Amanda--an 18 year old art school student who fancies herself something of a Jehan Prouvaire. Enjoys books, anime, and watching her favorite characters die in horrible ways. Please refer to me as "your majesty." (Sometimes I write things)
In which Cosette is a photographer and Eponine is a writer and they fall apart before they fall together.
(“What happened to Marius?”
"I like kissing you better.")
Cosette knows her father never liked Eponine, but when Eponine kisses her she can’t bring herself to care (maybe pissing off her father makes her happy). And if a certain dark haired girl shows up more and more in her photographs, well, Cosette will say that there’s something to the way the girl’s fingers curl around a spine of a book. It’s half the truth.
Eponine likes waking up with Cosette. It’s easy. They tangle their legs together and share cigarettes. It doesn’t matter that she has class in an hour, or that Cosette has a shift at the coffee shop. It’s just them. Eponine likes having something all to herself for once (she keeps her stories with blonde haired angels to herself).