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Eponine: *is off doing some work for her father*
Erik: *is sulking in lair*
GraveRobber: *is cause of Erik's sulking*
Erik: Why are you down here again?
GraveRobber: Cops are after me, remember?
Erik: Right. *pause* Then why am //I// down here?
GraveRobber: The cops are after you, too.
Erik: Oh, right.
*awkward silence*
GraveRobber: Is that a manequin of Eponine you've got over there?
Erik: I'd rather not talk about it . . .
GraveRobber: Is she in a WEDDING DRESS?
Erik: Please, just shut up . . .
GraveRobber: Damn, I knew you were desperate but this is just a whole new level.
Erik: Will you just shut your mouth?
GraveRobber: Does Eponine know about this?
Erik: Yes, and it looked like I had a deformity on both of my cheeks a week afterwords.
GraveRobber: *snickers* Man, this is almost as bad as having your dead wife preserved in a glass window in your house in addition to dozens of holographic photoes of her and keeping your daughter locked up under the pretense that she has a rare blood-disease.
Erik: *blink* Do I even want to know?
GraveRobber: Probably not, it was one messed-up family.
Erik: Ah,
GraveRobber: Daughter was okay. Hell, probably the only sane one in the bunch.
Erik: Hmm.
*pause*
Erik: You like her?
GraveRobber: Oh, yeah.
Erik: Jail-bait?
GraveRobber: Yup,
Erik: Huh, maybe Eponine was right.
GraveRobber: About what?
Erik: We do have something in common.
XD And so they find their bonding point.
You know, if I was a good enough drawer, I might just start turning this into a comic. XD But I need to seriously improve in my skills to do that.
Erik (c) Leroux, Webber, Gerard Butler
GraveRobber (c) Smith, Bousman, Terrance Zdunich
Eponine (c) Hugo, Boublil, Schonberg, Kretzmer, Lea Salonga
Erik: *is sulking in lair*
GraveRobber: *is cause of Erik's sulking*
Erik: Why are you down here again?
GraveRobber: Cops are after me, remember?
Erik: Right. *pause* Then why am //I// down here?
GraveRobber: The cops are after you, too.
Erik: Oh, right.
*awkward silence*
GraveRobber: Is that a manequin of Eponine you've got over there?
Erik: I'd rather not talk about it . . .
GraveRobber: Is she in a WEDDING DRESS?
Erik: Please, just shut up . . .
GraveRobber: Damn, I knew you were desperate but this is just a whole new level.
Erik: Will you just shut your mouth?
GraveRobber: Does Eponine know about this?
Erik: Yes, and it looked like I had a deformity on both of my cheeks a week afterwords.
GraveRobber: *snickers* Man, this is almost as bad as having your dead wife preserved in a glass window in your house in addition to dozens of holographic photoes of her and keeping your daughter locked up under the pretense that she has a rare blood-disease.
Erik: *blink* Do I even want to know?
GraveRobber: Probably not, it was one messed-up family.
Erik: Ah,
GraveRobber: Daughter was okay. Hell, probably the only sane one in the bunch.
Erik: Hmm.
*pause*
Erik: You like her?
GraveRobber: Oh, yeah.
Erik: Jail-bait?
GraveRobber: Yup,
Erik: Huh, maybe Eponine was right.
GraveRobber: About what?
Erik: We do have something in common.
XD And so they find their bonding point.
You know, if I was a good enough drawer, I might just start turning this into a comic. XD But I need to seriously improve in my skills to do that.
Erik (c) Leroux, Webber, Gerard Butler
GraveRobber (c) Smith, Bousman, Terrance Zdunich
Eponine (c) Hugo, Boublil, Schonberg, Kretzmer, Lea Salonga
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Extremely cool concept. You have any fanfiction that takes this picture further?