Seeing
Title: Seeing
Author(s): litlover12
Rating: PG
Fandom: Cyrano de Bergerac
Character(s): Roxane, Le Bret, mention of Cyrano
Summary: Now, for the first time, she saw clearly.
Warnings: Major spoilers. And major sadness.
Word Count: 204
Author's Notes: For challenge 006, character development. This is my very first Cyrano fanfic, submitted with fear and trembling. (I have sort of a vague feeling that I should have tried to write it in blank verse, but I'm not much of a poet!) Please tag.
“But why?” Roxane whispered helplessly. “Why could he not tell me the truth . . . not just these last fourteen years, but before? Why hide behind Christian?”
Crouched beside her, where she had taken Cyrano into her arms, Le Bret spoke slowly, his voice heavy with grief. “He told me once, Madame, that he feared nothing in this world but you.”
He grimaced at his own words, for even to mention fear over the body of his courageous friend was like speaking an obscenity. Roxane seemed to feel it, too; she drew Cyrano closer to her with a gesture almost protective.
“But if he loved me, how could he fear me?”
“Ah, Madame,” answered Le Bret softly, “he feared because he loved.”
Roxane could speak no more. Her face burning in the darkness, she recalled a young girl prattling about how she could read a man’s soul in his eyes. And Cyrano had tried so gently to remonstrate with her. ”Mais, ma pauvre petite . . .” What might she have seen in his eyes at that moment, had she only looked?
Gazing through her tears at that still face in the moonlight, she knew she was seeing clearly for the first time.
Author(s): litlover12
Rating: PG
Fandom: Cyrano de Bergerac
Character(s): Roxane, Le Bret, mention of Cyrano
Summary: Now, for the first time, she saw clearly.
Warnings: Major spoilers. And major sadness.
Word Count: 204
Author's Notes: For challenge 006, character development. This is my very first Cyrano fanfic, submitted with fear and trembling. (I have sort of a vague feeling that I should have tried to write it in blank verse, but I'm not much of a poet!) Please tag.
“But why?” Roxane whispered helplessly. “Why could he not tell me the truth . . . not just these last fourteen years, but before? Why hide behind Christian?”
Crouched beside her, where she had taken Cyrano into her arms, Le Bret spoke slowly, his voice heavy with grief. “He told me once, Madame, that he feared nothing in this world but you.”
He grimaced at his own words, for even to mention fear over the body of his courageous friend was like speaking an obscenity. Roxane seemed to feel it, too; she drew Cyrano closer to her with a gesture almost protective.
“But if he loved me, how could he fear me?”
“Ah, Madame,” answered Le Bret softly, “he feared because he loved.”
Roxane could speak no more. Her face burning in the darkness, she recalled a young girl prattling about how she could read a man’s soul in his eyes. And Cyrano had tried so gently to remonstrate with her. ”Mais, ma pauvre petite . . .” What might she have seen in his eyes at that moment, had she only looked?
Gazing through her tears at that still face in the moonlight, she knew she was seeing clearly for the first time.