I only own Marcy
After the scene with Fantine in the green room, Marceline had shaken off any self-pity or doubt. She hated coming off as a sob story when there were so many less lucky than she was. The group living with her were prime examples. The half-Scott shook her head as she watered her Fox's glove. Why did she continue to mope when they were out of those situations? Well, mostly, on Jean's part. She sighed, picking one of the lovely blossoms, carrying it to the kitchen and filling a thin vase.
As she set the lovely bloom on a counter, there was a knock at the door. The brunette couldn't be sure where here housemates were, but the lack of footsteps led her to assume they hadn't heard the knock. She hurried to the door, smoothing the fabric of her gown before pulling the door open. A middle-aged officer nodded.
"Evening, madam."
"Good evening. Is there a problem?" She asked simply, the French accent coming less easily from lack of use.
"I certainly hope not, miss. There is a little girl and baby at the station asking for you. She was found lost on the street and said she was coming to this address." Marceline nearly choked on her breath.
"Brown hair and pretty eyes, about yea tall?" She asked, placing her hand just above her hip.
"Aye, miss. You know the girl?"
"Yes. Give me a moment and I'll be along to collect her."
"Alright, miss." He tipped his hat and returned to his horse. Marceline watched him ride away for a bit before closing the door and tearing through the house, leaving a note for Jean before racing back to the front and mounting a horse.
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When the Scottish woman reached the station, she jumped off the horse and ran for the door with a vengeance. She was, at that moment, a force to be reckoned with. The man who had come to her door was waiting for her and quickly led her to another room.
When the girl's eyes met hers, Marceline nearly broke down.
Eponine's dress was torn, and there was dirt and blood that faded from dustings to caked-up scabs of red-brown mud. Her cheek was swelled and had a light purple bruse that was revealed by the tear tracks through the grime. In her arms she held a swaddling cloth that was also dirty and dark brown. The woman ran to the child, falling to her knees before her and took the girl in her arms.
"Eponine, dearie! What happened to you? You look a fright." She stated, wiping tears and gunk from her face.
"I-I was... l-looking for you..." she chattered out. She clutched the bundle tighter to warm up. Marceline took the girl in her arms and kissed the tears away.
"Don't you worry, dear. I'll take you home and-"
"No! I can't go home! Not after-!"
"Sh sh sh sh sh, Eponine. My home, love." She explained, pressing a finger to her lips to quiet her. The nine-year-old nodded gently and gripped her sleeve with one hand, the other remaining tight around her bundle. A soft whimper escaped the blanket and Marceline jumped. Cosette patted the top of the blanket wad and cooed affectionately.
"Who's this?" Eponine smiled ever so slightly as she peeled back the blankets to reveal a sleeping child.
"This is Gavroche, my little brother." Marceline smiled and caressed the child's face.
"Marceline?" She snapped to attention and was met with familiarly luminescent blue eyes.
"Hello, Francis." She smiled at the blonde man, taking him in. He was in his uniform and looked as handsome as ever, but said uniform and hair was damp and slightly muddied, and he seemed to be shivering. His lips had the slightest blue tint to them. "Are you alright?"
"Oh, fine. Javert had us out looking for that escaped convict. Two-four-six-oh-one? And my horse threw me into a pond." She shifted Eponine to one arm and pulled a cloth from her shoulder.
"Poor baby." She mocked, wiping some mud from his face and moving some dripping strands of hair out of his eyes.
The blonde smiled sheepishly and glanced at Eponine. He took her free hand in his and kissed it.
"So we meet again, petite mademoiselle?" The child giggled and blushed. The adults smiled fondly at the her before looking at each other.
"Are we still on for Thursday?"
"Did I lead you to believe otherwise?" she teased, moving a bit more hair from his face. Francis rolled his eyes and chuckled, bowing slightly.
"You did not. I shall see you then, Miss Angevine." She nodded, standing a bit straighter.
"Until then, Monseur Bonnefoy."
I have no excuse for missing last week besides my own lazyness. I'll see if I can't update twice this week to make up for it. And keep in mind, I love reviews. They turn my world. So if I don't get any, I might hold a chapter ransom. Just saying. Review!