#anyways. drunk 'ponine for your viewing pleasure

[peoplesing]

éponine open starter.

❝ what does he see in her? ❞ her voice is thicker from drink, lower in her throat; her half-lidded eyes stare contemplatively at the glass bottle she’d already drank three fingers from. her hands lightly drum on the tabletop, impatient; perhaps more at herself, if anything, before éponine speaks again. a nasty storm was brewing tonight, it would seem.

❝ is it her curly hair? her pink cheeks? her wide brown eyes? oh, i could just scratch them out —! ❞ she all but hisses, her voice garbled in her chest, each syllable drowning in gin — and self pity.

❝ i hate — no, i couldn’t hate her — you can find a girl like her down at the docks, any day or night. a bourgeois, two-a-penny thing. she doesn’t know better. ❞ bitterness seeps in, and to chase it she takes half a swallow from the bottle growing more empty by the hour.

she spares a glance across the table, her eyes flickering dangerously in hardened anger and frustration. at least she wasn't alone.

❝ i should really hate him. why is he so blind? i have been a fool. what did i ever do to him, except for care? i don’t understand. i don’t, ❞ she laments miserably, finally passing the bottle over to her companion. ❝ i wish i could make marius see. but he only sees what he wants to. ❞

#éponine — opens. #éponine‚ writings. #fucking with my formatting mildly bc i'm not happy with it #anyways. drunk 'ponine for your viewing pleasure #let her be a bitch! as a treat! #tw alcohol