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thecapitol2013-08-19 08:07 pm
gardienne) wrote in thecapitol2013-08-19 08:07 pm
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Just watching the night sky...
Who: Eponine and OPEN
What: Eponine's pondering on a rooftop. Do come and join her.
Where: Rooftop of the training centre
When: Soon after the date auction
Warnings: Eponine - so generally quite dark thoughts... and I guess any warnings anyone else cares to bring with them.
At home, when Eponine had to think, when she had a lot on her mind, she walked. She walked and she walked sometimes, wandering the dirty streets of St. Michel until she reached the wider roads where the houses didn't bear down on her, and she could see the stars. She had a particular ditch she used to make for, a deep one, sheltered from the wind, and without too much mud in the bottom, cushioned as it was with grass. Sometimes, her nights in the ditch were the happiest she had had in a long time. She liked it at night better than the day; the streets were empty. There were no jeers or stares or catcalls, and she could talk out loud without people pointing her out as 'mad'.
She likes to walk in the Capitol too. Usually. She knows the place well by now, a year on. She knows the shortcuts and the places to avoid. But the stares - the stares she hates. She needs to walk now - there is so much on her mind after the date auction. Why she was strapped down for a start, but Howard and Marius too... and had that rock man really called her beautiful? She needs to walk... but at night, she is not allowed out of the Tribute tower - and she does not want to be shot again, so sneaking out is impossible. So she does the next best thing. She goes up to the garden on the top of the Tribute tower. Helping herself to an ever-blossoming lily, Eponine settles in the grass. Bringing the lily to her nose, she breathes deep, and just watches the stars. So beautiful... Slowly, in her croak, she begins to sing softly to herself.
"Mon ami me délaisse, Ô gai, vive la rose, Je ne sais pas pourquoi,Vive la rose et le lilas. On dit qu'elle est plus belle,Ô gai, vive la rose, Je n'en disconviens pas, Vive la rose et le lilas."
[Translates as My boyfriend dumped me, oh joy, long live the rose. I do not know why. Long live the rose and the lily. They say she is beautiful, oh joy, long live the rose. I do not disagree, long live the rose and the lily.]
What: Eponine's pondering on a rooftop. Do come and join her.
Where: Rooftop of the training centre
When: Soon after the date auction
Warnings: Eponine - so generally quite dark thoughts... and I guess any warnings anyone else cares to bring with them.
At home, when Eponine had to think, when she had a lot on her mind, she walked. She walked and she walked sometimes, wandering the dirty streets of St. Michel until she reached the wider roads where the houses didn't bear down on her, and she could see the stars. She had a particular ditch she used to make for, a deep one, sheltered from the wind, and without too much mud in the bottom, cushioned as it was with grass. Sometimes, her nights in the ditch were the happiest she had had in a long time. She liked it at night better than the day; the streets were empty. There were no jeers or stares or catcalls, and she could talk out loud without people pointing her out as 'mad'.
She likes to walk in the Capitol too. Usually. She knows the place well by now, a year on. She knows the shortcuts and the places to avoid. But the stares - the stares she hates. She needs to walk now - there is so much on her mind after the date auction. Why she was strapped down for a start, but Howard and Marius too... and had that rock man really called her beautiful? She needs to walk... but at night, she is not allowed out of the Tribute tower - and she does not want to be shot again, so sneaking out is impossible. So she does the next best thing. She goes up to the garden on the top of the Tribute tower. Helping herself to an ever-blossoming lily, Eponine settles in the grass. Bringing the lily to her nose, she breathes deep, and just watches the stars. So beautiful... Slowly, in her croak, she begins to sing softly to herself.
"Mon ami me délaisse, Ô gai, vive la rose, Je ne sais pas pourquoi,Vive la rose et le lilas. On dit qu'elle est plus belle,Ô gai, vive la rose, Je n'en disconviens pas, Vive la rose et le lilas."
[Translates as My boyfriend dumped me, oh joy, long live the rose. I do not know why. Long live the rose and the lily. They say she is beautiful, oh joy, long live the rose. I do not disagree, long live the rose and the lily.]
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"It sounds beautiful, Sir. Full of stories. I like that... only, is there a demoness really living on your moon? That is difficult to believe."
She moves back, just a tad, at the sight of his fangs. But at his words, her eyes light up a little, and she moves closer again so that they are almost nose to nose. In a whisper, she asks,
"What ways, Sir? Tell me. Please."
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She moves so close so fast, he has to fight the instinct to flinch, to snap at her with his jaws, to do worse things after so many seasons of tearing apart trolls who weren't so close as this. His body tenses and he goes very still.
"YOU OUGHTN'T GET SO CLOSE TO A CREATURE WHAT HAS FANGS SUCH AS MINE. I may have no interest in gobbling you, but I am made to be so as she sees for a reason," He says, and it's all the warning he gives before carrying on.
"BECOME PART OF THE GREAT PATTERNS. A quintessential piece what can't be pulled apart by no motherfucking thing or person. BE THE NEEDED PART TO THAT WHAT MUST BE CHANGED AND SO CHANGE IT. There are many ways to do this girl. MANY MOTHERFUCKING WAYS. And you must understand that each is a secret to be found out for at of its ownself. YOU KEEP THAT WHICH WHAT MUST BE KEPT, EXHUME WHAT ALL MUST BE EXHUMED. You let no fucker tell at you it ain't all to be. YOU MAKE IT BE. You have faith. BETTER WAYS SISTER. Ain't necessarily without blood given for the effort. BUT IT IS A POSSIBLE THING. He has tale told he did so, in his own futures."