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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it happens. and you do it brilliantly.
"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. :')
"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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"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."