill squeak as he turned it off. Steadily, his footfalls lead back to the main room of the Musain.
“I can get you something to eat while we’re here; there’s not much at my place. Is that okay? I can go out and pick something up for you, if you like.”
“Mm?” She spun around at the sound of his voice, though it took a second to process what he’d said since she hadn’t been concentrating when he’d come in.
Éponine couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten properly. “No, no, I’m fine,” she lied immediately - too quickly and too smoothly for it to ever pass as honest in the first place - desperate not to make him go any further out of his way for her than he already had, but she was immediately betrayed by the sound of her stomach making a wretched noise. She sighed. “Okay, maybe just a biscuit or something - sorry,” she apologised, taking the water from him with a small grateful smile.
Combeferre is an excellent doctor. He’s probably memorized every medicine, illness, and cure out there – his only endeavor is to care for his sick patients and get them the help they need. HOWEVER, he has absolutely no regards to himself or his own well being. Can’t sleep? A few benadryls and a bit of cough syrup should take care of that. Headache? That’s what alcohol is for. Smoking? He doesn’t see a problem with it as long as it’s him doing it. On top of all that, he probably drinks way more caffeine in a day than what’s healthy.
The thing is, though, if he saw any of his friends doing the things he did, they’d be hearing lectures for days. He doesn’t care about himself as long as he can keep his friends (among others) happy and healthy.
“When is the last time you ate?”
“Let me get you a glass of water.”
“You can lay down in my bed if you need to.”
“Don’t cry, you’re going to be fine.”
“You’re safe, I’ve got you.”
“You’re fever’s too high, you’re delirious.”
“Sleep it off.”
“Can I get you anything?”
“Here, vomit in this.”
“You’ve been out for days. I was worried you were dead.”
“When is the last time you slept?”
“How bad does your stomach hurt?”
“How long have you had that cough?”
“Hold on. You’re too sick to go anywhere.”
“I’ll get you a blanket, you’re going to be here for a while.”
“Let’s go home, you’re too sick.”
“I can do that, just go back to bed.”
“Maybe you should go to the doctor.”
“Come on, at least sleep in a bed.”