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fandomtownies2015-04-19 12:14 pm
filleauloup) wrote in fandomtownies2015-04-19 12:14 pm
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J,GoB, Sunday Morning
On Friday night, Éponine caught a small hand sneaking into her pocket, but to put some stolen bit of pastry into it; ever since then she'd been spending her time in keeping Gavroche from stealing things from various shops (he laughed the first time she hissed at him that she had to be respectable around here, taking him to see movies, and treating him to meals at all of her favorite restaurants in town.
She'd bought him clothes, too, and shoes, even if she knew perfectly well that he would likely have to go away again soon; Gavroche had rolled his eyes at this, but indulged her; he'd never been one to complain when he was alive, and, as he informed her solemnly, he wasn't going to change his policy now. There was an odd sort of pleasure in getting to do this, as if for the first time in her life she could look after him the way an older sibling ought to. The way their parents never did -- Gavroche had done more to look after her and Azelma in the end than they had.
It was odd. For what might be the first time, it felt like they were actually a family.
They had a table outside the bakery this morning (Gavroche was highly amused by the name of the place), with coffee and a pile of pastries on a plate, and Éponine was prepared to have a nice leisurely meal with her brother.
That is, until Cosette spotted them and introduced them to her mother, at which point -- even though Cosette was alert enough to not let on that her last name was Thénardier -- Éponine wanted to crawl under the table and die of shame. She had no illusions about what Fantine must have gone through for Cosette's sake, which only made it worse for her, knowing that she and Azelma had been the beneficiaries of it all.
Gavroche took a liking to Cosette immediately, even before she realized he'd been the little boy who was always crying in the inn and went out of her way to be especially kind to him. As for Éponine, she couldn't help but like Cosette's mother despite her guilt, and Fantine -- who must have recognized something of herself in Éponine -- seemed to take care to treat her nicely in return.
So it was still strange, but turning out to be the closest thing to a real family dinner she'd ever had. She knew she'd have a headache later trying to make sense of it all.
[OOC: . . . yeah, just throwing them all in one post so my brain doesn't explode, but open!]
She'd bought him clothes, too, and shoes, even if she knew perfectly well that he would likely have to go away again soon; Gavroche had rolled his eyes at this, but indulged her; he'd never been one to complain when he was alive, and, as he informed her solemnly, he wasn't going to change his policy now. There was an odd sort of pleasure in getting to do this, as if for the first time in her life she could look after him the way an older sibling ought to. The way their parents never did -- Gavroche had done more to look after her and Azelma in the end than they had.
It was odd. For what might be the first time, it felt like they were actually a family.
They had a table outside the bakery this morning (Gavroche was highly amused by the name of the place), with coffee and a pile of pastries on a plate, and Éponine was prepared to have a nice leisurely meal with her brother.
That is, until Cosette spotted them and introduced them to her mother, at which point -- even though Cosette was alert enough to not let on that her last name was Thénardier -- Éponine wanted to crawl under the table and die of shame. She had no illusions about what Fantine must have gone through for Cosette's sake, which only made it worse for her, knowing that she and Azelma had been the beneficiaries of it all.
Gavroche took a liking to Cosette immediately, even before she realized he'd been the little boy who was always crying in the inn and went out of her way to be especially kind to him. As for Éponine, she couldn't help but like Cosette's mother despite her guilt, and Fantine -- who must have recognized something of herself in Éponine -- seemed to take care to treat her nicely in return.
So it was still strange, but turning out to be the closest thing to a real family dinner she'd ever had. She knew she'd have a headache later trying to make sense of it all.
[OOC: . . . yeah, just throwing them all in one post so my brain doesn't explode, but open!]