Eponine

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[ crystal reed, f, she/her ] whatever you think you know about EPONINE DUBOIS , the 34/210 year old, HETEROSEXUAL, LOCAL, it is likely time for you to start reconsidering. the rumored LIGHT FAYE is often described as GENTLE + HARDWORKING, but don’t let them fool you; they can also be IRRITABLE + VINDICTIVE, which often has them regarded as the STOLEN. they are an OWNER at THREE SPOONS, but it’s also said they are a PRINCESS within the LIGHT FAYE COURT. whatever you hear, you can’t deny there’s more to them that meets the eye, and it’s time we start uncovering the truth.

bio

Full name: Eponine Rose Dubois 

Nickname: Ponine 

Birth date: February 29 1812

Eponine was born in the South of France in 1812, her father a wine merchant, and her mother a writer. The pair hadn't been able to have children before her, and she ended up being their own, and she was lavished with attention for it, and never wanted for nothing. But while Ponine was spoilt she didn't show it, helping her father and the men and women he hired to help tend to their vineyards, and care for the animals that they owned. She especially loved her time in the vineyards, caring for the plants, showing extra care and attention if any were not thriving. 

When Ponine was 20, she accompanied her parents to Paris, her father arranging to meet a buyer. The mood was tense, whispers of protests, but her and her parents couldn't have foreseen what would happen. Angry shouting, gunfire, barricades being erected blocking them down rue Saint-Martin, caught in between a rebellion and the French army. They begged and pleaded to be let out, but Eponine watched as a young man with a gun shot her parents at point blank range, knocking her unconscious as she screamed. 

 When she awoke she was far from the rebellion. Far from Paris even, a woman with a soft face sitting by her bed, welcoming her home. She thought she had to be dreaming, but over the coming days, the truth was explained to her - she was a princess of the light faye court, swapped at birth with the Dubois' child so that she could be raised in luxury, and so the human child could be used as a bargaining chip - it was never explained to her why, or to who, or what became of them, only that the child was a boy. The woman that sat with her was Queen - her mother. She had siblings, apparently, but they were raised in the court, and were younger than her. 

Not only did they bring her home, but it was one of the Queen's guards, on her orders, that her parents were shot. They ensured that everyone thought Eponine had died with them, so as to not cause alarm. Promising that it was for the greater good, but Eponine couldn't see that. She didn't see a mother, she just saw a murderer and a kidnapper. She didn't care what she was by blood, she would never call this woman her mother. Insisting on calling her only "Your Majesty" or by her first name, she begrudgingly stayed, learning of her heritage, of what she could do, and eventually she left the court, moving to Creation Peaks, and insisting on making her name for herself, and not for who her family were, or for the title that she would one day inherit. There were conditions, of course, Eponine being forbidden from leaving unless she had an advisor, Marshall being strong-armed into the position.

 After working at the Three Spoons for a number of years, eventually she took over as owner, insisting on having home grown fruits and vegetables that she would grow herself for their menus, as well as selling the excess to other businesses when available.

personality

sentimental. Eponine has a great deal of affection for the mother and father who raised her, and of her French heritage, stubbornly retaining her French accent, despite not living there in two centuries. She has visited her childhood home once, and though it pained her to find it abandoned, she was able to salvage the wine her father had in the cellar, keeping bottles of it in her own home, and drinking them on her birthday - born on a leap year, she ensures to only drink it on the actual date, so as to make it last as long as possible. 

hardworking. She refuses to let the Queen have any part in the person that she has become, and as such, has worked hard for everything she has, especially her job. When taking over as owner, she even gave the previous owner an entire presentation on why she would be best to take over, despite everyone knowing that she was the best option.

gentle. There are two things that Eponine loves the most in the world, and it’s nature and children - one she doesn’t see that she’ll ever have, and the other that are her surrogate children, caring for her fruits, vegetables and flowers with affection, talking to them and encouraging them. She also has a corner of the diner set aside for children to play while their parents are eating, sometimes taking a break from work to sit and tell them stories. 

irritable. Despite her gentleness, Eponine can have a short fuse when things are getting to her, liking things to be the way she wants them, desperate to maintain control over her life, after the Queen took so much control over her. She expects high standards from her staff, and while she is as patient as she can be with them, if they continue to mess up, she’s liable to snap at them. She also hates any time she spends with the Queen and her other children, still struggling after 190 years to see them as her family.

sullen. Overall, the longevity of her life, plus the pressure of knowing she’ll one day be Queen of a world that she still struggles to see as her own, Eponine can be brooding and sad in her quieter times. Sometimes she longs to be human, to find someone to settle down, have children with, and grow old with. It makes her somewhat jaded and closed off, hesitant to get too close to anyone.

vindictive. Eponine struggles to forgive and forget, apparent in her refusal to forgive the Queen for leaving her in the first place, for taking her parent’s child, for taking her away from them by their own death. While she has little interest of overthrowing the Queen, she refuses to listen to her, or respect her as others do, still searching to find what happened to her parent’s son, despite being told over and over to drop the subject.

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immortalasael​:

“Ah yes, the deputy.” Asael hummed at the mention of Marshall’s name. “You are quite correct about people’s willingness to ignore things they cannot explain. Alas, it is a trait that has only worsened in humanity over the years. Where once the unexplainable and mystical were quick to collect followings and either cult-like or religious shapings; nowadays people would rather just pretend it didn’t exist. A pity really.” He mused with another small, sighing breath. “Perhaps I shall consider this mayoral position a bit more. Mayor Michaels does have a sort of ring to it.” He smirked.

He watched her closely - the way she retreated into herself slightly and the breathing that escaped her as he acknowledged he was prepared for another feeding. Perhaps there was the tiniest sliver of guilt somewhere deep in his gut about the arrangement he had made with the woman, but it was overwhelmingly drowned out by his infatuation with the taste of her blood.

“A trait which I admire about you, Princess.” He gestured lightly towards one of the winding streets that circled back to his manor as she spoke about keeping her word.

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She said nothing, just walked with him towards his manor silently. She occasionally looked around to check if anyone was seeing her with him. She daren’t ever tell Marshall her arrangement with the vampire, she’d kept it secret for long enough, and she was sure he wouldn’t appreciate her risking her life in that way. 

“You only admire it so long as you’re benefitting from it.” She pointed out, stepping inside the foyer of the manor once the door was opened. “I don’t do this because I enjoy it, I do it because it keeps the light faye safe. Though I will remind you as always to not take too much. I don’t want you getting carried away. As old as you are, I’m sure you wouldn’t be able to defend yourself from the full force of the Queen’s court.”

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fayeoflightboi​:

While Marshall hope his words were enough to put Eponine off the trail of his own making, he wasn’t surprised instead it opened the way to more questions. Maybe Eponine couldn’t see it, but she was shaping up in what would be a great Queen of the Light Faye. Let out a shaky sigh, Marshall nodded slowly when asked if the demons could be behind the recent violent tragedies that ha plagued Creation Peaks. “It’s safe to assume so… I am also assuming it’s why Spear has an interest in those mines.” 

Leaning back as his Princess wished of him, Marshall sighed while trying to capture the moment in his very heart. “As you wish, my Princess,” he half teased, half accepted the advise. 

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“What would you suggest then? As a way forward?” She asked, biting her lip and holding his hand. She wanted to believe she could do so much herself, and most things she could. But at the end of the day, Marshall was here to guide her, and she trusted his judgement, even if she didn’t always take his advice. But with demons, she felt out of her depth. “Aside from telling the Queen. If she finds out... “ She trailed off, knowing she didn’t need to say anything else. The force of the Light Faye court coming to town was a last resort.

“If you’re too tired though, we should do this another time.”

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faeriexrings​:

Leaning against his sister he didn’t say anything as he listened to her talk, in a way he felt bad for Eponine, she couldn’t escape the court no matter how much she tried, no matter what she did, she was destined to return to it. 

The kiss to his head made him squirm a bit indignantly, “Hey! I’m not a baby, you can’t kiss me like that anymore.” He complained as he huffed softly before looking away, “I’m not even sure what I’m looking for.” He finally admitted.

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“You’re always going to be younger than me, so yes, you’re always going to be a baby to me.” She teased, ruffling his hair. She still remembered him as the small baby she’d first met, not long after coming to court. Still so angry and bitter at losing her parents, she’d put all her focus on taking care of who she soon learnt was her baby brother.

“You’re looking for a life that’s your own. And there’s nothing wrong with that.” She smiled, looking around the shop again. “This place could be it for you. Then maybe you’ll find someone to settle down with and I can judge them and interrogate them for you.”

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fayeoflightboi​:

Eponine’s hand on his chest and her command were obliged… or so he’d vow before admitting he felt faint. “I don’t know, Eponine…” Although Marshall trailed off at her sternness and confidence. “As you say, Princess.” He almost smiled, but looking into her eyes with the knowledge of what he’d done was proving to be difficult.

For a moment, he paused and let silence sink in between them. He wasn’t stupid though and knew Eponine must be playing patient because she was worried about what he’d lived through while kidnapped. “It’s demons, Eponine… They’re trying to bring the Devil here and from what I gathered? They’re very close to doing so,” he informed her in whispers. “Although the fact that humans were able to stop it is worrisome too… Knowing we’re no better than demons in their eyes.”

“Basil?” Marshall furrowed his brow at the mention of the young Prince. “I was on my own,” he admitted—a little upgrade to his stay for being a willing participant Marshall guessed. “… Not good. We should go look for him.”

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Hearing that it was demons, Eponine let out a heavy sigh, looking down, especially hearing exactly what they wanted to do. It was... overwhelming, but not something she could avoid thinking about. “And yet everyone got away unhurt? What could they want then, if they held people for so long?” She was more asking herself than anyone. “Is it possible their presence could explain other unexplained things we have faced lately? If Spear are human, it’s not as though they could be the cause of them.” 

She rubbed her face, stressed as Marshall confirmed he hadn’t seen her brother, but she shook her head, moving beside his bed and stroking his hair back. “We will do no such thing. I’ll look for him. He’s my ward, and you need your rest. If I need assistance, I’ll call on your brother or your parents.”

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xwolfism​:

status: closed, for Eponine Dubois ( @lechangelin​​​ ) location: three spoons

There was a lot Kaleb was unsure of, a lot of things he needed to figure out even though he had no idea of where exactly to start. However, there was one thing he had no doubts about. One thing that had been clear since the night of the storm and had remain so after. And now that Razor was gone, now that he wasn’t part of the Blood Moon Pack, Kaleb had no reason to question it or hide it. All he hoped for was that things hand’t changed for her during his disappearance. That whether she had planned to leave with him or not, her feelings for him hadn’t been affected.

After reuniting with Kitty, Kaleb tried to wait for Eponine at her house, choosing to stay there since all he got was her answering machine when he tried calling. The wolf wasn’t exactly in a patient mood though, deciding to clean up and go to the diner instead a few minutes later. When he arrived at Three Spoons, he didn’t bother to check if she was alone inside before stepping in, far too focused on Eponine to pay attention to anything else.

When he saw her behind the counter though, Kaleb was suddenly at a lost for words. “Hi…” What exactly was one supposed to say in these situations anyways? “…I wanted to wait until you got out of work but…” A smile curled his lips. “I really wanted to see you.”

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Eponine wanted to believe that Kaleb had to be safe, and while she wanted to seek him out and make sure, she still had to keep up morale, opening up the diner since there weren’t that many people working that day, allowing some of her employees time off to spend with their missing family members. She hadn’t seen Kitty come by, which had become unusual for the younger werewolf, but as she heard the door open and saw who was walking through it... that made sense.

She didn’t move from behind the counter, a little anxious as well, just looking away shyly as he approached. “.... Hi.” She said quietly, finally looking up. It was almost hilarious how meek she seemed, given how confident she normally was. It made her laugh, shaking her head at herself, a small smile at his words.

“You are not supposed to be so suave and flirtatious, you should be resting.” She said, reaching out and squeezing his hand, nodding towards one of the stools at the counter, going to the back and grabbing his favourite meal. Putting it down in front of him, she poured him a coffee as well, suddenly still nervous about the fact that he was here, and what it meant. “Your sister tells me congratulations are in order. I have kept it between us. I believe she would have killed me in my sleep if I didn’t.”

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immortalasael​:

“You wound me.” Asael put a hand over his heart. “Be that it may, that I sought adoration - can we really get upset if the end result was a charitable act taht provided some much needed comfort and assurance for one of the community?” Asael questioned the woman with a small shake of his head at her. “Mayor? The thought never crossed my mind, if I am being honest. There’s that pesky ‘never age’ thing that kind of gets in the way of taking up a public office.. I mean, a Mayor whom never dies? Word would spread.” He shrugged his shoulders slightly.

A slow breath escaped him at her question. “Ah,” He let out. Just the very thought of her blood was enough to send a surge like electricity dancing on his nerve endings throughout his body. “While I wasn’t going to come inquiring for another day or two, now that you’ve brought it to my attention… I most definitely could use that drink.” He stated in a low tone as he turned and looked at her. “You’ll have to forgive me. I’ve been preoccupied as of late.”

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“Me and Marshall have not been discovered yet. With some people, ignorance is bliss. If they see something that doesn’t make sense, quite often they do not question it.” She admitted, shrugging her shoulder. Though neither of them did want a position of power, maybe then it would be different. However, knowing the vampire had no interest in the position either, it made her feel a little better. Bad things could only come from him having influence over the town.

She didn’t look at him as he admitted it was time, sighing softly. It wasn’t something she enjoyed, but it was a necessity - reminding him just got it over with quicker than the anxiety of not knowing when he’d next come calling.

“As have I. Though things appear to be settling down.” She muttered, thankful she’d been by the nemeton that morning. “Let’s just... go to your place and get this done. I am a woman of my word.”

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immortalasael​:

The woman’s quip brought an amused smirk to his lips; curling them as he fell into step alongside her. “You can’t be rid of me that easily, love. I still have a solid few months before this ring of mine needs to be renewed. Thank you for your concern, however.” He mused and chuckled lowly to himself as she continued speaking.

“Whatever do you mean, Princess? That woman’s church was just one of many buildings in this town that suffered some structural damage from the sudden snowstorm. I merely signed a check that would allow her congregation to repair the collapsed hole in their roof. “If lending my excess of fortune to those in misfortune in this city; or to help keep our schools and other public places up to date and renovated makes me a bad person….” He trailed off some. “Well, I’d hate to see the type of person you’d consider good.”

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“You signed the check so that she would adore you, much like you want everyone else in this town to. I doubt someone of your standing would very much care whether a church had a hole or not. Some of us do good out of the goodness of our hearts, not because it makes us popular.” She said, rolling her eyes. “I’m surprised you haven’t run for mayor with an ego your size.”

She looked around to take stock of who was in the park nearby, only seeing a few kids playing, with their mothers looking on. Certainly no one Eponine knew well. Keeping her eyes to the ground as they walked, she cleared her throat. “And when exactly will you be needing your next...drink?” She hadn’t heard from him in a while. It was both comforting and unnerving.

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faeriexrings​:

“Good riddance.” Basil murmured as he dropped the rag and moved to sit down across from Eponine. “Well it’s a good thing he’s gone and I’m glad you didn’t give into him, he sounds like he sucked.” 

Looking away he fiddled with his fingers for a moment before looking over at his sister again, “Do you like it here otherwise?” 

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She leant her head on his shoulder, an arm around him. It’d been too long since they’d spent time together. “It isn’t France, but... the people, the town, everything about it... It is home for me. Very little could have me leave it. When the day comes that I become Queen... I don’t know that I’ll be ready to leave it and return to Court.” She smiled sadly, kissing his head. “I hope you find what you are looking for here, Basil. I really do.”

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faeriexrings​:

“This particular werewolf.. still with us?” He asked with a raise of his brow, “What did he want with you anyway?” He asked as he looked over at her, finally stopping his work on the car. When she reached out and squeezed his hand he smiled, grabbing the rag and wiping his hands again as he listened to her. 

“They will, that much I believe in.” He said as he leaned against the car.

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Eponine looked away, remembering the conversation she had her with the young werewolf soon after the snowstorm. “Non... He is no longer with us. His body was found when the snow cleared. He has a wife in town still, though she has had nothing to do with me.” She explained. “He was a narcissist. He declared himself the new local Alpha, and demanded I reveal my species to him. Needless to say he was... less than happy when I refused to give into a bully.”

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immortalasael​:

“Oh, please, there’s no need for all of that. I was happy to provide the donations your church needed for all of its renovations. It wasn’t trouble at all.” Asael’s accented voice carried as he took the hand of an elderly woman into his own and gently kissed the back of it as the two shared soft laughter. Her church had been just one of many smaller projects he’d donated to in the recent weeks since the freak snowstorm had blown into the area. Now that Spear seemed to be playing the hero and had managed to find the missing individuals from that evening, it seemed people were more eager to finish making repairs and remodels in order to move on from that day.

“Now, do let me know if there is anything else I can do to help, alright? You know where to find me. I’m not that hard to miss.” He joked. His manor wasn’t exactly the most inconspicuous building, after all. He watched her walk off and get into the vehicle with her husband and gave them a small wave before turning and sighing to himself.

Another day and another soul that needed something. It was a sad state of affairs, but honestly throwing some money around here and there seemed to be enough to keep the townsfolk singing his name with praise whenever it came up. That was enough for the elder vampire. His public image was all too important and helped keep scrutinizing gazes from looking in his direction more than they needed to. The vampire turned and strolled down the sidewalk; making a turn and deciding to swing through the local park on his way back towards his side of town.

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Eponine had been walking home from the diner, planning on cutting through the park when she heard the conversation happening, it stopping her in her tracks and she resisted rolling her eyes. She kept her distain for Asael to herself, the people of the town loving him and how charitable and caring he was, so it wasn’t worth trying to turn anyone against him. That, and she knew that if she did, there was a much larger risk. She’d spent a decade keeping her people safe from him, she wasn’t about to throw it all away out of pettiness.

Hearing he was heading in the direction she was already walking she sighed softly, not looking at him as he fell into pace beside her.

“Your daylight ring isn’t being faulty at the moment? What a shame...” She muttered, rolling her eyes. “How you can prey on the innocent in the way that you do is beyond me. She is an old lady, not someone for you to manipulate.”

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faeriexrings​:

When Eponine told him he was home he looked up at her, a weird sort of smile on his face. “I am home and there’s nothing she can do about that.” He said as he stared at his sister before looking back down at the car, “When aren’t we in danger?” He asked as he worked on the car, “Dangerous werewolves, dark faye, monsters in the dark. There’s always going to be something that comes after us, whether it be her or someone else. That’s why we should stick together. Nous sommes plus forts ensemble.” 

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Eponine smiled, looking down shyly. She loved all her siblings, but her soft spot for Basil was an obvious one. “This particular werewolf tried to hurt me during the snow storm, if I didn’t have wolfsbane on me and he wasn’t distracted by something else, he would’ve got what he wanted. And I can handle the dark faye, they’re more an irritation than anything.” 

As the French slipped out of his mouth, she smiled again, squeezing his hand. “Oui, I agree. These have been... very trying months. I only hope things can get better from now on.”

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fayeoflightboi​:

Her touch was warm and filled him with an Order he very much needed. Yet it saddened him. Giving Eponine’s hand an affectionate squeeze, Marshall realized how close he’d been to losing it all… How close he still was to deny her any more contact. “I’m fine,” he promised solemnly, but didn’t lie. In fact, the Light Faye noble believed he was the best treated… Mara did emphasize he was special. Of course, Marshall was also there out of his own accord—even if the trip to where there was continued to be as fuzzy as the Halloween night. 

“You’re home now.”

Marshall held back tears. Maybe this was just temptation and the demons were testing his resolve… except it was exactly for Eponine for whom he’d sacrifice it all. “I was taken by… someone.” He trusted the Light Faye Princess more than his own family, but he didn’t want to worry any of them. “…I think it was that werewolf,” he lied, looking away, unable to look Eponine in the eyes.

His father cursed while his brother exited the room with their mother who was clearly upset. “Dad… go see they don’t start a war again all lycans?” he questioned respectfully—although simply wanted to stay alone with Eponine. Once they were, however, no words came out his lips for a while. “We need to be careful with Spear…” he started, sitting up on the bed. “… I think, with this stunt, they just came out as a dangerous enemy to all supernatural-kind.”

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Eponine closed her eyes as Marshall looked away from her, staying silent and stoic. His words didn’t make sense, knowing she had last seen Marshall just before she had left to meet Kaleb that night. Knowing the reason he hadn’t been there to meet her was because of what became of the Alpha. Before Eponine would’ve called him out on what he said, demanded the truth, but the attack she’d endured from Razor, plus the tremendous loss she almost faced from those missing, she was thinking as a Queen more and more each day. It wasn’t the Wilsons he had to worry about starting a war, Eponine would de-thrown her own mother to take charge of the Royal Guard if it protected this town and the people she cared about.

“Lay back down, you need to rest.” She said firmly, her hand against his chest. “If that’s the case then Spear are human. We observe from a distance, we don’t antagonise, and we form a coalition with other group’s leaders in the area to share information. Nevertheless, right now they saved your life so I can at least be indebted to them because of that.” She paused, remembering the Queen’s last visit to her. The memory of it tensing her shoulders. For once, the Queen had larger concerns than her suitability for a husband.

“Was Basil in the mountains with you? Or with any of the others?” She asked, her voice softer and a little more afraid now. “... The Queen said he left court just before the storms came, he was last seen in Creation Peaks, but he never made it to me. She blames me being a bad influence, of course.”

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faeriexrings​:

Turning to look back at his sister he sighed, “But you didn’t, I’m still here, we all are.” He shrugged before looking away again. As she talked about the Queen caring about controlling what she does, “She can watch all she wants, I don’t care.” He said as he grabbed a tool and began working on the nearest car. 

“If I told you, you’d have made a fuss and I didn’t want it to be a big deal.” He said as he glanced over at her before focusing back on the car. 

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She smirked a little at that, moving forward to ruffle his hair. She admired his attitude towards his mother, it was definitely something he got from her, and she was sure the Queen hated her for it. “Now you are home, she will probably go back to complaining I am not betrothed to anyone. Clearly ruling over an entire species is so easy work, she can focus on such trivial matters. Though I do not feel she’d appreciate my eye is on a werewolf and not another faye.”

She folded her arms as he stayed focused on the car, sighing. “Yes I would make a fuss, there was a dangerous werewolf on the loose, and countless unexplained deaths. If I were not determined to keep the people safe, I would be leaving too.” He didn’t need to know that she nearly had. She assumed that was no longer on the cards.

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faeriexrings​:

When his sister told him not to act cute he gave her a sly little grin and wrinkled his nose at her before suddenly he was being pulled in for another hug, this time getting a kiss to his head that made him close his eyes. 

“The Queen didn’t seem to care where I was going when I made my leave from her presence. But the second I can’t be seen she calls asking.” He laughed, shaking his head as he pulled back and took note of the tears in Eponine’s eyes.

“I am fine, nobody hurt me. It was… just some weird bullshit. I don’t know.” He shook his head once more as he turned back to the car he’d been working on. “I don’t wanna talk about what happened while I was missing, it’s not important.”

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Eponine sighed as he chose not to talk about things, and she bit her lip. “Basil, I nearly lost you, my best friend, and the man I’m falling for, I can’t buy that whatever happened to you all is just ‘not important’. Still she moved back as he went back to the cars, pulling the phone out to text Marshall, confirming that the prince was definitely in town as well.

“The Queen cares about controlling what I do, while knowing she can’t. Why else do you think I was sent here with Marshall as an advisor? She does not trust me being here without the Court, and even then she makes it clear she is always watching.” She explained, finding a stool to sit on that wasn’t completely covered in grease.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? Do you have somewhere to stay?”

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faeriexrings​:

When he’d come to Creation Peaks getting taken hadn’t been something he’d had in mind, but he’d stayed quiet, kept his head down, and he hadn’t make any trouble, nothing like his usual self. He’d managed to scape by and then once they’d all been released, well it did nothing to ease his confusion but he thought it better not to question it. 

As he worked he heard the door open and when he looked up he barely caught sight of the sight of dark hair before arms were thrown around him. 

The French tickled his ears as he snorted before pulling away and glancing down at his own appearance, “Qu'est-ce que vous attendiez? Tenue royale?” The language flowed easily off his tongue as he moved towards the back. 

“Cleaning up is easier said than done, Ep. We’re surrounded by motor oil, grease, bikes and cars. Nothing in this shop is clean or sterile I’m afraid.” Even as he spoke he worked on wiping any excess grease from his hands with the cleanest rag he had at his disposal and walked back towards her.

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Hearing the French made her smile shyly, never prouder of her efforts in raising her little brother than when he spoke to her in her mother tongue, though she also knew that he knew it was her weakness, and precisely why he’d often pull it out. She’d momentarily forgotten her worries and frustration, though they soon returned.

“Don’t act cute with me, Basil.” She sighed, moving towards him once he wiped off as much as he could, wrapping her arms around him. She closed her eyes and sighed, kissing his head, saying nothing for a few moments. “The Queen told me you were not at Court. That you were seen soon before the storm, and when I couldn’t find you...” Tears pricked her eyes. If she hadn’t had Kitty to keep an eye on, she would’ve lost her mind at the fear of losing literally everyone she cared about.

“Did... anyone hurt you? Are you okay?” She asked, checking him over for injuries, or anything he wasn’t telling her.

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Eponine had spent much of the time that people were missing stressed and overwhelmed, desperately trying to keep morale up through the diner, but with Kaleb and Marshall missing, it had been hard. Only made harder when she was summoned to speak to the Queen, the woman demanding to know where the Prince was, that he was last spotted entering the town before the snowstorm hit, and hadn’t been seen since.

After getting confirmation once the captured were all released, and seeing an advertisement for a new mechanic shop offering to help people with their vehicles following the bad weather she raced there, sighing when she spotted the familiar outline.

“Mon petit monstre, I nearly had an heart attack.” She sighed, moving to hug her brother before she saw the grease on his overalls and she wrinkled her nose. “At least clean up before we speak?”