I only own Marcy.
Marceline had returned home as quickly as possible with the children, carefully cradling the babe as they let the horse trot home.
"Is this your horse?" She asked.
"Aye. His name is Hamish." She confirmed, stroking the stallions mane. Eponine glanced at her and followed her example.
"I've never ridden a horse without a saddle." She admitted, careful not to lose balance.
"We'll have to train you up a bit, then. Bareback is the best way to ride in my opinion." She informed her. Eponine nodded as Marceline led the horse into the small stable. After helping Eponine down off Hamish and removing the reins, she scooped her back up and carried both children into the house.
They entered the sitting room to find Jean and Fantine playing a card game. Fantine smiled and waved as Marcy set Eponine down and drew a heart around them. The brunette took the baby boy from his sister and grabbed her hand as Fantine stood abruptly in shock, drawing Jean's attention to the woman and children who had entered.
"Marceline, where were you?" He asked, unworried. She adjusted the child in her arms.
"Had to pick sumthin' up." She stated offhandedly, carrying the kids into a different room. Fantine followed and helped her, no questions asked. She swaddled Gavroche in a warmer blanket and cooed softly at him. Both children were well behaved and quiet.
And this worried Marceline greatly.
She did not pry as she washed the dirt from the child's body and face. Both were completely silent until Marcy had finished brushing out Eponine's dark locks.
"Are yeh alright, lass? Ye'r scarin' me a bit." The girl nodded and watched a flower on the table in front of her sway in the slight breeze. Marceline sighed and pulled the girl into her arms, sitting cross-legged on the bed spread. Eponine initially tensed at the touch, but relaxed as a feeling of safety washed over her and finally returning the hug.
"Yeh know ye can tell me anethin', right? Ahm no' gonna be mad 'r nothin." She consoled the child, running her fingers through midnight-black hair. "Yeh've got nothing' teh fear from me."
Eponine nodded in understanding, burying her face in the Scott's shoulder. "Not now. Tomorrow?" She mumbled. Marceline smilies and made a noise of confirmation, pulling the girl ever closer and humming.
The sun'll come out tomorrow.
Bet yer bottom dollar tha' tomorrow
There'll be Sun.
She stumbled over the quiet words, her accent making them awkward on her tongue.
Just thinkin' about tomorrow,
Clears away th'cobwebs and the sorrow,
Till there's none
When Ahm stuck with a day,
Tha's grey,
An lonely
I just stick out my chin
An' grin
An' say
Th' sun will come out
Tomorrow
So yeh gotta hang on 'till tomorrow.
Come what may.
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
I'll love the tomorrow.
Ye'r only a day away.
Sorry for the shortness. I'll make it up next week. So yes, as promised, the littlest Thenandier is back! Next week bring the explanation for her reappearance and Marceline and Francis's date. Reviews are love!
Also, I didn't get any feedback on Javert's redemption story. So... no one wants to hear about that then?
