Eponone/Mr Croup

[julietveiled]

She was dirt and filth and grime and the stench of the sewers; his bright eyes sought the gold under the muck, but for once to cling to, not destroy.

(explanation: a while back, manon dared the community to write eponine/mr croup. having finally re-read neverwhere, I did it. happy new year, photowriters.)