The Bare Crudity of an Ugly Soul

Thénardier, in particular, was troublesome for a physiognomist. One can only look at some men to distrust them; for one feels that they are dark in both directions. They are uneasy in the rear and threatening in front. There is something of the unknown about them. One can no more answer for what they have done than for what they will do. The shadow which they bear in their glance denounces them. From merely hearing them utter a word or seeing them make a gesture, one obtains a glimpse of sombre secrets in their past and of sombre mysteries in their future. ((Indie Les Mis RP blog))

[poisonouschicken]

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[maitretmaitresse]

@imaconjustlikeyou liked for a starter

          A sucked in cheek, a small hand on a slightly curved stomach. A man of the house sitting beside the fire.

                  An announcement to be made.

          Beatrice heaved a heavy sigh. She’d just gotten Eponine down for the night. Most of the sober innmates had crashed for the night and the drunks had yet to arrive. It was now or wait until the next day.

                  “Gaspard, ma puce?” She slipped her way into his lap, those tiny hands knitting themselves together behind his neck in that way which made a man feel like he was the only one in the world that mattered. She’d always had a way, if not with words then with actions.

          After all, she’d been able to snag an officer.

                  “I’ve got somethin’ t'tell you, and I’m not sure you’ll like it.”

          It hadn’t been so long since little Eponine was born, after all - she was barely standing up in the cradle and still seemed more than content at her mother’s breast.

[imaconjustlikeyou]

                   The daylight had made him weary, though he had not been awake to see much of it before the sun had set.  Regardless, there was a natural fatigue that seemed to envelop the innkeeper.  

                  This was of no surprise.                     But of course, he knew the remedy, the cure for lethargy.  Why, give him an hour with a bottle of wine  gin  mead whatever spirit was at hand and he’d be as spry as he was two five fifteen years ago.  

                 He had only begun closed his eyes when there was a voice calling his name. As he opened his eyes, there was his darling.  Quickly his mind became flooded with excuses and wit, a swindler’s instinct.   Had she come to recruit him into watching the child?                   Had he done something wrong?                                     Was there something he forgot?                                                       Was there something to celebrate– 

His hand had taken to stroking her thigh and he only seemed to notice now.  What questions and concerns he had had only moments before seemed to fade, his mind occupied by the warmth of her body against his.  

               “Oh?” His brow furrowed for only a second but a second too long.  He was always able to conceal his thoughts and concerns from the outside eye, but when it came to her, he seemed to lose his grasp.  This woman made him forget to put up his defenses. But lingering on her comment a moment, he could only assume the worst.   And in such cases, he resorted to avoiding the topic–                     “Now what sort of news is this?  Has someone broken into the cellar again?  That’d be disturbing news indeed.”  

[imaconjustlikeyou]

{ooc}

Changes are happening.  I’m finally back.  

[imaconjustlikeyou]

“Oh, what would I ever do without my dear, dear, sweet children...”  Perhaps, he’d manage to have some form of wealth for once.

[sxns-peur]

❝Are you a lesbian?❞ ((Thenardier is a horrible father))

“Well, you’re half right…”

[imaconjustlikeyou]

“Half right means I’m wrong.  I had a wager with your mother and she said you were bisexual.  Looks like I’m out twenty francs.” 

[imaconjustlikeyou]

[Punching symbol]

✖ punching them

“Was that entirely necessary?” the innkeeper asked, irritation evident in the way his brow furrowed.  Luckily Claquesous hadn’t used enough force actually harm him but he couldn’t help but rub at the sore area of his chest from the man’s strike. 

[imaconjustlikeyou]

the mun's interpretation

♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character?

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✘ Any unpopular opinions about your muse?

♧ Any part of their canon portrayal you dislike?

☯ Is your muse liked or disliked by fandom? Does this affect your portrayal?

♢ What's your opinion on different interpretations of your muse?

✦ Has your own interpretation changed from when you first began playing the character?

✍ Has new canon material ever forced you to adjust your headcanons?

✎ What do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse?

✿ Why did you decide that they [insert headcanon here]?

❀ Share a headcanon you have not shared.

[imaconjustlikeyou]

SEND A SYMBOL FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS:

▼ kissing them

♢ stabbing them

♞ shooting them

✖ punching them

➶ slapping them

☠ poisoning them

☎ hugging them

☂ picking them up

✗ bringing them alcohol

✣ bringing them food

☯ coming home late

♀ proposing marriage

[imaconjustlikeyou]

SEND A SYMBOL FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS:

▼ kissing them

♢ stabbing them

♞ shooting them

✖ punching them

➶ slapping them

☠ poisoning them

☎ hugging them

☂ picking them up

✗ bringing them alcohol

✣ bringing them food

☯ coming home late

♀ proposing marriage

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[imaconjustlikeyou]

“I don’t suppose if I asked you to rob that friend of yours that you’d actually listen to me, huh?” Of course he was talking about the boy that lived uncomfortably next door.  Thénardier had not even bothered to learn the young man’s name.

[sxns-peur]

“He ain’t got nothin’ to rob, anyways. Students are poor.” She explained as gently (as gently as a Thenardier could) declining.

[imaconjustlikeyou]

“That’s a shame.  He seemed the rich type,” the old man huffed as he returned his focus to his pipe, taking a few puffs before speaking once more.  “What’s his name anyways?”

[imaconjustlikeyou]

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“I don’t suppose if I asked you to rob that friend of yours that you’d actually listen to me, huh?” Of course he was talking about the boy that lived uncomfortably next door.  Thénardier had not even bothered to learn the young man’s name.

[imaconjustlikeyou]

Like for a Starter

So I’m going to try and get back into this blog because I miss this blog so much. 

[whereistheganja]

[sxns-peur]

"Stole ‘m off someone I danced with at a club. They’re the fancy kind. I like them, they don’t scratch." she held it between her teeth to talk, then lit herself up. "And yes, I am talking about Supermodel of the World."

[imaconjustlikeyou]

“That boy does a damn good job of staying out of trouble, sometimes.” He laughed and placed the cigarette between his lips, almost mimicking her actions previous.  Taking a long draw, he let the smoke fill his chest before blowing it out slowly through thin lips.  “Has he been givin’ y’trouble much, Ponine?”

[larebelleenrouge-deactivated201]

“Have you ever thought of joining us?” She is not in her regular mood, quite on edge from some of that day’s earlier dealings. “Or maybe, have you thought of moving, so you weren’t anywhere near here?”

[imaconjustlikeyou]

“Yes I have.  And I immediately laughed at myself for being such an idiot.”   Perhaps he could have done without the insult, but if she was going to argue pointlessly, he would do so as well. “I don’t know what sort of rich, upper class swine you come from but it’s not so easy t’just up and leave on a whim.  B’sides, I was livin’ here before you decided to stir things up with the cops, makin’ my life a living hell.”

[sxns-peur]

"Tell that to your little pretty boy," she beat a pack of cigarettes against the table and offered him one. "Norman fuckin’ Bates is too eager to kill he doesn’t think about evidence half the time."

[imaconjustlikeyou]

"Tell me you're talkin' about Parnasse."  Confusion wove its way into his features as he stared at the girl and the cigarettes.  He took one, running the paper beneath his fingertips and taking a whiff of the tobacco.  "Where'd you get these?  Surely y'didn't buy 'em–"