Curls, great sex, cuddling, his own masochism. She wasn't about to complain, as, despite previous chair-hitting antics, she had allowed herself to fall in love with this man. And was better for it.
"Oui, of course," she says, and continues at the cutting. There isn't too much left to do now, but she's meticulous at getting it all the same length.
Eponine hadn't had luxuries, either. Perhaps, when she was a child, and had indeed had dolls and dresses and kittens. But when she'd grown, they'd all been stripped from her, and she slept beneath bridges and hallucinated from hunger. Death had been the best option for her, and she had welcomed it with open arms.
Then she'd woken up here.
"No, but, did you never pretend to be a mother to them? Or to speak to them as if they did speak back? There was much fun in that, for me as a child. Another sort of companion. It may be my childhood speaking for me, to find them so wonderful. Now, I do not know what I would do with one, save admire it."
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"Oui, of course," she says, and continues at the cutting. There isn't too much left to do now, but she's meticulous at getting it all the same length.
Eponine hadn't had luxuries, either. Perhaps, when she was a child, and had indeed had dolls and dresses and kittens. But when she'd grown, they'd all been stripped from her, and she slept beneath bridges and hallucinated from hunger. Death had been the best option for her, and she had welcomed it with open arms.
Then she'd woken up here.
"No, but, did you never pretend to be a mother to them? Or to speak to them as if they did speak back? There was much fun in that, for me as a child. Another sort of companion. It may be my childhood speaking for me, to find them so wonderful. Now, I do not know what I would do with one, save admire it."