On going to rubycity_rp... (new muse, be kind!)

[perspectives]

If humiliation is not a means to an end or the end itself, as it is for so many others here, what reasons have you mademoiselle, for this decision?

I ask only that you reconsider, not for myself but for your own sake.

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[beunbroken]

You mean you're really going to come! Do you have ANY idea how exciting that is? No offense, but everyone from Les Misérables needs an adult that isn't Pierre.

Cosette's been really missing you, from what I've heard.

And I just really want to meet you.

[perspectives]

[The enthusiasm-- he-- Who are you?!]

One moment, please--You know my daughter? Is she well? I see she has told you about me, is this true?

[beunbroken]

[That's kind of a big question.]

I know her in passing. She's very well, but she misses Marius. [May he 'rest in peace' or something.] She's found friends in the barricade boys and Éponine.

Not in so many words. [Actually in a whole lot more words.]

[perspectives]

... Eponine... [The only name that sounds familiar in all of this. He tilts his head, overcome with fatherly concern.] Thénardier...

I can only hope and pray they are friends to her. [Though he looks extremely doubtful and very displeased.]

May I ask what those words might be?

[beunbroken]

They are. Pierre, Jehan and Enjolras adore her.

They're... that you're very kind and caring. A good man who likes to lead a solitary life. Mysterious as well.

[perspectives]

Every man or woman has his or her share of unspoken words collected away. You know me then--may I ask who you are, mademoiselle?

[beunbroken]

My name is Elizabeth. [Comstock may be her last name by birth. But she won't use it. No way in hell. She's just Elizabeth.]

[jondrette]

Of course you should be there! [She laughs bitterly.] Yes, come! Please, let more people who have fallen under the lark's spell join! Perhaps you, too, shall stay at our house! We have so much room, m'sieur Monster will have no trouble accommodating you.

Will you even remember me? I'll have you know I remember you. No, I could never forget you.

[perspectives]

[Once again: Who are you? Although, this young lady does seem familiar but from where he can't place.]

Many apologies, mademoiselle. Recollection of you eludes me. Perhaps if you gave a name, I would remember...

[jondrette]

Most know me as a Jondrette now, but my first name is Éponine.

[perspectives]

... Éponine. Éponine Thénardier. When last we met you were very small.

[jondrette]

You do remember!

I was seven. I have aged, but I have not grown so much.

[perspectives]

... Ten years can bring great change regardless. And your mother and father?

[jondrette]

My mother claims to love me still. My father does not know the meaning of the word.

We lost the Inn.

[perspectives]

[Despite everything they have done to Cosette, he understands what it is to lose everything, and even more than that.]

... I am very sorry, mademoiselle.

[jondrette]

Good. [It was partially his fault. His and Cosette's. Her family had raged at them night after night, cursing their names.]

We moved to Paris in hopes for a better life. It was not granted.

[dreamed_a_dream]

There are many ends, Monsieur, but I do hope that your mun does not humiliate you too much. You do not deserve that.

sorry this took so long /)(\ long weekend of work

[perspectives]

... For now, her intentions may be less than honorable and yet little trouble in comparison to the others who have come before me. [pauses to look at Fantine directly, as he had been keeping his eyes just past her.]

Thank you. It feels as if winter were passing into spring, hearing you say such things.

[11_12]

They never listen.

No, that's not true. Sometimes they listen but they'll still do what they want above your own wishes.

[perspectives]

Unfortunately, such is the case with many people we meet throughout our lives.

[11_12]

That's true as well.

[littlelark]

Oh Papa, please, please come!

Well, not if you do not wish to, of course. But I do so miss you.

[perspectives]

With you in this city, how could I not? [cosette come give papa a hug <3]

[littlelark]

I cannot tell you how glad I am to hear it. [As much as she loves Marius, Papa will always be the original man in her life. Forever a daddy's girl...]

It's quite a strange city; no money at all, but no poor, no sick... I have met many kind people here. I think you will enjoy it greatly.

[perspectives]

[HOLDS HER CLOSE.]

Then it seems it will be a good city, in those respects at least. [Don't get him wrong, he's heard the stories about the more awful things happening. Valjean pulls back and the lingering smile crinkles his face pleasantly.]

But I must say that I am still not accustomed to you having grown so much, and who are these "barricade boys" of whom I've been told, Cosette? [Smiling just a little less; looking more concerned than anything else.]

[littlelark]

[Cosette beams up at him, still clinging to his sides.] It is good Papa, I swear it. Recently I have gone shopping with Eponine, and it did not cost either of us a penny! Can you even imagine?

[At mention of her male roommates, Cosette's smile freezes in place.] ...Ah. Yes. There are...well we...you would like them Papa, they are very nice young men! [Still not really an answer, bravo.] They are one of the few people who came from Paris as well. Monsieur Enjolras, Grantaire and Prouvaire.