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[weneedasign]

 [There's the sound of a guitar coming from the amphitheater early in the morning. It's nothing special, just a few simple chords to warm-up being done over and over again with the occasional pause.

For those that plan to investigate they'll find Enjolras sitting in one of the first rows playing. By his side is a notebook, the page covered in words that have been furiously crossed out and a letter beneath it.

He's not exactly in the mood for company or to talk, but he won't turn anyone away if they want so feel free to come bother him.]

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[ospreyed]

[Eponine is drawn to the sound of guitar, this time, luckily, she's not about to send any knives through it. Sorry she's still forever not sorry at all. And she's not even sorry about that.

When she sees that it's Enjolras, she moves a little faster, a little quieter to come take a seat next to him, just enjoying listening to him play.

Then, after a few minutes, she speaks.] I've been clean for four months.

[weneedasign]

[He catches Eponine's approach out of the corner of his eye, but continues playing. The simple warm ups turn into a mindless melody, he's not sure exactly what it is.

It's only when she speaks that he pauses, turning his head to give her his full attention and...

Well. That wasn't what he expected her to say. Enjolras was sure she would never acknowledge that given she didn't choose to be sober. Still, the statement makes him nod.]

Would you smack me or roll your eyes if I tell you that - regardless of how it happen - I am proud of you for that?

[ospreyed]

Yeah, probably. [She has to admit, scuffing her feet in the dirt. She's short enough that sitting on the steps, she has to sit at the very edge in order to have her feet touch the ground.

Hands jammed in her pockets, Eponine shrugs, not looking at him.] But, uhm. Thanks. It just... it fucking sucks. I miss it, y'know? I miss it so fucking much. And it's not like I can even jump off the wagon given that I'm cursed.

But, I don't know.

I thought I should let you know. [Since Charlie was back in New Jersey, and she knew how important Enjolras was to that kid.]

[weneedasign]

I'll risk it then. Because I am proud.

[He sets the guitar on his other side, listening to her words.]

I'm not sure it would help, but why not find something else to focus that need into? I know some people turn to art to fill a void. [Aka, healthy hobbies).]

Thank you for telling me.

cw: talk of suicide

[ospreyed]

[And just for that, she rolls her eyes. She would push him, but she can't really summon the energy.]

Yeah, let me take up knitting or something.

You're welcome...? I don't know, Enjolras. This whole thing is just... it's taking everything out of me. I'm hardly sleeping, barely eating. I don't even really want to fuck Dave. [And she still wanted to kill herself.]

Re: cw: talk of suicide

[weneedasign]

I hear knitting is suppose to be very therapeutic, actually. [Frown.] I have no idea why, but it's what I'm told. My mother use to knit when she was stressed.

[He doesn't talk about his mom often, and very quickly continues.]

You know, this might be hard to believe since teenagers seemed obsessed with sex... But that isn't actually needed in a relationship. [He does take her first comments into consideration.] Perhaps someone in the Hypnos cabin can help with sleeping.

[ospreyed]

[She takes note of his mother, but says nothing on the subject. Now isn't the time for her to pry. She's surprisingly mellow at the moment.]

That's what Dave says. But that's all relationships have ever been to me, Enjolras. I lost my virginity when I was 12. [She says it like it's no big deal, and that in and of itself is a problem. Twelve-years-old.] I don't know what I'm doing without that. I don't know how people do it.

No. I can't ask them for help. Half of camp hates me, remember.

[pyrkagia]

[She's crossing from the lake this morning, the place where she goes out to sit, think before she heads to the dining pavilion to take food back for her dragons before the campers come in and eat and the day starts. There are so few here who play music anymore, and Enjolras doesn't play much to begin with. She makes her way to the ampitheater, looking out from behind one of the rows of seats.]

You're awake early, Enjolras.

[weneedasign]

That implies I was asleep.

[He strums one last chord before setting the guitar aside. Turning to face Dany he offers her a crooked smile.

Insomnia isn't something foreign to him, there have been days where he's barely gotten an hour or two of sleep - and that one week where he didn't sleep at all for three days.]

Is it time for breakfast?

[pyrkagia]

You'd really do well to see if the Hypnos cabin has something to help with that.

[It's a joke, of course. She's damn sure Enjolras is just as stubborn as she and wouldn't, and she's pretty sure there aren't many demigods there, in any case.]

Not quite, but it's getting there.

[weneedasign]

I'll add it to my list of things to do.

[Right under "don't piss off Hera".]

What are you doing so up then? Not taking part in the Roman training are you?

[pyrkagia]

No, actually. I may be able to fight, but I'm not sure if I'm quite cut out for that sort of physical training just yet.

[And besides - what she really needs to work on is controlling her own flame.]

I was out at the lake, sitting to think.

[weneedasign]

I'm not sure many of us can handle that sort of physical training yet. [He shakes his head.] The Romans are certainly something else.

Something on your mind?

[Because he'd rather focus on something else then his own problems.]

[longmayshereign]

That's lovely.

[Mary is having a bit of a walkabout this morning. It's no secret she enjoys music, as both a listener and a musician. But some elements of it are beyond her talent.]

Are you composing something?

[She starts to step closer, then pauses.] I'm sorry. I should have asked if I was disturbing you. Am I?

[weneedasign]

[He comes to an abrupt stop when she speaks up, his head snapping around in surprise. After her apology, though, he shakes his head.]

You're alright.

[She'd just startled him.]

And, no, to answer your first question. Their just just warm ups.

[longmayshereign]

It rather makes me wish I'd brought my guitar with me.

[She gestures to nearby empty seating.] May I? Even if it's just warm ups.

How often do the children of Apollo play together?

[weneedasign]

We have plenty in the Apollo cabin, if you'd like one.

[Really, more then they know what to do with. He gives a shrug.]

If you'd like.

We don't very often, but there's only three of us around, really.

[longmayshereign]

That seems a pity.

[She takes a seat, since he didn't exactly say no, her hands resting in her lap.]

I'd actually like other people to play and sing with. Not for anything formal, just for fun. I would have liked to ask if your cabin welcomed others to join them if it was something you all did more regularly.

[She does look a tad disappointed, but notes,] I'm quite inclined to take you up on your offer, though. About the guitar.

[weneedasign]

I know sometimes we have campfire sing-a-longs. [And just saying that is somewhat painful.

Ignore the fact that Enjolras - as the Apollo counselor - is technically suppose to be running those. He misses Maya. She was much more intune with the music side of their heritage.]

I'm sure if you ever sat down somewhere and started playing people would join you.

[impetueux]

[Cosette didn't mean to find Enjolras, but she's fairly certain they have some sort of sibling homing device, so it doesn't take much to follow the guitar to the amphitheater.]

Hey. Mind if I sit?

[Normally she'd banter or pry, but something seems off, so she contents herself to just sitting next to him, swinging her legs and listening to the chords.]

[weneedasign]

[They probably do.]

You'll take the seat regardless.

[He means that in a teasing manner, but his tone might not make that very apparent.

He continues playing, glancing at her.]

You're up early.

[impetueux]

Early bird gets the worm. I always seem to get up early here.

[Does that count as a pun on her nickname? Oh well. She scoots a little closer, leaning over to peer at his notebook.]

What are you working on?

[weneedasign]

I never understood that saying.

[He stops playing, slapping his hand over his notebook and giving her an irritated look.]

Nothing.

[If she managed to get a good glance she'll see it's all in French.]

[impetueux]

It's an English saying, that's why. It means that you should actively pursue opportunities. Seize them before someone else, you know?

[She looks cross, but keeps trying to peer.]

You can't just sit here and sulk without telling me.

[She ponders for a second, trying to switch languages.]

Would speaking in French help you?

[weneedasign]

Is it going to be your Québécois French?

[It was a small joke. It does help, a bit. Speaking in French always helped.]

I take offense to that. I am not sulking.