Library, Thursday (11/6)

[wildandbrave]

Every other book for reshelving this morning seemed to belong in the biographical fiction section, as Cosette noticed after her third trip into the stacks. While that was interesting, she didn’t really think too much of it; she was used to the library having certain themes on her work days.

They did make for something amusing to leaf through, at least; Cosette was content to entertain herself by flipping open the books to random pages just to see what they said, and wonder what the subjects of those books would think of what had been said about them.

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Re: Talk to Cosette [11/6]

[filleauloup]

“What’s this? Stories about people’s lives?” Éponine mustered a brief, raspy laugh of her own and leaned forward slightly to peer at the cover. “They’re interesting enough, d’you know. I’m a bit fond of them myself, but doesn’t that one look absurd!”

Re: Talk to Cosette [11/6]

[wildandbrave]

“Most of these do,” agreed Cosette, disproportionately relieved now that it seemed like the ice had at least for the time being been broken. “More so than the ones that go into the history section.”

Re: Talk to Cosette [11/6]

[filleauloup]

Éponine glanced away again. “I wouldn’t know much about those,” she muttered, “only that they’re much more dull reading.”

Re: Talk to Cosette [11/6]

[wildandbrave]

So much for the ice being broken. “No, I don’t think they’re quite as entertaining,” agreed Cosette, who was still determined to try to be friendly. Then, thinking of Josh’s history classes, “And perhaps they’re not that much closer to the truth.”

Re: Talk to Cosette [11/6]

[filleauloup]

That . . . was less naive than she had expected of Cosette, to tell the truth, and Éponine’s eyes widened briefly in surprise before she laughed again, trying to cover it up. “Either way, isn’t it funny to imagine those people reading what others wrote about them!”

Re: Talk to Cosette [11/6]

[wildandbrave]

“How indignant they would be to find someone claimed they had done all sorts of ridiculous made-up things, or didn’t write them at all like themselves,” Cosette added, laughing along with her. “What if someone wrote a book like that about you, or me?”

Re: Talk to Cosette [11/6]

[filleauloup]

“As if anyone would want to read a book about me! I certainly wouldn’t. And you wouldn’t like it so much either, I’d bet. Lies, all of it, really,” Éponine scoffed mildly, raising her eyes to look at Cosette. She let herself enjoy the moment, because she could afford to pretend for just a second or two that they were on equal groun and she deserved to be here as much as Cosette did, but only for that moment. Deluding herself for any longer wouldn’t do her any good; she needed to leave, now.

“I’ve got to get back to work,” she announced, turning away abruptly, and hurried out of the library without saying anything further.

Re: Talk to Cosette [11/6]

[wildandbrave]

Cosette was both relieved and disappointed by that; it had been nice for a few moments to talk almost like the friends she’d wished they could have been, so many years ago, and not for very long before that hope was dashed. But it was hard to remember that without letting in other, less pleasant memories as well.

“Thank you for bringing the books back in,” she called in the direction of the door as it closed, and with a rueful little shake of her head, settled back behind the desk and resumed her reading.