Well, it's taken you a while

[criminaldandy]

 But then you always feared what was in that darkest part of your mind now, didn't you? Dear Mlle. Mundane. Heh. How trivial it sounds. As if that came close to describing our ... relationship.

But what about my little flower? Shall we find her in this ever growing world of yours? I would so hate for her to be ... lonely. 

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[makeflowersgrow]

Wot're you doin' ere, 'Parnasse?

[She's wary, keeping her distance. Last time she saw him had been THAT night. She doesn't want to get too close, just in case]

[criminaldandy]

Admiring the views, dear 'Ponine.

[makeflowersgrow]

It's prettier in Paris. It might 'ave been better to stay there.

[She pauses] You're not wiv my Papa, are you?

[criminaldandy]

I haven't seen him since ... I'm not with him, no.

[makeflowersgrow]

Oh. That's - that's good.

[She breathes a little easier]

So why are you 'ere? You're never not plannin' something. Wot're you up to?

[criminaldandy]

Such a suspicious mind. Why would I be up to something?

[makeflowersgrow]

I know you, 'Parnasse. You're never not up to sumfin. And I'd rather it didn't involve me. I 'ave an alrigh' life now, an' I won't 'ave you messin' it up.

[criminaldandy]

[He just looks, and there's maybe an edge to his tone] And why would I mess up life for my dear Eponine?

[makeflowersgrow]

[She shakes her head.]

I ain't yours, 'Parnasse. This is my life now, wivout you, and it's alrigh'. Better than Paris. I 'ave friends - an' a real boyfriend now.

[criminaldandy]

[Oh, and he's not happy] Beg pardon?

[makeflowersgrow]

[She sticks her chin well up, meeting his gaze.]

You 'eard me. I won't repeat wot I know you 'eard.

[criminaldandy]

But I must have misheard. [He moves in dangerously close, and the anger is clear on his face] My Eponine wouldn't say such things

[makeflowersgrow]

[She steps back, just a tiny step, still determinedly keeping eye contact with him]

You didn't mishear. And I ain't your 'Ponine. I 'ave a room an' employers an' friends and a boyfriend wot loves me. So leave me be.

[criminaldandy]

[And he's closer again, dangerously close. In face, he reaches out to grab her] I'd reconsider that

[makeflowersgrow]

[She flinches as he grabs her.]
Let go of me or I'll scream. Don't fink I won't.

[criminaldandy]

[The smirk on his face is criminal] You'll scream? [His grip tightens] Bonus

[makeflowersgrow]

[And she immediately struggles, trying to wriggle out of his grip]

I 'ave friends wiv magic powers now. You won't stand a chance against them.

[criminaldandy]

They're not here now. Right now, it's just you and me [And that glint that means he's got one of his many knives with him]

[makeflowersgrow]

You won't kill me.

[She's definitely putting on a brave front]

[criminaldandy]

No. I won't kill you. [But teach you a lesson? That he might do]

[makeflowersgrow]

So you may as well let go of me.

[She pushes against him] LET ME GO.

[criminaldandy]

[Pulls back, squeezes tighter] Remember your position, dear little Ponine. [The knife is out. It's dangerously close]

[makeflowersgrow]

Wot position? I don't 'ave a position.

[She is not looking at that knife]

I made my decision to 'elp M'sieur Marius an' that Cosette, an' you made yours.

[criminaldandy]

[The hand that is holding the knife moves to stroke her cheek in a manner that ought to be comforting. At least, in his twisted mind] That student isn't worth any of your time or help.

[makeflowersgrow]

[She flinches away from his hand, comforting or otherwise]

Don't, Parnasse. Don't talk about 'im.

[It really does pain her to even think about him with Cosette somewhere.]

[criminaldandy]

Does it pain you, dear Ponine, to hear about the boy who could never give you what you want?

[makeflowersgrow]

Shu' up, 'Parnasse. I'm warnin' you. If you say one more word, I'll give you a camouflet on the tronche. I'm warnin' you.

[A blow in the face]