to love the monster under your bed [sparroo w/mene]

NOTE;; Kind of explicit, kind of M rated... Yeah, I suppose just don't go in for it if you're faint of heart? IDK xD It's just weird. It's just mene.

They said that the greatest pleasure in life was conducting things that others never believed you to be capable of doing. And whilst he sought such pleasure with great interest, men are always more willing to repay an injury than a benefit, for whilst gratitude is viewed as a generic burden, revenge was another word for pleasure, just as dreams were akin to weakness, or at least through his eyes. Or, rather, eye. He had been rendered as such by the encounter with the pack of feral canids, and the pretty little blonde-haired griffin shifter, Eponine. Ever since the encounter, he had been craving her company, wanting nothing more to be able to stare into those crystal irises of hers; a celestial phenomenon, a shade that should barely exist within the likes of mankind, pure nebulae. Nothing quite shined as brightly, nothing quite sparked anything so deeply within his chest. What exactly, he wasn't sure, though even the thought of them drove him wild.

Oh, but yes, this one was certainly an odd one. No, not Eponine, but the woman that now lay before him on the bed, her hands bound to one of the bed posts, his operational iris surveying her bare frame with interest, him remaining fully clothed. She seemed to have a distinct taste for pain when it came to pleasure, fetishizing agony. It was odd, though he was usually certainly willing to bend his own ways to work alongside her odd desires. That was, until he'd known her to sleep with another man. Perhaps she was a prostitute, perhaps that was her job, but with Menelaus being Menelaus, in all his obsessive and possessive ways, viewed her actions as unacceptable. He'd warned her, promised her with money, a place of which she could call home, a place in his heart, however long she could please him. She had gone against her own vows that night, and he fully intended to make her pay for it. Though there was lust within his eye, there was nothing but hatred boiling inside his chest; oh, yes, he'd certainly make her pay. A rumbling purr began within her throat, "make me scream, baby..." He'd make her pay indeed.

His hands hungrily draped around her sides, his nails digging into her skin, tauntingly running his teeth along her shoulder blade, enticing a light, lust-filled groan from the woman, her head tipping backwards. The movement of his mouth progressed into a series of nips and kisses along the skin of her shoulder, finding enjoyment in the way she writhed slightly beneath him, her curved body squirming lightly. He didn't know what it was in her mind that caused pain to be mistaken for pleasure, he would never know, but he'd take advantage of it to gain his own revenge on her. For her betrayal. It progressed in such a manner for a good few moments, before he arose from the bed and wandered towards the cabinet, his hand shifting to tear open the drawer, ignoring the feeling of her eyes curiously boring into the back of his skull, seemingly awaiting his next move. His hand reached for the knife within the drawer, the one that he usually kept in his belt, turning back to face her with the bayonet in hand, a grin that was mistaken for playful crossing his features. Maybe she thought he was joking, maybe she thought he'd be gentle, maybe she thought he didn't know... Who knew? Either way, she didn't anticipate his movements. Again, his body moved close to her own, savouring the feeling of her warmth. The loosely tied bonds enabled the woman to lay down beneath him, though kept her firmly against the bed post, thus rendering her helpless. He began in the same way as before, progressing finally into a deep, passionate kiss on her full lips, before the forgotten blade was revealed from behind his back, a look of sick satisfaction passing over his features.

It clicked for the woman. Though the hand placed over her mouth prevented her from screaming, her eyes held terror beyond anything he'd witnessed recently. He loved how helpless the woman appeared, how fearful she was, how her bare form writhed beneath his own clothed one in effort to escape his grasp, the weight of his body keeping her more fragile frame pinned to the bed. Tears fell down the woman's pale cheeks, the makeup smearing, only making her appear all the more comical through his eye. The knife was brought hovering above various points of her body, checking for her reaction with each, though a sick idea soon passed into his mind. The bayonet hovered dangerously close to her facials, or more specifically, her pale emerald irises, causing a whole new frantic struggle from her. And, just as he appeared to be letting up, his frame relaxing slightly, the blade plunged into her iris, embedding itself within, bludgeoning the area in a matter of seconds. Sickly crimson ran down her facials, a violent scream rendered inaudible by his awaiting hand cloaking her mouth, pushing her head forcefully down against the bed, preventing her from moving as he carved away. His eye hungrily looked upon her pained facials, savouring every moment, every expression. She wanted pain, now she had it for real. What a shame she didn't find as much pleasure in it as he did.

By the end of his feat, she was rendered unmoving. Her features were shrouded with welters of scarlet wheals thickly cloaking pale facials. His hand tenderly caressed the bludgeoned cheek, sickening grin plastered upon his face. "Shame. Waste of good talent." He snorted lightly to himself, as if the feat was a normal one for humans to go through. That was the best thing about whores; they never had connections. Nobody would miss them. The notion brought a lightened chuckle to the sick bastard, taking a final look upon her bludgeoned facials, before his frame transferred into that of his animalistic counterpart, the bear. He didn't hesitate when it came to making her appear as if it was simply a random attack, his teeth boring into her shoulder, her sides, her limbs, before finally dragging her body down to the basement and leaving it there for... Later disposal, turning out of the dark space without a second thought, ensuring that the door was locked. Slouching himself on the couch, his tongue ran over his fingers, removing the traces of sickly crimson with a satisfied smirk, setting about tidying himself back up, changing his outfit, and what not. All the necessary things to make him appear as one might expect, normal. Because murder was a very casual thing, obviously omf.

It seemed as though he needed to rebandage his eye, for the sickly crimson was beginning to soak through the white material, the fluid beginning to dribble down onto his face. He was going to change it, or at least that was until there had been a knock at the door. His iris traversed to the door within the hallway, surveying the wood inquisitively, doing his best to catch the scent of whoever might have been outside... Was that... Was it her? Rising from the couch with a distinct inquisitive luster to his operational iris, the door swung open and indeed, there stood the griffin shifter. "... Eponine?" he murmured oddly gently, surveying her facials, as if requiring confirmation, "what is it?" Hell, if something was wrong, he'd quite literally stop at nothing to tear out the throat of whatever was causing her discomfort. Yes, should it have been a living being, he meant that quite literally.

When the reason behind her arrival was finally revealed, it drew a partially bemused snort from the man. She came all this way, purely to ask if he was angry at her? Even so, he hesitated before speaking, endeavouring to choose his words carefully, so as not to make her feel worse for the incident she seemed to be referring to. Menelaus actually cared about people's feelings? That's a first. "What use is there for anger, darlin'? It's happened, it's done. No use in regretting it now." He certainly had anger within his heart following the incident, though none of it was directed towards Eponine, not in the slightest. Still, his curiosity was plain to see within his pale blue eye, head slightly tilted, surveying the woman carefully. Shame he failed to notice the trickle of blood moving down his cheek from beneath the bandage. Hm, shame. He probably wouldn't give two shits, even if he were to notice it.

Her rendition of how events may have taken place should she have never entered the woods enticed a shake of the head from the man, in a somewhat dismissive fashion. "Undoubtedly, I would have stumbled upon them at some point or another, for whether or not you were present, I would have been in those woods. You needn't find discomfort in the emotions of others, anyway; feeling for others is just another weakness, unless they are worth your consideration." It was obvious that the woman was uncomfortable, though he simply continued to observe her regardless, awaiting her speech. God, she was beautiful. Wait what? However, her final statement snapped his attention back to her, his inquisitive facials dropping into a frown. "Eponine," he began, reaching a hand up to gently cup her cheek, "there is little use in blaming yourself for something like that. It is the fault of those mutts, and theirs alone. Not yours. I do not blame you, nor will I ever." A grin passed over his facials, his touch gently stroking at her cheek. "Besides, what use is there in ruining such a pretty face for the sake of my own selfish needs?"

W O R D S
1630 messed up thingies.

T A G 
Eponine Graves played by RENDEZVOUS.

N O T E S  
JESUS MENE WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU ;.;

M U S E
Girl With One Eye, Like I Can, Earned It.

What greater thing was there than for two human souls than to feel they are joined for life, to strengthen each other in all labour, to rest each other in all sorrow, to minister each other in all pain, to be with one another in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting? Had he ever been in love? Sure, once or twice; it was a disgusting, futile emotion. It could so easily open up the chest and heart of one being, making them vulnerable, allowing another to enter with a trail of destruction. Through these built up defences, the whole suit of armour, purely constructed so that nothing could enter to harm, then one idiotic human being wandered right in, somehow. One would offer up a part of themselves purely for the illusion of being under the influence of the human emotion, this love of theirs. Love took hostages, got inside the minds and hearts of its victims, so that every silence was a glass splinter working it's way into their chests. It hurts, not just in the imagination, but a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart kind of pain. He hated it, he hated the weakness, the vulnerability. Perhaps he had just been far too blinded by the lies of the world, too acutely aware of every false truth told by society, to acknowledge such emotions.  So why, against all odds, all the stakes, was she always lingering in his mind? Her smile, her eyes, her voice, her laugh, her warmth, her existence... Her. In a sea full of people, why was his gaze to search for her alone? Why?

His singular pale blue irises studied her in an oddly gentle fashion, wielding patience more than he was willing to give to anyone else, despite her reactions to her own speech. However, as she mentioned his apparent uniqueness, he briefly interjected with a bemused snort, "that's a word for it." However, as she came to mention his wound, his facials dropped back into a neutral solemnness. People had scars in all sorts of unexpected places, like secret roadmaps of their personal histories, diagrams of their old wounds. Most wounds heal, leaving behind nothing more than scarred tissue. But some cut deeper than merely flesh, some are carried with a being for years on end, and though the blood was gone, the pain would linger. Truth be told, it hurt like utter hell, it had always hurt like hell, though he'd never admit that. Not verbally, anyway, for that would be considered weakness, and he wielded no room for weakness. Not anymore. "I'll be fine, Eponine. You needn't worry about it. There is little use in doing so."

Her initial words drew a light huff from the man, perhaps in a frustrated manner, him responding in a hushed mumble, "Again, you needn't trouble yourself these things. I've witnessed 'what if' questions becoming the downfall of mankind plentiful times. I would have been fine." In spite of never having intended to anger her with his words, the faint trace of spitfire that was emitted from the woman, well, it was half amusing. Though his facials were kept painfully straight as he looked upon the apparently angered individual, even he had to admit that the attempt was cute, especially in the way her efforts seemed to exhaust her by the time it was over. Still, it half surprised him that she was to react in such a manner, for his intents did not lie around such a notion. Large shoulder blades rolled in a shrug, blinking slowly towards the woman, "I didn't dub you pathetic. I merely meant that... You should spare your emotions for those who truly deserve your consideration, as a pose to giving them out so freely. The world does not take kindly to compassion. Though, I suppose it is up to you if you have dubbed me worthy of your thoughts. I cannot make that choice for you." He seemed to be reasoning with himself by the end of his speak, his voice gaining a slightly thoughtful hint, though his pale irises remained settled upon the woman's facials with evident curiosity, leaning against the doorframe as he looked upon the griffin shifter.

Gently setting a hand upon the delicate flesh of her facials and giving her cheek a gentle stroke with his thumb, his hand settled against her face as her own rested upon it, the warm smile provided towards him, causing his own grin to widen slightly. His irises glinted in faint confusion as she leant over to gently wipe the sickly crimson from his skin, though he promptly find himself smiling once again. His hand gently traced along her cheekbone, falling to her lower jaw, before dropping back to his own side, his eye oddly bright. Her comment drew a light chuckle from the man, "Well, it's not exactly a common occurrence to witness." However, as her fidgeting continued, if not amplified, his facials dropped into a frown. He studied her for only a second, gaze softening slightly. Had he said something wrong? Had he done something? He hesitated briefly, before quietly mumbling, "You know you can tell me if something is bothering you, Eponine, right?"

However, it seemed as though his question would not require a verbal answer, for her following actions enlightened him, though also brought confusion surging to mind. His pale eye widened slightly upon her pace forward, tensing his frame as the feminine's skull came to gently rest upon his chest. Brow furrowing as he looked down upon the top of her head, he began to chew on the inside of his mouth once again, though his frame relaxed slightly, trying to figure exactly what the gesture meant, or more importantly, what exactly he was supposed to do in response. After a few seconds of quietened contemplation, his arm sought to furl itself round her hip, and the other round her upper back, gently stroking his hand through the woman's blonde hair. He found himself lost for words for a good few moments, honestly not being able to piece together exactly what to say in such a situation, for he had not been in one as such for many months He hadn't felt such intense emotions searing within his chest for countless years. Her comment, despite his thoughts, causing the faint trace of a smile, a genuine smile, to reappear, tugging at the corners of his lips. "As I am you, darlin'. I don't know what I'd do without you." For the first time in a long time, his ribcage shuddered briefly upon inhaling. "The world may disapprove, it can do so all it wants. My world is only you." And with that, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

W O R D S
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T A G 
Eponine Graves played by RENDEZVOUS.

N O T E S  
That moment when you loose a post -.- But whatevs. MENPONINE FTW <3

M U S E
Sinners, Lay Me Down, You Can Be King Again, Like I Can.

Adjusting his footing subtly, the singular, operational iris fleeted across the top of her hand, gently running his hand through the blonde locks, his fingertips playing with the individual strands, simply savouring the feeling of her own warmth. Her presence, it was willing, it was different. It wasn't so much the things he felt for her as a pose to what he didn't feel for anything but her. Whatever it might have been, he knew it was far from within his control, and that was both a notion he despised and embraced, all within one complex motion. However, it was simply human nature to fall in love with those they could never have. Not truly.

Pressing his lips briefly against the delicate flesh of her forehead, his pale irises met her own blue orbs upon her head tilting upwards, tipping his head slightly to one side. "I fail to see the use in lying about such things. There's a reason that people like you and I find each other. Perhaps it's this God mankind seem to be obsessed with, perhaps it's fate, but somehow, I can't believe that it is an accident that I found you." He snorted lightly in amusement, a brief smirk situating itself upon his facials, "or you found me, that is." Momentarily lost to the thought of their initial meeting, he began to chew on the inside of his mouth, as he often did, however, his attention returned to her upon the feeling of her hands upon his face, finding himself leaning slightly into her touch. "... Where can one run to escape themselves, Eponine?" His brow briefly furrowed within such a thought; there were many types of monster in this world. The types who caused trouble without revealing themselves, the types that abducted children, the types that devoured the dreams of others. Then, there were the monsters who told nothing but lies. Those that lied caused the most nuisance; they are much more cunning than the others. They pose as humans, though have no understanding of the human heart, they eat even though they have never experienced hunger, they study though they have no interest in knowledge, they seek companionship even though they don't know how to love. He was that monster. Would he truly be able to trust himself around her? Could he trust himself to touch her, to look upon her, to keep her safe?

Releasing a gentle exhale, his gaze traced her facials, allowing her hands to slide round his back with little resistance. During such a moment, however, he noticed the change in her demeanour several seconds before she opened her mouth, drawing another frown from him. Upon being spoken of as a human, his teeth gritted in a trace of annoyance, though didn't chase the subject, caught up in the words that were to come. "You are not to compare yourself to man, Eponine, for you possess so much more than humans ever could. Like them, you're imperfect, you're wired for struggle. However, you deserve, unlike them, to be happier than you are, and to be loved the right way, for the right reasons... The difference is, you are worthy of love, and of belonging. You above all others." He knifed a inaudible breath upon sighting the wetness welling within her vibrant eyes, blinking slowly in a silenced acknowledgement. Did the views of the world really bother her that much? Why did she allow such things to plague her to this point? As if instinctively, his grip tightened around her waist, which was about as far as he knew how to console another living being without the usage of words. "Shh... There's nothing worth apologising for, darlin'." he mumbled gently as she made some strange attempt to apologise for god knows what, his operation iris studying her for a moment. Though, he felt her warmth slipping away from him, and thus released his grip, huffing in something similar to disappointment.

Upon her change of expression, his own shifted into a curious one, his gaze primed upon her with an inquisitive luster; as she noted the faint metallic scent shrouding the air, he himself having failed to acknowledge it as a result of the interactions with the woman, he blinked slowly. "Hm, so there is." It took him a few seconds to fully piece together the source of the scent, however, the notion confirmed as her gaze travelled downwards, towards his hands. His frame tensed lightly, chewing on the inside of his mouth. "I... Did what needed to be done..."

W O R D S
God knows.

T A G 
Eponine Graves played by RENDEZVOUS.

N O T E S  
This post is shit, sorry ;.;

M U S E
Sinners, Me, You Can Be King Again, Like I Can.

The basic truth within the human condition was simply that everybody lied; the variable was purely starring the subject. Love was one of the many lives so intricately weaved into the thread of day to day life, a cautionary, momentary, reactionary lie, a word used far too much and far too soon. Perhaps the thing that caused so many to fall under the illusion of love was simply that is was so easy to believe someone when they were telling you precisely what you wanted to hear. It twisted the brains of mankind to a point in which they believed down was up and right was wrong. Girls fell in love with what they heard, boys fell in love with what they saw; maybe that was why girls wore makeup to cloak their true expression and boys lied to cloak their true tongue.

His expectations lay purely around the notion of the blonde doing something other than simply standing there, though in the long moment of silence that ensued, it promptly became obvious that the feminine was to make no motion. He anticipated her to turn away, to say something, and bring an end to their meeting, to bring their odd relationship to an end somehow, though she merely stood there, in the doorframe, her gaze cast downwards. He momentarily debated the thought of reaching out in some manner, though it seemed she would be the one to break the looming silence beforehand. His frame shifted uncomfortably, readjusting his posture, allowing her gaze to return to his own individually as a pose to forcing it upwards, as he might have done, should it have been anyone other than her. The dejection shrouding her hushed vocals plagued his mind, brow furrowing as he looked upon the fragile woman, the despondent air weighing heavily upon his chest. Though, he didn't choose to speak, not just yet, merely listening, acutely aware of every word that slipped from her tongue, each driving a stake further into his otherwise cold heart. Did she fail to even think of whether or not his actions were justified? Did she even consider the possibility that he had reasoning, a motive? His voice was, well, remarkably calm, despite the situation at hand. "If I had wished to hunt you, to harm you in such ways, wouldn't you imagine that you would have already come to some form of injury? What use would their possibly be for dragging you on for this long if I had no other use for you than slaughter?" The thought of her being injured bothered him more than he let on, though he did begin to chew on the inside of his jaw, as he had done many times before.

It was upon her mentioning of the fact that her life seemed to mean nothing that his facials gave way to a much more disbelieving look, and words finally slipped from their mouth. "You honestly believe that you mean absolutely nothing to me, that your life has no worth in my mind?" Gritting his teeth as he processed the notion within his mind, he voice gained a sharper edge, gaze narrowing slightly, "after all the shit that we've endured, and after my inflictions, I have held no malice against you, nor have I portrayed aggression towards you. And yet, you still believe that you have no worth to me?" The nebulae of vibrant stars gave way to a flood, tears slowly beginning to streak from her irises, though his own pale orb did not soften, a faint scowl twitching at the corners of his lips. "I had trusted that you were intelligent enough to see it." But, hell no, he wasn't going to apologise for his actions, he wasn't going to beg for forgiveness at her feet. He never did.

The mentioning of the wolves enticed an instinctive tensing of his frame, though he clung to her words regardless, paying close attention to each sound that left her lips, his patience slowly beginning to crumble alongside her composure. "What signs have I given for hatred of you? Now you seem to view me as a monster simply because I tried to protect you. Do you believe I despise you because I care? Is that it? What do you want from me, Eponine? Do you expect me to let the world crush you because you believe I don't give a shit?" His words were accented by a faint, animalistic growl, failing to understand her views. However, as her fists pounded lightly against his chest, his faint snarl trailed away, staring inquisitively down at the hands beating against him. They were too gentle to cause pain, certainly, though the idea that they were supposed to brought so much more than his stern expression showed. "All this time, I could have expressed aggression towards you, I could have harmed you, injured you, left you bleeding in those woods if I wanted to. Sometimes I begin to wonder why I didn't." He snorted lightly at the notion, his gaze held narrow, grinding his teeth together in frustration. "But, sometimes I wonder why the fuck I feel at all, too. These... Feeble human emotions, they are needless... They are a weakness. My feelings for you are a vulnerability, that the world will take advantage of so easily." A vulnerability that I cannot possibly be without. That I never want to have to live without. Despite his vocals being sharp, violent even, his iris faltered with disbelief, perhaps only at himself for sprouting such nonsense. If my heart stopped, would you miss me the way I would you...? "... People do what they have to when they fall in love, Eponine."

And, in a few short seconds, his gaze softened and fell to the terrain with a huff, perhaps even a saddened one. He quietly considered her words for a few moments, gaze searching the concrete. "Then go," his vocals were unexpectedly quiet, no more than a hushed mutter, gaze refusing to return to her own, "go, if you believe me nothing more than a monster. I won't make you stay." You're never going to love me... So what's the use?

"What are you waiting for? I might turn on you." He growled lightly, trying to withhold any form of emotion within his voice, not allowing her to see what was truly going on inside his head, inside his chest. He didn't want her to leave, not in the slightest... Did he trust himself with her? Could he keep we safe when he himself was the beast she should fear? Could she ever find it within herself to love a monster? Everything I did was for you... Can you still love me like you did yesterday?

W O R D S
God knows.

T A G 
Eponine Graves played by RENDEZVOUS.

N O T E S  
Post is all over the place sorry x'D I tried.
"WHY DO I HAVE EMOTIONS!? WHO POSSIBLY THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA?!" - Mene, 2015

M U S E
Sinners, Me, You Can Be King Again, I Don't Love You.

Perhaps his anger was unnecessary, unfounded, inconsistent; his anger was never without reason, though seldom a good one. Holding on to such anger was akin to gripping a burning coal with the intent of hurling it at another being, for you were the one who wielded the burn. Anger was poison, with the necessity of being purged at the source, the mind, else it would corrupt one's better nature. However, did he honestly have a better nature aside from his perpetual façade? Hell, through his eyes, he didn't become unnecessarily angry, people just needed to stop pissing him off. His fairly short temper within certain scenarios had yet to make a fool of him, surprisingly. A quietened grunt left the man in acknowledgement of her initial volley of hushed vocals, though upon her mention of his false identity, his gaze faltered to the terrain below. "It's... Not Philip," releasing a faintly shuddered exhale, his pale iris lifted once again, "It's Menelaus. But... Try to understand that a name like mine is... Distinct. Far too much so. A more simplistic one is less questionable." She had every right to be just as angry with him, if not more so, though she only seemed sorrowful. It was odd, perhaps even questionable, though he chose not to vocalize his thoughts.

Snorting lightly in distaste upon her explanation of feelings, the man shook his head, perhaps in disapproval, though said nothing for the time being. That was, at least, until she copied his words, seemingly unknowing of their meaning. In that moment, his stern expression dropped into&nbsp;a disbelieving one, brow furrowing, studying her, as if to confirm that she was being truthful. And, in realization that she was, he released a disgruntled groan of annoyance, running his hand down his face briefly, "please tell me you're familiar with the concept?" Apparently not. Hell, wasn't a mother supposed to tell a child of this sort of thing? Father, even? And, evidently, he was neither to the blonde woman; wouldn't stop him from attempting to explain the horrid emotion, though. "It's a-... Well-..." Did he even know what the fuck love was? He hesitated, his iris falling to the terrain below, struggling to piece together words in a context that she might understand. "It's a disgusting, futile human emotion. It enables one idiotic being to break through all the built up walls designed specifically to keep people out. It allows another to get inside your mind and heart so easily; it makes you horribly vulnerable to whatever they might intend. They have the option to tear your heart right out of your chest and crush it before your eyes if they so desire. And more often than not, people do just that. As if they can't resist it." Gritting his teeth together, he hesitated briefly, still trying to register something in his mind that might make sense.

"People lust for it, dream of it, fantasize about it, despite the fact it causes so much pain. People don't want to be alone; murder doesn't hold a candle to it, and hell is only a poor synonym. When you fall in love, your life is no longer your own. You begin to depend on them more than you would any other, as if instinctive. And they will break you, but somehow, your heart convinces you that it's worth it. It lies. And when that person you've convinced yourself that you love is gone, well, you'll miss them a little too much, a little too often, a little more each day. You'll try to keep yourself busy, but every moment you pause, you'll still think of them, regardless of what you were doing prior. And you'll hope and pray that they're missing you as much as you miss them. You'll miss someone who isn't yours to miss, and dream about someone who isn't yours to dream of." How she'd possibly make sense of his words even he didn't know, though it wouldn't stop him. Gritting his teeth together, he fought back the emotions welling within his chest, still refusing to allow them to show. "When you've It will break you. That's just what love does. But it's still something that the heart requires, yearns for, no matter how much it tears you apart. No matter how much your head protests, your heart will love, even if you don't realize it. Always." His iris turned back upwards, placing specific emphasis on that final word, finally feeling his strange speech complete. Another shuddered exhale left the man, grimacing lightly in disapproval at the thought of it. Hopefully she'd make some sense out of everything he'd said.

The scowl seemingly settled upon his facials after his comment regarding the fact that she could leave faltered slightly at her words, gaze reluctantly twisting back upwards. No, if he was in her shoes, he would not fear. He never did, or at least he liked to think so. He studied her glassy irises again, his hatred growing for the sight of her tears, if only due to the fact that it was no pained woman other than Eponine behind those watery eyes. It was his fault she was upset, and he yearned to be able to be of comfort, though his stubborn pride prevented him from doing so. Though, upon feeling her delicate skin within his hand, his eye widened slightly, flinching, though he didn't pull it away, merely studying her, taking in everything she had to stay. "There's no such thing as a beautiful monster," he mumbled, near inaudibly, "but you know I'd never harm you. Whatever you may do to me, I would never even think of it." However, as the woman spoke of departing as he so desired, and her delicate hand slipped away from his own, he instinctively took a stride forward as she moved back, his usually emotionless expression shifting briefly into a desperate one, pale eye somewhat wide. "No-..." His expression, in that brief second, shifted back to his usually stern one. "Don't leave..." Hell, that was as close to begging as he had gotten for a long time, nor did he intend on overstepping that. "There are... Many things you have yet to know about me, but I certainly hope you know how much you mean to me."

His taller frame moved to close the distance between the two beings once again, even as she sought to question him on her own motives. His pale iris searched her glassy eyes, reaching a hand up to wipe away at the wetness from her delicate face. "Eponine, darlin'," he began, releasing a gentle huff, "I believe that I can offer a diagnosis..." His gaze searched her own. "You're in love."

W O R D S
God knows.

T A G
Eponine Graves played by RENDEZVOUS.

N O T E S
Dawh, Epppieeeeee <3 I SHIP IT FOREVER. YOU CAN'T STOP MEEEE

M U S E
Sinners, Me, You Can Be King Again,
 I Won't Give Up, Love The Way You Lie.

A lightened snort was released upon the feminine remarking about the unique nature of her own name, shooting her a brief hard look, "Eponine, our situations are very much different, you know that. You have nothing drastic to hide beneath false truths, or at least, not to my understanding. Sometimes, lies are necessary, in order to protect those around you." His iris flitted across her facials momentarily, releasing a disgruntled huff that told of no particular emotion, perhaps simply in contemplation of the events at hand, and their peculiarity. It wasn't every day someone told of love, justified murder, and acknowledged forgiveness all in one sitting. Shaking his head in dismissal of the thought, his attention snapped back to the feminine, and each word that left her lips.

He frowned lightly upon the mentioned notion of family-wise affection, shaking his head once again, "again, it's a different feat, entirely." And with that, he took off into his volley of harsh words regarding the topic of the strange emotion. He ignored her motion of shuffling back, his gaze fixated upon the terrain below their feet, searching the ground as if it was more interesting than the world around them, so populated by this notion of love. Why would hearts continue to yearn for the emotion, despite the fact that so much pain originated within it? And yet, somehow, the more he tried to get it out of his mind, out of his chest, it simply implanted itself, striking deeper. Her questioning only irritated him further; how was he supposed to speak for an emotion that shrouded the hearts and minds of so many differentiating beings? "Questioning it is like questioning why the stars are fire, why the moon moves, and how we came to be upon this earth. It's just another part of this miserable lifestyle that has to be endured."

His intent, no doubt, had been far from directing the point back to the feminine, though the subject carried to her form easily following his speech. His pale iris blinked slowly in response, slowly registering words within his mind in effort to be of some comfort, at least. "You are nothing of a monster, Eponine. But if you are determined to dub yourself one, then perhaps a beautiful monster could exist, as chaos and beauty intertwined." His pale gaze searched her delicate facials, huffing lightly, providing a faint trace of what appeared to be a sympathetic smile. Hell, Menelaus was capable of sympathy? Apparently, if only for her. Shadowing her footsteps and closing the distance, he frowned lightly upon hearing her words, "time heals what reason cannot, even in short quantity. It has a wonderful way of revealing what really matters to oneself in mere moments." His thumb gently swept across her delicate facials, removing the traces of wetness previously wept.

Though it was evident that his words had taken her by surprise, he ignored her shock, focused merely on the words that followed. She requested some sort of cure, some sort of restorative, a prophylactic to the emotion at hand, to which brought a slight smirk swinging the corner's of his lips upwards in faint amusement. Somehow, despite his doubts, the feminine had convinced him to have faith in the emotion, if only for the moment.  Though, how was he supposed to forget the risk and take the fall, knowing that only pain emerged from the notion of love? Sometimes, you just have to do the wrong thing, he mentally reminded himself, and before he knew what the hell he was doing, he'd already pressed his lips to her own. OH SNAP SON. What a shame it was that he failed to note the feeling of eyes boring into the back of his skull with a disturbingly intense curiosity. 

From beyond the tall man, the form of the agile young feminine had slipped into view upon the rooftop, balanced upon all fours near the edge, watching the two with a distinctly questioning, yet bemused, look. Pale emerald irises had been surveying the pair for quite some time now, though she only chose to make her presence known at that point in time. "So," she began, moving into a sitting position, her limbs dangling from the edge of the roof, "is this that pretty little girlfriend of yours?" From her position, she slunk down onto the porch's roof, before making a final leap to reach the terrain, her extreme agility certainly having come in handy. "Sorry to interrupt," she smirked, regaining her composure, she tipped her head on one side, wrinkling her nose slightly in distaste. No, not at the feminine's appearance, but instead the scent that radiated from her. "Smells like a bird to me," she remarked, though was soon distracted by the sight of Teuiec trailing after her from the household, prompting the teenager to roll her eyes. Bond or no bond, the strange feline hybrid had always been far too sensible, mellow, for her tastes. "I'm fairly sure I informed you previously that your behaviour is inadequate for newcomers. This woman, stranger or not, is a guest on the premises, and I would request you treat her as such," the feline, equipped with a large, gem-embroided necklace of which the pair had managed to snatch from some snobby woman upon the streets, wandered over to the stranger, gently nudging her snout against the woman's leg in friendly greeting, acknowledging the fact that if she were to speak, those of differentiating species would not hear.

The man's partial pale gaze set upon the approaching teenager with a disgruntled groan of annoyance, especially at the sight of the cat. He never liked cats. "Didn't I tell you to stop with the roof-climbing business?" He received nothing more of a roll of the eyes, and a light scoff from the feline below them. Yes, the pair were doing nothing to quench his hatred of felines.

W O R D S
God knows.

T A G
Eponine Graves played by RENDEZVOUS.

N O T E S
Psh. Here comes Clem to ruin everything. As usual xD

M U S E
Sinners, Me, You Can Be King Again,
I Won't Give Up, Love The Way You Lie.