Eposette Aesthetic: Film Noir AU
T H E L A R K
I am the devil, but that’s all the same to me.
Don’t let appearances fool you, rumour has it that the blonde slip of a dame you see at the bar is the daughter of Private Detective Jean Valjean. Yes, that Jean Valjean, you know the one. You can bet your ass she’s capable of knocking off men thrice her size and if push comes to shove, she’ll be the one taking over her old man’s business.
T H E D E V I L
That slash of red lipstick like a bloody smile is the only warning sign you’ll get not to mess with this broad. A cunning, shrewd minx if there ever was one, but what else do you expect from a Thenardier brat? Particularly one with close ties to the gunsel Montparnasse. Little does anyone know she doubles as an Informant for Valjean, but lately it’s his daughter doing most of the collecting…