Tears for Eponine
By: rainjewel
Author's Note:
This fanfic is told from Folken's point of view. It does include small spoilers. The setting
is his prison cell, the night before he kills Emperor Dornkirk and (unfortunately) himself.
Eponine is a character from Victor Hugo's novel Les Miserables. She is a young girl who
is desperately in love with a man named Marius. Alas, Marius loves another woman by
the name of Cosette. Eponine, willing to do anything for the man she loves, brings
Marius and his true love together. She dies at the end of the tale, taking a bullet that
was meant for Marius. It fit with perfectly with this story.
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There is a leak in my cell.
The water from the outside rain spills through a small crack in the ceiling, and plummets
like a falling star to land upon my placid face.
I lie here blindly on the cold ground. I would open my eyes to see the rain, but there is
nothing to see in this dark place.
I have spent most of my life blind anyway.
The frigid cement floor presses against my bare skin. It would chill me to the bone, but I
am already frozen inside. Ice kissing ice doesn't freeze.
The rain is humming.
I hear the mournful droning through the walls of this small, windowless chamber. The
constant drumming of heaven's tears is strangely soothing. I wish I were worthy of its
comfort.
Comfort.
My own comfort, if I ever truly had comfort, is gone. Silver and gold faces erased from
existence forever. Even though I thought my heart was ice, I still cared for them, My
Little Treasures. The hole that they left in me echoes loudly throughout my entire body.
I miss them terribly. I miss 8-year-old Narunaru's awed face as I flew with her through
the heavens. My once white wings would billow like sails in the starry night, and I would
watch her eyes widen with delight, the moons reflected in her deep blue irises. My little
Naria, oh how she had loved those secret midnight flights.
I miss little Belubelu's massaging paws as she delicately styled my hair. I would be
working on my many official papers, while she carefully sat upon my shoulder, content
with practicing her cosmetic prowess. I ponder what the Emperor would have thought if
he'd seen his serious, stoic, Strategos with pink ribbons in his braided hair?
Drip.
Another tear kisses my face. There are so many things to weep for. I wonder if the sky
is crying.
Oh, I am so sorry my little ones. I am sorry for my inability to make you truly happy. My
poor darlings—my Naria, my Eriya, you fell in love with the only man who could never
love you the way you wanted, the way you needed.
I know that man well.
That man is a coward. Too afraid, too selfish to let himself fall completely and
hopelessly in love. A man, who once, blinded by compassion for a beast, lost his life to
sentimental emotions. Now he is no more then a half-alive thing—lying naked and too
broken to cry tears for himself on his last living night. Or to cry tears for ones that loved
him without fail.
But don't worry my pets, my Little Treasures. I will join you soon enough. And then
perhaps, I can learn to love all over again.
Silence.
The rain has stopped. I'm coming to your open arms, my Little Treasures.
My final tears are shed.
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Author's Note:
This was written on Folken's birthday, February 17, 2001 at 11:30 p.m. It rained that
night. Happy 30th Birthday, Folken-sama.
By: rainjewel
Author's Note:
This fanfic is told from Folken's point of view. It does include small spoilers. The setting
is his prison cell, the night before he kills Emperor Dornkirk and (unfortunately) himself.
Eponine is a character from Victor Hugo's novel Les Miserables. She is a young girl who
is desperately in love with a man named Marius. Alas, Marius loves another woman by
the name of Cosette. Eponine, willing to do anything for the man she loves, brings
Marius and his true love together. She dies at the end of the tale, taking a bullet that
was meant for Marius. It fit with perfectly with this story.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
There is a leak in my cell.
The water from the outside rain spills through a small crack in the ceiling, and plummets
like a falling star to land upon my placid face.
I lie here blindly on the cold ground. I would open my eyes to see the rain, but there is
nothing to see in this dark place.
I have spent most of my life blind anyway.
The frigid cement floor presses against my bare skin. It would chill me to the bone, but I
am already frozen inside. Ice kissing ice doesn't freeze.
The rain is humming.
I hear the mournful droning through the walls of this small, windowless chamber. The
constant drumming of heaven's tears is strangely soothing. I wish I were worthy of its
comfort.
Comfort.
My own comfort, if I ever truly had comfort, is gone. Silver and gold faces erased from
existence forever. Even though I thought my heart was ice, I still cared for them, My
Little Treasures. The hole that they left in me echoes loudly throughout my entire body.
I miss them terribly. I miss 8-year-old Narunaru's awed face as I flew with her through
the heavens. My once white wings would billow like sails in the starry night, and I would
watch her eyes widen with delight, the moons reflected in her deep blue irises. My little
Naria, oh how she had loved those secret midnight flights.
I miss little Belubelu's massaging paws as she delicately styled my hair. I would be
working on my many official papers, while she carefully sat upon my shoulder, content
with practicing her cosmetic prowess. I ponder what the Emperor would have thought if
he'd seen his serious, stoic, Strategos with pink ribbons in his braided hair?
Drip.
Another tear kisses my face. There are so many things to weep for. I wonder if the sky
is crying.
Oh, I am so sorry my little ones. I am sorry for my inability to make you truly happy. My
poor darlings—my Naria, my Eriya, you fell in love with the only man who could never
love you the way you wanted, the way you needed.
I know that man well.
That man is a coward. Too afraid, too selfish to let himself fall completely and
hopelessly in love. A man, who once, blinded by compassion for a beast, lost his life to
sentimental emotions. Now he is no more then a half-alive thing—lying naked and too
broken to cry tears for himself on his last living night. Or to cry tears for ones that loved
him without fail.
But don't worry my pets, my Little Treasures. I will join you soon enough. And then
perhaps, I can learn to love all over again.
Silence.
The rain has stopped. I'm coming to your open arms, my Little Treasures.
My final tears are shed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Note:
This was written on Folken's birthday, February 17, 2001 at 11:30 p.m. It rained that
night. Happy 30th Birthday, Folken-sama.