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( Much love from Abby! Hope you're doing well, and of course, hope you're still writing! )
Hi there. I don't remember who you are, Abby. I don't RP anymore on Tumblr because I'm far too busy with work IRL. But hope you're good!
(still that anon) It's such a pity that you don't roleplay anymore. You write lovely and I wish you'd roleplay on tumblr again when you can :) Hope all is well :)
Aw, anonymous! That's very sweet but I work 40+ hours a week full time in the evenings now and the rest of my time is pretty full as well. Thank you for the compliment though, I appreciate it.
do you still rp?
Hello anonymous! No, not really anymore in this fandom. Or anything on Tumblr. I don't have the time anymore and as such I would feel terrible trying to half-heart attempts. Thanks for the question, though. Have a good day.
Brief review of the revival of Les Miserables on Broadway
(will put under a cut tag…though really there’s not any spoilers…)
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Reblogs myself....then disappears into the ether. Peace out people, have good summers!
nessiethropp replied to your post:((Waves hello. Disappears into the OOC night. I...
((Oh, I hope you are too! :)
((I am! Just keeping busy with RL work and such. No time to write Sam and no inspiration but I'm glad you've kept up with Nessa.))
((Waves hello. Disappears into the OOC night. I hope you are all well. I have a new job and no time for RP! But I hope you're all doing well!))
((Pops back in for a second to say, I've been very ill with various flus and dental surgeries. I just wanted to wish you all a very joyous holiday season and a superb new year. I still don't have time for Sam anymore, unfortunately but I do miss you all that I wrote with. Take it easy, I still love you all.))
((Okay I forgot to mention this in my OOC leaving post, but if you want to keep in touch somehow, I have an OOC tumblr. All you have to do is send me an ask and I'll give it to you. Keep in mind though that unless you really love Laura Marling, Keira Knightley and/or James McAvoy, you might not find it to your liking. Okay, cheers, time to re-generate. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.))
Important OOC announcement.
For a few months now (as I’m sure some of you have noticed), the quality of my replies has significantly dropped off. I basically write with a handful of people now and today when I woke up, my muse for writing Samuel completely disappeared. I’ve struggled with him for a few months now (and he’s my only muse on Tumblr, so this is a bit sad) and no longer can write him at the quality I would like to write him at.
Therefore, I am apologizing but this is the end for Samuel Gray. I know some of you might be mad at me, because you enjoy writing with me but if I were to write Samuel now all the replies would come out forced and horrible. I’d rather stop writing him now before it becomes even worse.
I want to thank all of you for accepting Sam and giving an OC a chance. I still very much love Les Miserables and look forward to its return to stage in 2014. But this is the end as I said. I’m sad because I’ve written him for over 10 months in this form but all good things need to come to an end.
Special thanks to: eponinetheunafraid/theintrepidpoet, une—petite—beaute, labelleclemence, littleyouknowlittleyoucare, anastasiemartais, simply-lesmis, themanofonebook, labelleclemence, corbellus, madelinedelacourt, yourworshipleia, with-adreamyfarofflook, nessiethroppp, onlydustandshadows, ask-monsieur-marius, raincanthurtmenow and anyone else I’ve written with these past months.
Takes a bow and exits stage right.
Important OOC announcement.
For a few months now (as I’m sure some of you have noticed), the quality of my replies has significantly dropped off. I basically write with a handful of people now and today when I woke up, my muse for writing Samuel completely disappeared. I’ve struggled with him for a few months now (and he’s my only muse on Tumblr, so this is a bit sad) and no longer can write him at the quality I would like to write him at.
Therefore, I am apologizing but this is the end for Samuel Gray. I know some of you might be mad at me, because you enjoy writing with me but if I were to write Samuel now all the replies would come out forced and horrible. I’d rather stop writing him now before it becomes even worse.
I want to thank all of you for accepting Sam and giving an OC a chance. I still very much love Les Miserables and look forward to its return to stage in 2014. But this is the end as I said. I’m sad because I’ve written him for over 10 months in this form but all good things need to come to an end.
Special thanks to: eponinetheunafraid/theintrepidpoet, une—petite—beaute, labelleclemence, littleyouknowlittleyoucare, anastasiemartais, simply-lesmis, themanofonebook, labelleclemence, corbellus, madelinedelacourt, yourworshipleia, with-adreamyfarofflook, nessiethroppp, onlydustandshadows, ask-monsieur-marius, raincanthurtmenow and anyone else I’ve written with these past months.
Takes a bow and exits stage right.
Important OOC announcement.
For a few months now (as I'm sure some of you have noticed), the quality of my replies has significantly dropped off. I basically write with a handful of people now and today when I woke up, my muse for writing Samuel completely disappeared. I've struggled with him for a few months now (and he's my only muse on Tumblr, so this is a bit sad) and no longer can write him at the quality I would like to write him at.
Therefore, I am apologizing but this is the end for Samuel Gray. I know some of you might be mad at me, because you enjoy writing with me but if I were to write Samuel now all the replies would come out forced and horrible. I'd rather stop writing him now before it becomes even worse.
I want to thank all of you for accepting Sam and giving an OC a chance. I still very much love Les Miserables and look forward to its return to stage in 2014. But this is the end as I said. I'm sad because I've written him for over 10 months in this form but all good things need to come to an end.
Special thanks to: eponinetheunafraid/theintrepidpoet, une--petite--beaute, labelleclemence, littleyouknowlittleyoucare, anastasiemartais, simply-lesmis, themanofonebook, labelleclemence, corbellus, madelinedelacourt, yourworshipleia, with-adreamyfarofflook, nessiethroppp, onlydustandshadows, ask-monsieur-marius, raincanthurtmenow and anyone else I've written with these past months.
Takes a bow and exits stage right.
Eponine smiled and kissed him. "I would love for you to read to me." She smiled. "Maybe we can take turns reading?" She suggested, taking his hand. She lead him back up to their room. Once Fiona figured out where they were going she ran ahead and jumped on the bed. "How is that not adorable?" Eponine giggled as the puppy burrowed under the blankets.
She changed quickly and got in bed, sitting down in the middle. She pulled their book out of her night stand and waited for him to join her. Fiona curled into her side and fell asleep, snoring lightly.
Eponine yawned and cuddled into him when he got in with her. "Will you start? I can't promise that I'll be awake for long."
Sam watched Fiona hop on the bed. "Clearly she's determined to become a part of this family," he said as he began to undress and he glanced over at her. Although she wasn't showing yet, he noticed slight changes to her figure. That didn't bother him at all. She looked beautiful to him.
He nodded at her. "Alright, I can do that." He finished getting undressed and walked over to the bed and took the book from her and he looked at Fiona somewhere in between the both of them. "Looks like Fiona will keep us from a proper amount of sex," he laughed quietly.
He put his arm around her shoulder and began to read the story. His voice was low in her ears and he yawned.
Eponine smiled and kissed him back. “Hurry back love.” She told him. She sat up and let him get up with Fiona. She lay down where he had been sitting. She pulled the blanket off the back of the sofa and waited for them to come back. She yawned and tried to stay awake.
She smiled when Fiona came back and curled up with her. “Cold nose!” Eponine buried her face in the blanket. She sat up when Sam said that he had something to tell her. He definitely had her attention. “What is it?” She asked, drawing him down next to her.
She listened, nearly tearing up when he told her that he loved her more than ever and that she was his reason for coming back. She smiled and hugged him. “I love you so much. I always have and I always will.” She said. She kissed him again and wrapped her arms around him. “I have no greater joy than going to sleep and waking up next to you everyday.”
When she embraced him, he took a moment just to stand there and enjoy her company. That was all he ever really wanted. Fiona even left them alone for a second so he could just hold her. They would be okay, they had for so long now that even when moods happened and small disagreements, they got by. "Would you like me to read to you tonight?"
He asked this question because he had been used to doing that. "Or maybe you would. We can read to our baby," he put his hand against her stomach. "You know they hear. I heard that and classical music is good for the baby."
He kissed her forehead sweetly and was glad now the house was quiet once more. He liked their friends but he liked spending time with her more.
Eponine smiled when he told her that he was happy. That was all that she wanted. She wanted to make sure that he was happy. They both deserved it at this point. She kissed him back slowly, resting her hand on his leg. Fiona jumped up on the couch with them and crawled into his lap. She pawed at his pants a few times before laying down.
She laughed and scratched her ears. "Don't get too comfy little one. You still have to go back outside before bed." Eponine told her. That seemed to make her only dig into his lap further. "Do you want me to take her outside?" She asked, looking up at him.
Eponine's lips felt warm upon Sam's and he returned the kisses lovingly. Gently he ran his fingers to hers and gave them a squeeze before Fiona interrupted and he just laughed quietly. "I'll take her out. You already did once, it seems only fair." He worried about her being outside in the cold so much, she had been shivering before. He didn't want her to get sick.
He leaned over and gave her another kiss. He felt Fiona's paws and he lifted her up with his hands before he put her on the floor. Then Fiona started to bark. "I guess she has to go now. I'll be back soon," he slowly stood up and then went to get Fiona's leash and she ran towards him. It seemed strange but he looked longer at Eponine because the man in that second loved her so deeply. All he had wanted was to fit in and have a family. Now he had that. It hit him.
He put Fiona's leash on and left the house. He let her walk around and then he came back in and took her leash off and ran towards Eponine. "Eponine, there's just something I have to say to you." He pulled off his coat and he approached her back on the couch.
"I love you more now than even two hundred years ago. I never thought I'd find someone to give me a family. You are my home, my family. I--" he started to get emotional and he calmed himself down. "You gave me the reason to come back."
Eponine sighed and leaned back into him. She turned around to look at him. Even though her hands were wet from the water she put her arms around him. “Of course you’ll be a good father. I know you will be. I have never in the entire time we’ve been together, worried about what kind of father you would be.”
"I worry about my parenting skills. You know what my parents were like. I don’t want to repeat their mistakes." She told him, turning back to the dishes. She felt horrible, and hoped that tomorrow would be better for the both of them.
Once the dishes were done she looked down at Fiona, remembering to feed her. She put a cup of food in her bowl and sat down on the sofa, with her head in Sam’s lap. “You’re happy right?” She asked.
Her wet hands actually felt good against his cheeks. He had been so stressed out with everything and he worried about how his stress was affecting her. "You always assure me. I believe that you will never be like your father or your maman. You are are too good for that and you won't wind up making the same mistakes. Look at how far you've come, Eponine. The Patron-Minette are long gone and your parents and their schemes don't matter anymore."
He did his best to assure her and he wiped his hands with a dishtowel. "Yes, of course I'm happy. I've never been happier," he walked over to the sofa and sat down with her and pushed her hair back. "Do I sound unhappy? I promise you I am. We have so much to be happy for," he reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze. He kissed her on her lips and lingered.
"You know, I used to want this so very much. To simply look in your eyes. Now that I have it, I feel very lucky," he leaned down and kissed her once more.
She relaxed once everyone was gone. She started to clean up when he spoke. “I’m sorry, I thought that’s what we talked about.” She sighed in frustration. “I’m so sorry. I just need some sleep, of course we can talk about it. Please don’t be upset with me. We can wait if that’s what you think is for the best.”
She put all the dirty dishes by the sink. “You cooked, I’ll clean.” She told Sam. “I’m sorry, I can’t do anything right today.” She frowned as she turned the water so, starting on the dishes.
He stepped forward and just wrapped his arms around her waist. His hands gently went over her stomach softly. "Shh, that's not true. I'm not mad. I just don't want you to be disappointed if an owner comes around for Fiona," he whispered and did his best to soothe her. "I just want to be good that's all. I worry about that when it comes to fatherhood," he finally admitted.
"You know my parents died before they had a real chance to raise me properly." He moved his hands under the water and helped her clean some of the dishes. "I worry I'll turn out like my Uncle...or worse," he sighed softly. "I'm sorry if I've been really horrible to you today. I didn't mean anything."
Eponine yawned and nodded at him. She smiled idly until he mentioned dessert. She laughed and shook her head at him. “It’s alright.” She said, putting her hand on his knee. She laughed when Enjolras scolded Grantaire. It was just like old times.
She got up off of his lap when Courf said that they were going to go. “I could use a nap.” She giggled, hugging him and Jehan. “We should probably go too.” Enjolras said, as he stood, helping Grantaire to his feet. “Be careful.” Eponine whispered as she hugged Enjolras.
He watched as everyone started to leave and eventually he stood up when Eponine did as well. "Thank you for all coming," he shook hands and patted them all on the back. Everyone thanked Sam for his generosity along with Eponine and it brought a smile to his face. When everyone left, he turned to face her.
"Well, that was certainly a success. Although I wish you would have told me about what you wanted to do with Fiona," he started to clean up the plates. "I mean I would appreciate in the future if you tell me what you want to do with our dog...if she stays our dog."
He carried the plates to the kitchen.
