Eponine can feel Marius's arms around her, holding her close, keeping her safe. She smiles up at him, even as her eyes flutter shut and she exhales her last breath, going limp in his arms ( Read more... )

The noise around is defeaning. Marius still isn't entirely sure what he's doing here with them, but he's told them he'd be there for them. And he owes it to Eponine - he has to fight for her, and for the chance to see Cosette again. Then it hits him. A sharp pain, and then ... Nothing ( Read more... )

She doesn't really remember what day it is, or what time. All she knows is that she's spinning, away from Henry, away from her family, away from whatever she was in the past. The drugs cause that--her club and party-hopping are an escape, a distraction from the fact that she doesn't know if her mother will ever be okay, or if the ECT will work ( Read more... )

Enter a rather punk-rock looking young woman, holding a large guitar and looking very confused. She peers out at the ocean, blinks surprisedly, and shakes her head. "Would anyone mind tellin' me what the hell's goin' on?" she finally says, a rather displeased frown forming on her face. "Gazza and I were just playing, and now he's gone, and I ( Read more... )

She is quiet as she walks in, not quite sure of where she is. Looking around the room she feels a cloud of confusion fall over her. The room she sees is a far cry from the sterile white room of the hospital that she had not moments before been in. The harsh smell of ammonia and starch is gone, instead there are the everyday smells that are soft and ( Read more... )

It was just another day, really. He said his goodbyes to Alison in the morning, headed off to work in his Range Rover, and tried to call Mimi. He really hadn't heard from her since Angel's funeral, and while it wasn't entirely unsurprising to find Mimi had skipped off on him -- well, to be honest he was a little worried. He wanted to think that she ( Read more... )

She is preceded by the unmistakable clicks of an assertive high-heeled stride. The deck door gives easily, and she sighs as she steps outside -- electric blue tights, ruffled black denim skirt, and a turtleneck the same deep purple as the heels, spangled with yellow-sequin flowers. "Mimi, I swear, if you do not fix that lock ( Read more... )

If he's been here before, Armand doesn't remember. He remembers many things involving prison and a confused night at the seashore in France. The slight, dark-haired young man stands at the rail, looking back along the ship's wake. Last he knew, he was on The Daydream, Percy's yacht, heading back to England with his sister and her husband. Now, he ( Read more... )

After the New Year's Eve party, Grantaire methodically drank his way into the deep slumber of the heavily intoxicated. When he eventually found his way back to consciousness, he decided some sort of proclamation or announcement was in order. So he made his way slowly up... up... up... And when he got to the crow's nest, he began to sing. There's ( Read more... )