On being transferred over from LJ

[cantrefuse]

I thought you were going to let me rest, my writer...

I'm tired, you know this better than most. And the new name you've chosen for me.... I'd rather you have gone with something different. In no way do I find this a good idea.

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[euphrasie]

Tired? You really must take a seat, Madam. Please.

[cantrefuse]

What a sweet girl you are... [And so familiar too...] Thank you, but I'm afraid this is not a tired so easily remedied.

[euphrasie]

[ though not quite as skittish as one may assume, it isn't often that cosette takes an instant shine to a stranger. she smiles warmly and clasps her hands under her chin. ] Sleep is a certain kind of meditation, I think, another healing process. Perhaps you ought to sleep if you are able.

And I should hope that you will be able, Madam.

[cantrefuse]

[What a pretty smile. Fantine can't help but smile back, weaker and more tired... But it's a smile none the less.]

The sleep I need is much different, dear. But thank you for the kind words.

[euphrasie]

[ a flicker of understanding and she straightens her back. ] Surely you don't mean -

Oh, but you've just arrived!

[cantrefuse]

I doubt she'll let me rest any time soon, you need not worry about it. Do not worry.

(oh lord, i am so sorry...)

[clammy_handed]

Madame, if you feel the urge to loudly bemoan your living situation, might I suggest that you refrain from doing so in a public location?

[Really, the nerve of some people. E.B. has enough troubles of his own without being bombarded by the wearisome nattering of some faded-looking woman. If she is a woman, and not just a whore or an idiot.]

(lmao it's okay!)

[cantrefuse]

I wasn't aware that was considered 'loud'...

You could always just turn and ignore it, the bourgeois are good at doing that.

[clammy_handed]

Speaking aloud in a well-crossed thoroughfare is a privilege confined to the very young and the demented. You are not among the first, and if you are a member of that second category of unfortunates, I must ask myself why you are permitted to freely wander where honest citizens must suffer your presence.

I could not help myself-- the fact that you have Rosamund Pike as a PB is love.

[weprevail]

Muns, when they care for us, never truly let us go.

[She stares at the all too familiar face before her for a moment, rather stunned for all that she tries to swallow it, before adding another comment.]

I cannot say I know where your objections come from, nor is it my business, but I hope your scribe is understanding of your wishes.

<3 I had been tempted to switch to movie icons, but I just love her too much to change

[cantrefuse]

If she cared, she would let me go...

[And she's a little.... taken aback by the familiar face, but... She won't comment on it.]

Thank you... I have my doubts that she will change.

[nobler_red]

Ah. I've been transferred over from LJ as well, long after I thought my writer haven given up her endeavors to write me. If it's any consolation, your username may not be optimal to you, but the reference is lost on most of us here, myself and my mun included. And many of us here have names we'd like to change, so no one is likely to say anything.

[Johann doesn't really know how to talk to women, but she looks like she needs some reassurance.]

[cantrefuse]

[..... Real reassuring, Johann. She just nods slowly.]

Thank you... I suppose the name is kinder than another she had in mind...

[nobler_red]

Try not to stress over these things. If she took the kinder name, she's probably fond of you. That means it's unlikely anything bad will happen to you here. Try to stay positive.

Are you alright, Miss?

[cantrefuse]

Unlikely, but not completely out of the picture...

[The most unconvincing smile and a nod.]

I'll be fine. Thank you.

[nobler_red]

There is no place, here or otherwise, where nothing bad ever happens to anyone. That's just the nature of life.

You seemed stressed. Is there anything I can do?

[cantrefuse]

I'm all too aware... Unfortunately.

No, monsieur, I promise I will be fine... Stress is the least of my worries...

[quatre_ailes]

Are you well, mademoiselle?

[cantrefuse]

[It's more than obvious she isn't, despite what she's going to say. A small smile and she nods her head.]

Monsieur, I am fine... thank you.

[Lying through her teeth oh god, I really did just write that... ]

Just a little cold.

[quatre_ailes]

Here, you must take my coat. [And he's shouldering it off without a second thought, offering it.]

Come, you look half-frozen, I will get you something.

[cantrefuse]

[The offer is shocking and she can't help but look at him strangely. Does he expect something in return? But she's cold... and the shawl does little to warm her. She accepts the jacket hesitantly...]

Merci.... You... don't have to do that for me.

[quatre_ailes]

I wish to. Please, will you let me at least get you some stew, or bread? Something warm.

[cantrefuse]

Monsieur, I don't know that I can accept this offer...

[Even if it looks as though she hasn't had a proper meal in months and is shivering... This kindness is unexpected and leaves her wary.]

[losthisheart]

Rest, that word's as alien to them as "stop."

[cantrefuse]

So I've noticed... They're a stubborn bunch, aren't they?