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[makeflowersgrow]

Who: Eponine and Wesker
What: A reunion on the roof of the training centre
When: Sometime at midnight, around a week after the Valentine's drugging.
Where: On the top of the training centre
Warnings: Some gentle manipulation for Miss Thenardier, methinks. 'Cheerful' reunions galore. Possible language?

 It's late at night - midnight now, to be exact, and it's cool up on the roof of the training centre. But Eponine doesn't feel like going inside. Not yet. It might be chilly, but the stars, the big, full moon, are all so beautiful. Eponine feels her spirits raise even from just looking on them. It's been so long since she's seen them - the last time was in the arena, before her death...

Eponine shivers and sits down near the edge of the roof.She likes looking over, and watching the people below. Only, there are no people on the streets now. The whole city is quiet. It's just her and the stars. Just like in Paris.

Eponine lies back, looking up at the stars. Maybe she can just live up here from now on? Sleeping rough is nothing new to her, and it is certainly better than waiting for Javert to arrest her in her sleep. So she lies back, for once feeling perfectly secure and perfectly relaxed. After a few minutes, she begins to hum, and eventually to sing...

She sings nonsense, about lost loves and nightingales dying; it's an old French ditty she knows, full of crude words and images, but her high, pure voice somehow makes even the worst of the swearing sound relatively innocent. In the quiet of the night, her voice echoes and drifts out, perhaps attracting a surprise visitor... 

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[president_evil]

"Such a sweet, brave girl."

He smiled again, the one corner of his mouth turning up handsomly, and stepped back, moving toward the nearby bench.

"Surprise me," he instructed as he sat, as regal and composed as if he were attending an opera. Not listening to a ragged, dirty girl atop a freezing rooftop.

[makeflowersgrow]

She turned round to face him nervously, fidgeting with her sleeve. But she can't do it.

So she turned her back again and closed her eyes. She was imagining - imagining her self back home, in the streets of Paris, by herself. That song that she always sung to herself as she wandered at night. The one that made her cry, every time.

Slowly, she began to sing.

By the end of the song, she had turned around, though she wasn't looking at Wesker. In fact, she had lost herself completely in her memories and her longing for Marius.

[president_evil]

Wesker listened, and watched, his slightly cocked to one side, his expression inscrutable.

The words, combined with the passion in which she sang them, had an almost - religious fervor. For some, he might have assumed just that, but for her....

He recalled the recent holiday and the way she had begged for his favor. The favor of the man she had believed him to be.

That unknown Marius.

He turned the name over his mind thoughtfully, wondering what use it might be to him, even as he smiled and applauded her gently.

"You sell yourself far too short, dear heart."

[makeflowersgrow]

Eponine blinked when he spoke, quickly moving a hand to wipe away a tear that had fallen. And she laughed, just a little.

"It was a song I sang at home sometimes. When my Papa didn't want me in the room and I had nowhere to go. I used to wander around Paris until I was so tired I could bear to lie in the ditch or the street. Did you really like it? I did not hurt your ears?"

[president_evil]

"Not even a bit," he assured. Another smile. So handsome. So genuine. "I could listen all night."

[makeflowersgrow]

She smiled a smile that lit up her whole face at that comment. Nobody had EVER given her such compliments.

"Could you really?"

She sidled over to Wesker, sitting down next to him. "I don't think I could sing all night. I don't know enough words!"

[president_evil]

"Perhaps some other time then," he chuckled. "When you've had more time to prepare."

[makeflowersgrow]

"You want to listen to me? You want to be friends? With ME?" she laughed, incredulous at the thought.
"I can try to prepare - I can read, you know? I can read and learn songs. I am cleverer than I look."

[president_evil]

"I don't doubt it, dear heart. Not for a moment," he agreed with a slight nod of his head, a gentle pull of his lips. "And when you're ready, you just let me know."