Different worlds collide. Often unexpectedly, sometimes unconventionally. These worlds can be extremely contradictory, others can be complementary. Most of all these worlds come together in a blaze of fire, seeming as if they can't coexist, but in fact they do. Instead of competing against each other, they instead emerge from the flames as one.
They first met when she burst into the Musain, hair settling into a wild mess around her face, framing it perfectly. Her brown eyes blazing with anger as they searched the room. They had finally settled on a messy head of brown hair before she spoke. "Courf. I told you to not bring him here." Her tone was a deadly calm, which, combined with her piercing gaze, was enough to render a grown man speechless and fearing for his life. Courfeyrac visibly shrank into his chair, giving the small boy beside him a fearful glance before turning his head slowly towards the formidable young woman that had, by now, crossed the room to stand in front of him. She looked down at him, mouth set into a grim line with a disapproving look. The group of friends surrounding them had all grown quiet, curious to see what would happen. Courfeyrac laughed nervously "'Ponine, has anyone ever told you look magnificent when you're angry?" She simply raised an eyebrow. "Seriously, you look amazing." The small boy next to him sucked in a breath, waiting for her answer.
"Would you like a ladder?" She asked, hands coming to rest on her hips.
"What would I need a ladder for?" Courfeyrac questioned in confusion.
"You need one to get out that hole you're digging. It's really getting quite deep." She answered, watching him visibly wince. "I can't believe you brought him here after I specifically told you not to!" She exclaimed incredulously.
"It won't do him any harm 'Ponine. We only talk about what's wrong with the world."
"You only talk about what's wrong with the world." She clarified, voice rising higher with indignation. "Gavroche is ten! He shouldn't have to worry about this stuff, he's a child. Half the things he knows he shouldn't know anyway..."
"Mademoiselle?" A voice called.
"He came home the other day spouting some crap about the poor needing to be saved..."
"Mademoiselle." The voice interjected again.
"Which is bullshit by the way, because I for one do not-"
"Mademoiselle!" The voice boomed.
She whipped around, addressing the man who had just spoken"Ugh what? Got a problem with me criticising your cause bourgeois boy? Look at you going on and on about the unfair distribution of wealth when all you do is prance around in your designer clothes playing soldiers."
"I do not prance." The man ground out.
She stepped up to him then, seemingly giving him her full attention. Raking her gaze over him, making him thoroughly uncomfortable, she took in his blonde curls, piercing blue gaze and stoic expression which was slowly beginning to fail to cover his emotions. She looked up at him then, locking her brown eyes with his blue ones. So many secrets her eyes held, so much loss and hatred for the world she was forced to survive in and he was mesmerised. He wanted to know what she was hiding and she stirred a curiosity in him that he hadn't felt in a long time. "Then tell me bourgeois boy, what do you do?" When she was met with no answer, she smirked. "Thought so."
He snapped out of his reverie "Thought so? What do you mean thought so?" He asked incredulously.
"That lack of an answer, Monsieur, was the best answer you could have given me." He stood, mouth agape, completely speechless.
She stood there with a triumphant grin on her face, revealing her dimples to him when he decidedly thought that this was the most infuriating woman he had ever met. Momentarily, she was distracted when the drunk in the corner called out: "'Ponine you've broken Enjolras!" The room erupted into laughter.
"I'm sure he'll recover Grantaire." She chuckled and suddenly turned, fixing her attention on Courfeyrac and the small boy, Gavroche, pointing an accusatory finger first at Courfeyrac saying "If you ever bring him here without telling me again there will be consequences you do not wish to imagine." She now pointed her finger at Gavroche "And you. If you ever go against my instructions again and convince the idiot sitting next to you, to bring you here without my permission again, well, you know what will happen." She smiled sweetly at them.
"Oh 'Ponine you wound me. How could you be so harsh with your words?" Said Courfeyrac, clutching his chest dramatically, the dark haired woman in front of him beginning to laugh at his antics.
"You know I love you Courf." She chuckled. "Gavroche we need to go and don't even think about complaining." The small boy huffed in annoyance but otherwise stayed silent. "Right, we are going. Bye!" She called as the pair made their way towards the door.
"Bye!" The whole group chorused as Enjolras looked around the group in confusion.
"You alright there Chief? You look a little lost." Courfeyrac questioned.
"I'm perfectly fine, why wouldn't I be?" Enjolras said frowning.
"Well that was the first time I have ever seen you speechless, it was very surreal."
"Shut up Courf."
"She had an effect on you."
"She did not."
"She rendered you speechless. I just witnessed a miracle!" Courfeyrac exclaimed.
"Are you quite finished?"
"For now, I suppose." Courfeyrac replied, grinning
There was a long pause.
"Who was she anyway?"
"Oh, that was Éponine."
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