No. Not at all. You can...be whatever you want to be. Your choice.
[She could be an alien from a planet where they have three heads for all he cares. He has nothing to do with her choices, and his personal judgement has no part in what he thinks about the profession of others.]
Well, then, well, now, let's...let's head there right away. I would like a drink myself... [He pauses, before offering his elbow for her to take. That is what gentlemen do, right?]
[She laughs - out of sheer giddiness more than anything. If her Mama could see her now. If Montparnasse could... well, it is perhaps well that he cannot see her now. She takes his arm gingerly]
Where is good to drink here? Cheap and strong, I like it. I don't care about the taste.
There are several places. Several, yes, so...really quite a lot of choice. The nearest one, well, probably we'll go there. Cheap there, too. Not really into walking too far...
[He walks forward with her, out of the cemetery and towards the city.]
Forgot the name, though. But I know the place. The...location.
Monsieur? Are you quite well? I don't mean the impertinent but... you seem to have a trouble? You don't have to tell me, like. But, it is a favour I can do for you, you know?
[She snorts regretfully.] I don't have such a thing. I am just a woman with wings, I am afraid. But you know this place is not so bad? It is only silly things like wings and that. I don't care if they give me wings. They are pretty, no?
[He repeats that, but he says it as if he's confirming it to himself. Yes, he is...sad. Depressed, mostly. Why wouldn't he be? He's a monster stuck in a world far from his own, which is, in all accounts, dead.]
Ah, well, I suppose, I...yes. They are. [Can't lie about that.] But it would be one thing if we had the changes, yes, but...we do have to eat human beings to survive. Can't...we can't escape that.
[His eyes are terrifying and Eponine's step falters, and very, very nearly, she goes to wrench her hand from his. But she stops herself. She's a monster too, isn't she? What right does she have to judge him, or even be afraid?]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
JUNE ARRIVAL - THREAD WITH EPONINE
No. Not at all. You can...be whatever you want to be. Your choice.
[She could be an alien from a planet where they have three heads for all he cares. He has nothing to do with her choices, and his personal judgement has no part in what he thinks about the profession of others.]
Well, then, well, now, let's...let's head there right away. I would like a drink myself... [He pauses, before offering his elbow for her to take. That is what gentlemen do, right?]
Re: JUNE ARRIVAL - THREAD WITH EPONINE
Where is good to drink here? Cheap and strong, I like it. I don't care about the taste.
no subject
[He walks forward with her, out of the cemetery and towards the city.]
Forgot the name, though. But I know the place. The...location.
no subject
[She walks in silence for a bit.]
Monsieur? Are you quite well? I don't mean the impertinent but... you seem to have a trouble? You don't have to tell me, like. But, it is a favour I can do for you, you know?
no subject
[But as she speaks, he understands what she's getting at. He gives her a casual shrug.]
I...don't know. I'll have to think of it. Maybe tell you later. Well, unless you can return me home, but...don't think any of us have that power, no.
no subject
[She gestures at the shadow.] You seem sad.
[She snorts regretfully.] I don't have such a thing. I am just a woman with wings, I am afraid. But you know this place is not so bad? It is only silly things like wings and that. I don't care if they give me wings. They are pretty, no?
no subject
[He repeats that, but he says it as if he's confirming it to himself. Yes, he is...sad. Depressed, mostly. Why wouldn't he be? He's a monster stuck in a world far from his own, which is, in all accounts, dead.]
Ah, well, I suppose, I...yes. They are. [Can't lie about that.] But it would be one thing if we had the changes, yes, but...we do have to eat human beings to survive. Can't...we can't escape that.
no subject
[Eponine looks decidedly alarmed. She had been pulled from Ryslig before she could find out about the changes really.]
I am not doing that. That is disgusting.
no subject
[He looks over at her, his white eyes wide. Almost soulless.]
We all do, at some point.
no subject
I won't. I'm not doing it.
no subject
[He frowns, though he doesn't particularly mind that she almost pulled away from her.]
...Anyways, let's not. Ah. Talk. About such things, let's not discuss this. It will happen but it...try not to think of it now.