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]

“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.