#filledeunloup

[styleandrhythm]

     Fantine wonders to herself why such a girl should look familiar to her. Certainly there was a time when she knew such people, but she had been younger then. At the time, others must have looked at her and thought that they, too, did not know 'such people.'

          And yet it is unshakable. She has seen this girl.

     "If you don't mind," she begins, perhaps all too suddenly. She starts again, her voice softer. " -- If you don't mind, may I ask your name?"

[tattooedrevolutionary-oldaccount]

✆

✆ for a morning text

[text] good morning beautiful, I miss you- 3 more days till I come home

[withcruelpatience-moved]

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[sunnyboyapollo]

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Send “Penny for your thoughts?” for what my character first thinks about when they see your character.

I don’t like the look in her eyes… is it sadness, anger? Bothered maybe… I can’t tell. She reminds me a little bit of Atlas… her shoulders seem to carry too much, too much for a young human like her. Maybe that’s it…

…her eyes look like mine, they have been through a lot and probably too much… I wonder how she looks when she smiles…

[lapoesiedelamort]

"Kiss me, you idiot."

    "And why would I do that, petit loup?"

[tattooedrevolutionary-oldaccount]

Cinema Sex-

"Why'd you drag me to this stupid movie anyways?" he grumbled. He hated these kinds of movies- 'romantic comedies' ugh, they were painful. Eponine only shushed him. They were seated up in the back, and there were only a few other people in the theater besides them. He leaned in and started kissing her neck

[tattooedrevolutionary-oldaccount]

"Conserve water!"

"Oi!" Bahorel exclaimed, turning around to face the wall. He'd dropped the soap, choosing to cup his crotch with his hands instead "What do you think you're doing?"

[nemorinwithcherrylips]

"I should have known it'd be you."

Leave me "I should have known it'd be you," and I'll generate a number between 1-25 to see how my character would kill yours.

My character goes into a murderous rage and beats yours to death.

This had been an accident. The first two deaths, they were on purpose. They were of anger--he'd been betrayed, and they had suffered for it. He couldn't have known that Éponine would walk in.

He hadn't even seen her, not really. He had noticed another person come in, but he had been so furious and so very blind. He had not known it was Éponine.

Not until it was far too late, in any case, not until he could barely recognize her. It was then that a deep cold settled in the pit of his stomach and twisted its way up through his lungs to his throat. He shook when he reached for her. He begged. Anything--anything, if it would change this.

But she would not answer him.