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thecapitol2013-12-01 08:32 pm
gardienne) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-01 08:32 pm
Back to normal
Who? Eponine and whoever wants to talk to her
What? Eponine returns to the Capitol and (for once) the stylists have listened to her requests and just left her alone.
Where? wandering the streets
Warnings? I can't imagine that there will be too many.
It had taken her a lot of staring into the mirror in her bedroom to convince Eponine that she was not hallucinating. It had taken her a lot of pinching and prodding and poking her finger through the gaps in her teeth to convince her that it wasn't a dream. She was back. She looked how she had done in France, sunken cheeks, matted hair and big bags beneath her eyes and scars from living rough, and her Pa's belt when he was cross. She wasn't beautiful any more, but then, what did it matter? Men refused to love her, beautiful or no.
Rather, she was elated. FINALLY, someone had listened. FINALLY someone had given her even a little bit of control over some aspect of her life. She didn't like how she looked - but it felt a little bit more honest at least.
Having dressed in just a simple brownish pinafore dress, Eponine wandered out into the Capitol to find food and a friend.
It was so lovely to be able to walk along and not be stared at for a change.
What? Eponine returns to the Capitol and (for once) the stylists have listened to her requests and just left her alone.
Where? wandering the streets
Warnings? I can't imagine that there will be too many.
It had taken her a lot of staring into the mirror in her bedroom to convince Eponine that she was not hallucinating. It had taken her a lot of pinching and prodding and poking her finger through the gaps in her teeth to convince her that it wasn't a dream. She was back. She looked how she had done in France, sunken cheeks, matted hair and big bags beneath her eyes and scars from living rough, and her Pa's belt when he was cross. She wasn't beautiful any more, but then, what did it matter? Men refused to love her, beautiful or no.
Rather, she was elated. FINALLY, someone had listened. FINALLY someone had given her even a little bit of control over some aspect of her life. She didn't like how she looked - but it felt a little bit more honest at least.
Having dressed in just a simple brownish pinafore dress, Eponine wandered out into the Capitol to find food and a friend.
It was so lovely to be able to walk along and not be stared at for a change.
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Her voice began to dip into a strange, quiet tone. Even quieter than before, but one which made her sound younger than her age.
"Even if I dispensed with words, and showed them...their horror would preclude them from wishing to know more, for by that time, they would be...to far gone to care."