Eponine had realised that, once again, she was going to be in trouble from the moment that video was aired. And she had absolutely no offence. She had tried, truly, truly tried to love Felicity the way Felicity loved her. Oh, but a man.
But she was still rotten.
Calmly, she plaited her hair in front of her mirror. Felicity was going to be angry. She plaited the next bit. So angry. Her fingers snagged against a knot. She deserved the pain. She tied a bobble around the end. She should go and find Felicity before - well... she didn't want Grantaire hurt.
She left her room.
Too late.
"Felicity..." Eponine trailed off. What could she say? She knew what Felicity must feel like, and it was the worst feeling in the world.
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But she was still rotten.
Calmly, she plaited her hair in front of her mirror. Felicity was going to be angry. She plaited the next bit. So angry. Her fingers snagged against a knot. She deserved the pain. She tied a bobble around the end. She should go and find Felicity before - well... she didn't want Grantaire hurt.
She left her room.
Too late.
"Felicity..." Eponine trailed off. What could she say? She knew what Felicity must feel like, and it was the worst feeling in the world.