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jehan
Date: 2015-11-07 01:35 am (UTC)---
Adelais was growing quickly. She'd continued to learn to babble, to refer to her father as 'papa' and was learning the difference between Louise and Eponine, and how Eponine was 'maman' and Louise was 'Loo'. The entire house had fallen under her spell, even Serge, as she sat on his lap and tried to grab at his nose.
Eponine and Jehan had been working together to get along. Thibault's death had helped the two of them become more along the line of friends and partners than before. This had thrilled Josephine, as the matriarch, who, patient and kind, had been helping Eponine with various lady-like tasks. Of course, Louise and Serge still hated the woman that had come into their lives, the whore, the cow, the slut, they called her behind her back, no better than a dog. She would continue to butt heads with both parties, especially when her daughter was regarded. However, some things would never change.
But others, other things were. Josephine's health had taken a turn for the worst lately, hardly leaving her bedroom. A local doctor had been summoned and he, gathering the family in the sitting room, had to tell them the bad news. It was unlikely she would make it.
duckhater
Date: 2015-11-07 01:39 am (UTC)james
Date: 2015-11-07 01:42 am (UTC)neighbor
Date: 2015-11-07 01:56 am (UTC)"M'sieur?" She asked, remaining in her blood-stained rags. She'd brought them back to the now-abandoned Gorbeau House, making Marius as comfortable as she could. Cosette was gone. But she was here. She was alive and she was here with him. He'd be thankful, she assumed, when he awoke, that she had saved him, and love him for forever. Of course, how was she to know he wouldn't remember her? She held his hand, as he began to stir. "M'sieur, do you wake?"
Alain
Date: 2015-11-07 02:08 am (UTC)Peter Parker
Date: 2015-12-01 06:37 am (UTC)[Claire is laughing, scrambling to reach for the camera before Peter can snatch it away from her.] I should be not surprised that you have Polaroids laying around.