Sorry, sorry. Life caught up to me. And I have no plan for how I'm going to parody 'Music of the Night', so this chapter might be complete crap too. Sorry.
Darci the Thespian-Ah...huh...*doesn't remember what questions she asked*
Mars-*eye roll*
Mars Again-*eye roll*
Guest I-Thanks! I'm pretty sure 'Masquerade' is going to be the really fun one, though...not sure...
Om-Ah well. Does that mean I'm getting weirder? Don't answer that; I know the answer.
Double Trouble-Yay, a new reader! Uh, I didn't exactly update soon, though...speaking as a Cosette-lover and rabid-Raoul-fangirl, I don't really understand how anyone could hate either of them...I mean, liking Éponine/Erik better is fine, but hating them? I guess other people see them differently...
AJ-I was on my way to being addicted when you arrived and then I was like, "Hey, someone insane! Like me! I'm definitely sticking around."
AJ Again-*sob*
Guest II-Um...this was two and a half weeks late, but...I'm updating! *awkward smile*
Marius and Éponine had arrived at a small, cozy, (albeit stinky) home-ish place covered in candles and stuff on the side of the sewer. Éponine hopped up and, as aforementioned, swooshed off her cape. Epically. Marius looked from her to the river of sludge and back, gripped the side of the boat, and elected to stay in the boat.
Éponine, staring at Marius, began another song. Marius groaned. Her voice was so raspy and terrible and drunkardly. Who would ever give her a song all to herself in a world-famous musical?
Oh. Right.
"Nighttime, sharpens, hightens each sensation! Darkness, stirs and, wakes imagination! Silently the senses abandon their defenses..."
Marius and I were relieved that Tim Rice was proving relevant to the situation so far.
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor! Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender!"
This was getting boring, Marius decided. He stood up and peered over his shoulder to see if he could find the way back. Éponine grabbed his chin and pulled him towards her. "Turn your face away from the garish light of day! Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light...and listen to the gunshots in the night."
Marius had a derpy expression on his face as he followed Éponine around.
"Close your eyyyyyyes and surrender to your darkest dreams! Purge your thoooooooughts of the life you knew before! Close your eyes, let your spirit start to sooooooar!"
Marius cringed as Éponine tried and failed to hit the high note.
"And you'll live as you've never lived before..." She took a deep breath.
"LOUDly, CONFUSINGly, gunshots, they will whaaaaaaaaaaaaack you! NATional! GUARDSmen! Trying to attaaaaaaaaack you! Open up your mind, and admit that you're resigned to this darkness that you know you cannot fight...the darkness of the gunshots in the night!"
Seriously, there were, like, a lot of candles here, guys. All different. All lit. Marius wondered if the Phantom had a fear of the dark.
"Let your miiiiind start a journey through a strange new world! Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before! Let your soul take you where you long to beeeeeeeee!"
Marius tried to raise an eyebrow in a way that meant, My soul longs to be upstairs eating dinner with Cosette, kthnxbai, but Éponine apparently didn't get the message as she gazed at him, enthralled.
"Only then can you belong to me..."
Éponine came towards him. Marius edged away slowly, but she grabbed him and stared into his eyes. "Floating, falling, sweet intoxication...touch me..."
No thanks.
"...trust me..."
Definitely not.
"...savor each sensation!"
I'm trying to be polite but I'm JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU! Please take me back.
"Let the dream begin!"
Talk about guns again! You're freaking me out!
"Let your darker side give in!"
I don't have a dark side! Seriously! My goal in life is to repay my father's debts!
Alas, Éponine was privy to none of these thoughts. "To the power that you know you cannot fight...the power of the gunshots in the night!"
Marius nervously followed Éponine as she showed him...
OH MY NAPOLEON!
Marius conked out.
Éponine picked him up and dumped him unceremoniously next to her bed, where she could stare at him as he slept. She softly sang, "You alone can make my bullets take flight...that sounds weird...help me make the music of the night."
That was such utter crap I'm going to do another scene. Yay.
BARRICADE FUNTIMES
Montparnasse was scaring the heebie-jeebies out of the Barricade Boys. He had an old blanket on his back like a cloak, and snarled at them. "Like yellow parchment is her skin..."
Some of the BBs ran away.
"A great black hole serves as the nose that never grew..." Courfeyrac looked up curiously. Montparnasse continued, "You must be always on your guard...or she will catch you with her—"
He found the blanket yanked off his back by Gavroche, appearing suddenly. He sulkily wiped the last traces of fuzz from his suit as Gavroche said, "Those who speak of what they know...find too late that prudent silence is wise FORESHADOWING FORESHADOWING Montparnasse, do hold your tongue...and keep your hand at the level of your eyes!" Gavroche yanked a noose around Montparnasse's neck and left the scene as the dandy and the revolutionaries stared after him, shaken.
Guys, I don't know what to say. I'm just really, really sorry this chapter was so bad.