Marius had made extravagant dinner plans with Cosette, which absolutely, irrevocably would have been the most romantic evening of both of their lives. Courfeyrac has insisted that the backyard of his extravagant townhouse was the best spot; it was quiet and secluded and there was a grand tree in the back that created an absolutely lovely breeze. Courfeyrac would know, after all, having romanced quite a large many of people there. And so, naturally, Marius had asked Eponine to come over and help him prepare, setting up a picnic table for the main event. All that was left was to string lights along the back wall of the person who lived behind him's shed to create a magical feeling in the yard. That's when everything went wrong.
Perhaps trying to put another string of lights at the very top of the shed wasn't the smartest of ideas for this unfortunately uncoordinated boy, who ended up taking quite the tumble from the roof and to the grass below, landing squarely on his hand. Some basic first aid and a deeply apologetic cancellation phone call to Cosette later, Marius sits on a bench of the picnic table, facing the house, and grinning sheepishly up at Eponine as he adjusts the ice pack on his bruised hand.
"Well, at least it's not --" he begins, stopping to wince, "-- it's not broken, I don't think."
To be fair enough, if Marius hadn't sabotaged his own romantic date, Eponine would have done it for him. Bitter and petty? Oh, yes, how did you guess? But it was shocking, how time and time again he could ask her to do things like this, and think she was okay with it. Not realize how much hurt was in her eyes whenever he turned his back. That she could stand by his side, telling him how great an idea was, but in the same breath making backhanded complements about the object of his affections.
But then Marius had fallen off the roof, and well, that took care of that.
Now, Eponine had Marius to herself for the evening, playing doctor, tending to his injuries. It was like the set up for a bad porno. Awesome.
"Maybe. Does it hurt to move?" She knew more about common injuries and how to fix them then she should have. Gently, she placed her hand on top of his, trying to feel for broken bones, but mostly, just desperate to touch him.
"Hey, on the bright side, we don't have to let the wine go to waste tonight," she offered with a small smile. Cosette wouldn't have appreciated the wine, anyway. She would.
It would truly be terrible if Marius had so much as an inkling of the hurt he was causing. And yet -- he's as stereotypically oblivious to the world as his blonde hair would suggest. It'll likely be his fatal flaw one day, but for now, he's content with the idea of spending time with his friend, that she's just as happy about it as he is.
Well, happy until her touch sends a jolt of pain through his hand and he grits his teeth to prevent an audible reaction, flinching as he tugs it back towards him. But he'll try to move his thumb so he can answer her question, only a tiny bit. "A little," he admits. The ice pack goes right back on the swollen and bruised part of his hand.
"I think Courf would kill me if he knew he went through all that trouble to get his favorite kind of wine for it to sit there, so we may as well," Marius decides with a dejected sort of nod.
What would he even do, if he realized? Eponine didn't want to know, didn't want to see it. Yet at the same time, she longed for the day that he looked at her, and realization dawned in his eyes that oh. This was the girl in love with him. The girl who had always been there. It's a damn strong sort of love, the sort that will let you sit and watch your best friend fall in love with someone else.
"Sorry!" She gasps as he tugs his hand away from hers. "Then you may have broken something. But you can still move it, so that's good... Get Joly to look at it tomorrow or something." Joly was cool. Ish. He brought her food some mornings when she was really hungover and was blabbering to him about wanting to kill herself. Which was pretty cool of him.
"So, you, me, bottle of wine, icing your fingers. It'll numb the pain- trust me on that one." Rising to her feet, she marched over to the place where the wine had been set in an icebucket and started with the uncorking process.
What would he do? It's hard to say. He loves her unconditionally, despite their stark differences, as only a friend can –- but he simply couldn't be in love with her. It's sad what a difference one word can make. It would quite possibly break his heart just a bit to know the pain he'd been causing her unknowingly.
"It's just. sore. is all," Marius manages, frowning slightly. It's likely that he just has a terribly low pain tolerance, but regardless, he'll set off for Joly's place first thing in the morning.
He'll watch her as she sets off to ready their wine, adding, "I'm all about numbing the pain right about now. Thanks, Eponine."
Stark differences? Well, that's one way to put it. He had everything she'd always wanted and lacked. So, that certainly was a difference right there. And what's stupid is she knows that he can't be in love with her. He has Cosette. He has people that deserve love and adoration. And Eponine doesn't. No way, no how. But she loves him. And she always will. No matter what.
"And bruising and swelling something awful, sure," she says, finishing uncorking the wine. She takes a great pleasure in pouring herself and Marius two glasses, glasses that had been set aside for Cosette, and bringing them over.
"Good. Few people know how to do it better than me." She punctuates this with a sip of the wine. Shit, this is good. So much better than her usual 2 buck chuck. "Well, except maybe Grantaire."
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PONTMERCY!
Date: 2013-12-27 06:39 am (UTC)/pontmercies off into the distance
Date: 2014-01-02 05:45 am (UTC)Marius had made extravagant dinner plans with Cosette, which absolutely, irrevocably would have been the most romantic evening of both of their lives. Courfeyrac has insisted that the backyard of his extravagant townhouse was the best spot; it was quiet and secluded and there was a grand tree in the back that created an absolutely lovely breeze. Courfeyrac would know, after all, having romanced quite a large many of people there. And so, naturally, Marius had asked Eponine to come over and help him prepare, setting up a picnic table for the main event. All that was left was to string lights along the back wall of the person who lived behind him's shed to create a magical feeling in the yard. That's when everything went wrong.
Perhaps trying to put another string of lights at the very top of the shed wasn't the smartest of ideas for this unfortunately uncoordinated boy, who ended up taking quite the tumble from the roof and to the grass below, landing squarely on his hand. Some basic first aid and a deeply apologetic cancellation phone call to Cosette later, Marius sits on a bench of the picnic table, facing the house, and grinning sheepishly up at Eponine as he adjusts the ice pack on his bruised hand.
"Well, at least it's not --" he begins, stopping to wince, "-- it's not broken, I don't think."
awww yeahhhhh
Date: 2014-01-02 06:01 am (UTC)But then Marius had fallen off the roof, and well, that took care of that.
Now, Eponine had Marius to herself for the evening, playing doctor, tending to his injuries. It was like the set up for a bad porno. Awesome.
"Maybe. Does it hurt to move?" She knew more about common injuries and how to fix them then she should have. Gently, she placed her hand on top of his, trying to feel for broken bones, but mostly, just desperate to touch him.
"Hey, on the bright side, we don't have to let the wine go to waste tonight," she offered with a small smile. Cosette wouldn't have appreciated the wine, anyway. She would.
i barely remember how to pontmercy AND YET. pontmercy.
Date: 2014-01-02 06:42 am (UTC)Well, happy until her touch sends a jolt of pain through his hand and he grits his teeth to prevent an audible reaction, flinching as he tugs it back towards him. But he'll try to move his thumb so he can answer her question, only a tiny bit. "A little," he admits. The ice pack goes right back on the swollen and bruised part of his hand.
"I think Courf would kill me if he knew he went through all that trouble to get his favorite kind of wine for it to sit there, so we may as well," Marius decides with a dejected sort of nod.
it happens. and you do it brilliantly.
Date: 2014-01-03 12:05 am (UTC)"Sorry!" She gasps as he tugs his hand away from hers. "Then you may have broken something. But you can still move it, so that's good... Get Joly to look at it tomorrow or something." Joly was cool. Ish. He brought her food some mornings when she was really hungover and was blabbering to him about wanting to kill herself. Which was pretty cool of him.
"So, you, me, bottle of wine, icing your fingers. It'll numb the pain- trust me on that one." Rising to her feet, she marched over to the place where the wine had been set in an icebucket and started with the uncorking process.
oh, youuuu. :')
Date: 2014-01-05 07:36 am (UTC)"It's just. sore. is all," Marius manages, frowning slightly. It's likely that he just has a terribly low pain tolerance, but regardless, he'll set off for Joly's place first thing in the morning.
He'll watch her as she sets off to ready their wine, adding, "I'm all about numbing the pain right about now. Thanks, Eponine."
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Date: 2014-01-06 02:07 am (UTC)"And bruising and swelling something awful, sure," she says, finishing uncorking the wine. She takes a great pleasure in pouring herself and Marius two glasses, glasses that had been set aside for Cosette, and bringing them over.
"Good. Few people know how to do it better than me." She punctuates this with a sip of the wine. Shit, this is good. So much better than her usual 2 buck chuck. "Well, except maybe Grantaire."