did you walk through walls till you had to crawl?

[jondrette]

What: Éponine is sent scouting to try to see the extent of one revolutionary's charity, and figure out if there's anything worth looking into further.
Where: The apartment of Michel Enjolras
Who: Enjolras (revolutionnerons )
Verse: idek somewhere in canon?

It was a standard errand. Scope out a target, see what there was to see, and if there was anything worth stealing. As such, it was Eponine that was sent on most of these, being by far the most non-assuming member of Patron-Minette, and, as her father said with a sneer, the most likely to garner sympathy. The use of the word 'sympathy' had turned a few ears, but Thenardier quickly assured the assembled gang that this was a special sort of mission, and he'd chosen the target on purpose. He'd seen him about, passing out pamphlets, trying to garner support for his cause. A rich boy, judging from his clothing and the way he spoke, and Thenardier wanted to know more.

So the task had been set to Eponine, once the location of his home was acquired. Go to him. Look as sad and pathetic as possible. Learn about him, learn what he has, and hopefully get some food for everyone out of it. Easy enough, and as her mother had quipped, not even she could mess it up.

She was about to make for the door when her father stopped her and approached her. Without warning, he took a swing at her, hitting her across the mouth. She staggered, bringing a hand to her lips to draw back blood. "Go on, it makes you look all the more pathetic. Get out of here," was all her father said.

She did not keep pressure on her wound and slowly bruising mouth as she walked to the apartment, rather, letting the blood drip down the front of her humble chemise. She knew how to play this game, and she hated it. Hated asking for charity. She was still old enough that she remembered what it was like to have money, to scoff at those who had begged at their doorsteps. Still old enough to remember the wretch of a girl her family had fostered. She was like her, now. But here, the stakes were higher.

Eventually, she made it to the building and began to slow her walk, taking the time to draw her shawl closer around herself. Her face was already dirty enough, so she started to shiver, coughing into the crook of her arm before rubbing furiously at her eyes to make them red. By the time this transformation was complete, Eponine was at the top of the stairs, and knocking at his apartment door.

"M'sieur! M'sieur! Please, you have to help me!" She cried, doing her best to keep her voice sounding as though she'd been running, despite her leisurely pace. "Please, let me in!"

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[jondrette]

That drawer... Something to keep in mind.

"Then what is it you would have me and my family do, m'seiur? I am only a girl, I have no power against these men that would use me and my family so. I have tried before, and you can see the result of such attempts, I need not show you any more." She wiped at her eyes again.

Then, he said the magic words. Buying her supper. She looked up at him, her eyes wide in gratitude. "Oh, m'seiur! You would do that for me? I could not thank you enough. There truly are good people left in Paris! You are sent from God himself!" She moved forward, off of the chair to fall at his feet. "I do not have much I can offer you, except myself, in gratitude. If you would have me." It was all part of the show. She was accustomed to such articulations, and did not hesitate to say it. There were all sorts of currencies, she'd learned at a young age, and money was only one of them.

[revolutionnerons]

Enjolras had to wonder why, especially if the child considered herself so powerless in the situation, the father didn't have more to do about this. Perhaps he was ill. Or not a physically imposing man. A million and one valid reasons stretched out before him. But he hated excuses. Still. Where he could rail against his friends for providing them, it would not do to insult the poor gamine.

"Take comfort, for now, knowing that there are men who will fight for you and your kind," he said, folding his arms again. "Your life will not always be so dark, madamoiselle. For now, though..." He straightened, stood. "I can at least -"

And clattered back against his desk, as she threw herself at him. His face soured and flushed, at once. His turn, now, to shrink back like she might try to grope for him. "Please get up," he insisted, through his teeth. "Your gratitude is more than sufficient. This is so unnecessary."

[jondrette]

His actions did not go unnoticed by Eponine, even from her position on the floor. He was awkward, terrified, even angry, from where she could see. And so she took her cues from that.

Whimpering slightly, she withdrew, her eyes on the floor as she leaned against the chair, unable to bring herself to sit in it. "I'm sorry, m'seiur, I did not mean to anger or displease you. Please, don't hurt me. I'm sorry!" Perhaps that would turn him sympathetic once again, less disgusted with her and her offering.

She would not deny he was handsome, though. If he'd taken her up on it, she would have had little to complain about.

[revolutionnerons]

"Hurt you?" Enjolras might as well still have been perched on the edge of his desk, but his hands were kept very much to himself, the whole time. Lest the confused girl's pleas become more desperate. And he scoffed, forced himself to unclench every muscle in his body that had tensed, recoiled when she fell upon him. Even if she did mean him harm, she would not be able to put up much of a fight. Supposing the absolute worst.

Which he was trying not to.

As hesitant as he was, though, to give her anything to latch onto (and, no specific offense to the child, he often had a - slightly less violent, albeit - reaction when Grantaire did the same to him), Enjolras offered her his hand. "Please. You do not need to prostrate yourself. I have no intention of hurting you."

[jondrette]

She nodded mutely, still withdrawing into herself, her eyes on his hand as though it would jump out and hurt her at any moment. "Yes, m'sieur, I'm sorry. I don't mean to offend you-- it's just that is what happens so often in my life. Even if I offer, men will take what they want from me. It is an inevitability, I have come to learn. I do not mean any offense."

She swallowed, rising to her feet with more help from the chair than she needed. "You've already showed me a great kindness in letting me into your home. I should be worried that there would be some sort of catch. You truly are as good a man as they say you are, m'sieur." She offered him a broken smile.