Happy Spaceversary!

[but_civilization]

CHARACTERS: Combeferre, Eponine, and YOU. Seriously. It’s a little party to celebrate Eponine but anyone is welcome!
LOCATION: Chez Combeferre and Eponine
WARNINGS: Probably schmoopy coupley stuff but nothing else so far! I’ll update as it progresses!
SUMMARY: Eponine’s been here a year! Combeferre’s prepared food with no one dying! There is cake! It’s a day of miracles!
NOTES:



It had taken a bit of maneuvering around the ship, and sneaking through kitchenette cabinets on several levels to find the ingredients he needed, but Combeferre was determined to do something nice to celebrate a very special occasion, indeed. It’s been a year since someone special walked into his life, and showed him how to be happy, once again. As of the latest Jump, he’d been reminded of it, and had been working on ideas and tracking the supplies down in slow increments so that it could be a complete surprise.

Now, though, he’s about all set. The recipe he found has been prepared, he followed all of the directions and didn't get distracted, and, since the microwave was not involved, the biggest problem he had was the mess he cleaned up before decorating his masterpiece. And afterwards, actually. The kitchen counters may still be a little sticky, in spots, even though he wiped them down quite a bit when everything was completely done.

Now, as Eponine comes back into their quarters, and if any other friends should happen to want to join them as well, he has a special surprise prepared. There’s a somewhat lopsided cake, along with a bottle of decent wine, and a pitcher of kool aid all arranged on the clean desk in their quarters. Beside the wine, there is a lumpy little package wrapped in a spare pale blue handkerchief and tied with a ribbon Eponine can use in her hair later. Inside there is, well, not much, but it’s something he’s made all the same, pilfering threads from various places around the ship, and it does prove the thought, at least. Lastly, there are wildflowers, picked from the Oxygen garden and arranged in an old wine bottle, for a bit of decoration.

A banner proclaiming the legend “1 Year!” is taped to the wall above the desk, and Combeferre is standing near it, smiling and setting out a mismatched assortment of cups and saucers that serve as plates in case someone else happens to drop by. For the meantime, everything is fine though, and he’s waiting, eagerly, for Eponine’s arrival, though anyone is welcome to stop by the impromptu party all the same.

Comments

say hello to the anniversary girl!

[jondrette]

for Combeferre

She hadn't really even realized it had been a year since she'd woken up here, since she'd felt Marius' lips on her forehead, since she took the bullet for him. Time here moved differently, and she'd be wrong to say she trusted it. Jumps came and went, and with the exception of Courfeyrac, they all remained here.

Unaware that there was anything special going on, Eponine had made her way to the library, giving Combeferre plenty of time to ready the cake and the room for her party. It wasn't until she returned, half of her hair pulled up in another ribbon (she had quite the collection, as it were), that she knew anything was going on at all.

"Michel!" Eponine gasps the second she steps into their room and sees the banner. No more than a moment after, she's at his side, arms around his neck as she speaks between kisses: "Michel, what is it you have done, you strange, strange man!"

For anyone else

Eponine is convinced nothing can go wrong today, and she's nothing but smiles and cake. Smiles, cake, and wine. Proudly wearing her new bracelet, Eponine is happy to tell anyone who asks just how much she loves her boyfriend. But, please, bring your own wine. This one is hers.