Le désespoir

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

Open to all!
Setting: Floor 13
Format: Either~
Summary: Francisca reflects on the blackout and sings a hymn... as goodbye to her world.
Warnings: Angst, potential language



The voices were still whispering in her ears, her memory of the blackout far too keen. Her body still felt weighed down and tired from that far-too-close encounter with the not-England.

But England's voice had been too real.

She'd been trying to believe that England was alive - that this whole Tower business was just an elaborate scheme conjured up by some idiots smoking too much of Pays-Bas' drugs. But... perhaps she was now too tired to even attempt feeling hope.

She'd been strong as Rome and Germania would have expected of her, but even the strongest of defenses would slowly fall under constant fire.

She'd normally avoided this kind of place - too melancholy, too 'holy' for her tastes - but it was an apt setting for what she was about to do.

She moved to the altar, hearing the sudden hush of unheard voices, and took a shuddering breath, staring up at one of the beautifully decorated windows before she haltingly began to sing Pie Jesu, voice pealing out heartbrokenly in the language she'd almost forgotten since her childhood. Her eyes close as hot tears threaten to spill as she continues to sing.

England would have called her a drama-whore for it.

Comments

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ivan smiled slightly, liking the closeness, relaxing in it. "It does... You can always be mine. I am not minding," he smiled, certainly able to offer, despite no one ever accepting his offer.

"Ah, da, da, moving seats would be being good," he replied, and blinked slightly. "Scarier? You are thinking so?"

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

Francisca smiled, just a little sadly and wrapped an arm around his, fingers curling gently into his coat sleeve. "That would be lovely..."

She looked around agian, nodded slowly and pressed a bit closer at his side. "... We had 'ghosts' here... I don't know, something about this cathedral-like room makes me think that when it is dark, I wouldn't want to be here..."

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ivan was smiling a little brighter at this, moving to scoop her right up and place her in his lap, so he could give her a hug. "I am liking this very much," he purred a little, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Ghosts? They are being here?" he replied and frowned a little, shaking his head He hadn't seen any ghosts, though then again he wasn't quite sure they existed. "I suppose that is making sense...."

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

She didn't squeak at being lifted, nope, not at all. That was a passing mouse. Clearly. She flushed a little at the kiss and smiled, nuzzling his cheek and relaxing into the hug.

"Yes," she answered with a frown. "Well, I'm not sure if they were ghosts or not... but they weren't human... and they were dangerous."

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Of course it was a mouse. He smiled softly at the nuzzle, seeming to delight in the contact, given so willingly too. But then he could always count on the French nation when it came to willing contact.

"That does not sound good.... perhaps... they are what brought us here...? A human could not have been doing it; it would have to be something stronger than nation, da?" he replied, a small frown curving his lips downward.

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure but... They vanished when the power came back and now..." She hesitated and instinctively huddled closer to him. "I'm... frightened... That they might come back if the power goes out again."

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ivan frowned and moved to hold her a little closer, giving her a small smile. "I will be doing my best to keep you safe, da? Do not be being scared--I will not be letting them hurt you." After all, she was his now, and he tended to keep his things safe.

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

Francisca found herself smiling and she nodded meekly, so unlike herself, and rested her forehead against his neck, breathing in his scent. "Merci, that eases my worry a bit..." Her hand moved to grasp at the front of his coat, as if to stop him from vanishing.

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ivan smiled, and didn't seem to mind the other against his scarf, finding it was easy to trust her, moving to rub at her back. "Is not a problem. I am taking good care of things that are being mine. And you are being mine, da?"

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

She scoffed, poking at his side. "What, no wine or candle-lit dinners and already I am yours'?" she teased. "We'll... see."

"... I refuse to change my name to Francisca Braginsky though."

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

"I do not think I can be getting those things here.... but perhaps something else?" he replied, with a light smile, and shook his head at the mention of a name change. "It would not be being Francisca Braginsky. It would be being Francisca Braginskaya. But you are not having to be changing your name. I am thinking I am liking it how it is.

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

"Good, it would be very confusing to change it after so long."

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

He smiled, and nodded, moving to press a kiss against her cheek, before burying his head in the crook of her neck, holding her close still, having needed a contact for far too long, and not wanting to end it. "Da, da. You do not have to be changing it. I like your name the way it is being now."

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

She purred at the shift in their positions, hand moving up to cradle to back of his head and smoothing his hair back. Really, he was just a big teddy bear, and she loved it. "I think we are going to get along rather well, Ivan~"

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ivan was smiling, adoring the touches to his hair and obviously so, pushing his head into it--after all, it was a motion of comfort for him. He smiled a little broader at the words. "I am thinking so too. You are very much like Frantsiya, but like sister too. Is very good," he replied, quite happy.

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

She chuckled and kept stroking his hair, enjoying that she could take comfort from his as he took it from her, and they hadn't even had sex yet! She rested her cheek on his head and sighed, "I'm glad we met, Ivan."

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ivan was smiling, content for the first time since he had come into the tower, shutting his eyes and relaxing, holding her close. "I am too... It is nice having a good ally," he replied, rubbing little circles into her back. "You are a nice friend to have too."