Eponine winces, nodding in understanding. She wishes, just then, that they weren't in such oversized chairs, that they'd chosen a seat with a sofa instead, so she could lean into Rosie in support. It'd been hard for her to wrap her own head around, and yet she thinks it might have been easier for her than it is for Rosie. Back home, she'd already been used to being not a proper sort in so many ways. And it was all less of an identity, too, the way it's seen here. Rosie's from an older time too, but one where loving another woman is, as she understands it, both outside the norm and a little more definitive.
She smiles a little at Rosie's little gesture, even as she makes a similar face about David. Eponine frowns, though, as she goes on.
"Rosie," she says, and then she really does put her tea down and reach across the table to catch Rosie's hands in hers and squeeze them. "Dieu. You're not a liar for not knowing something."
"For one thing," she says, practically, drawing her hands back a little so she's not foisting touch on Rosie if she might not want it, "You can have both, you know. I mean -- not have, though I suppose you can, at that. But love both women and men, and you don't have to always have known or have dated everyone you've ever thought was pretty. I loved Marius, as much as I could love anyone then, but I'd never dated anyone at all until Ellie."
Slept with isn't the same as dating. There's a lot she has misgivings about, but between her friends and her therapist, she's been assured that quite a lot of things get to not count in her life.
"And if you do end up preferring one or the other, what happened in the past -- whether it was with Nick or David, or Sabrina -- that's not a lie. You're not tricking someone."
She takes a sip of her tea. "What matters is what makes you feel happy, no matter what anyone thinks or how long it takes you to figure out. You get to have that."
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Date: 2021-04-25 05:09 am (UTC)She smiles a little at Rosie's little gesture, even as she makes a similar face about David. Eponine frowns, though, as she goes on.
"Rosie," she says, and then she really does put her tea down and reach across the table to catch Rosie's hands in hers and squeeze them. "Dieu. You're not a liar for not knowing something."
"For one thing," she says, practically, drawing her hands back a little so she's not foisting touch on Rosie if she might not want it, "You can have both, you know. I mean -- not have, though I suppose you can, at that. But love both women and men, and you don't have to always have known or have dated everyone you've ever thought was pretty. I loved Marius, as much as I could love anyone then, but I'd never dated anyone at all until Ellie."
Slept with isn't the same as dating. There's a lot she has misgivings about, but between her friends and her therapist, she's been assured that quite a lot of things get to not count in her life.
"And if you do end up preferring one or the other, what happened in the past -- whether it was with Nick or David, or Sabrina -- that's not a lie. You're not tricking someone."
She takes a sip of her tea. "What matters is what makes you feel happy, no matter what anyone thinks or how long it takes you to figure out. You get to have that."