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thecapitol2014-05-10 10:44 pm
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Just Like My Daddy Selling His Baby [Closed]
WHO| Thenardier and Eponine
WHAT| The emancipation of Eponine.
WHEN| Before the end of the Thicker Than Blood plot.
WHERE| Eponine's room in D3.
WARNINGS| Death, mentions of forced prostitution, general Thenardier horribleness.
Eponine's room was already not the tidiest, but Thenardier seems to have reduced it to absolute disarray. Though his uprooting everything Eponine owns looking for things to take for himself may not have been malicious, it certainly wasn't considerate, and most of her things are now ripped open, scattered about and trodden on. He's taken her bed, although it's large enough that the whole family is capable of sleeping on it, as they do as if they're still in the days where huddling is a cheap and viable form of warmth.
It's evening now, and Thenardier returns to the room, gussied up in all the fineries the District Stylists were more than happy to supply him with. He's even humming a bit of a song, an offbeat ditty from his 'soldiering' days. He looks rather pleased with himself as he sits down on the bed and starts to take off his shoes.
"That Salazar woman was quite a find, my dear," he says to Eponine, not bothering to look at her. "It was no trouble at all to get a hand into her purse."
WHAT| The emancipation of Eponine.
WHEN| Before the end of the Thicker Than Blood plot.
WHERE| Eponine's room in D3.
WARNINGS| Death, mentions of forced prostitution, general Thenardier horribleness.
Eponine's room was already not the tidiest, but Thenardier seems to have reduced it to absolute disarray. Though his uprooting everything Eponine owns looking for things to take for himself may not have been malicious, it certainly wasn't considerate, and most of her things are now ripped open, scattered about and trodden on. He's taken her bed, although it's large enough that the whole family is capable of sleeping on it, as they do as if they're still in the days where huddling is a cheap and viable form of warmth.
It's evening now, and Thenardier returns to the room, gussied up in all the fineries the District Stylists were more than happy to supply him with. He's even humming a bit of a song, an offbeat ditty from his 'soldiering' days. He looks rather pleased with himself as he sits down on the bed and starts to take off his shoes.
"That Salazar woman was quite a find, my dear," he says to Eponine, not bothering to look at her. "It was no trouble at all to get a hand into her purse."