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]

"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."