In Search of Frenchman

[fishfishbat]

Who: Marie and Francis
What: 'Tis catching up time~
When: March 2, 2011
Where: Fracis' & Gilbert's appartment

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[la_grand_vie]

"Oui- oui coming! Just one moment!" Francis called from the kitchen, stuck juggling dishes and wine classes from the meal he had just served in an attempt to sate Gilbert. He sighed, dropping the dirty dishes into the sink (carefully) and wiped off his hands on his French flag cooking apron. Company did arrive at just the most likely of times didn't it?

Heaving a heavy sigh and a shake of his head, his mind flicked through the different people it could be- Ivan, perhaps... but no. Rory- most definitely not. Perhaps it was Antonio, here to ask for his assistance again or it might also be his prussian roommate having forgotten his key again.

Needless, it was still company and, putting on a bright smile, he opened the door-

Only to have it falter and a look of shock and confusion take it's place in less than a moment. His lips parted, jaw virtually dropping at the presence of the small, petite young lady in front of him that virtually defied the laws of the universe.

"...Marie?" he breathed out. "Oh mon Dieu, Marie Sevoy? Is that really you?"

I TOTALLY SPEAK

[fishfishbat]

Marie had not seen Francis in more than a year. In that year her life had done little more than flip upside down, leaving someone who was older, deeper, and darker. For the first time in her whole life she was truely alone, running on her own will and what was left of her grandfather's savings. She had decided to take that and come here, a place sure to be her last stop for a long while.

At least it was worth it.

"O-oui," she breathed, her face splitting into a grin. "C'est moi."

[la_grand_vie]

Emotions that Francis hadn't felt and memories he hadn't revisited for years suddenly came rushing back, hitting him hard and stunning him for a few more long moments. And then he suddenly couldn't hold it back anymore, a wet feeling building in his throat as he bent down, wrapping his arms around the smaller woman and pulling her tight to his chest. "Marie," he said softly.

"Oh Marie... It is so good to see you again- Oh mon Dieu," he pulled back, just barely, pressing a kiss to her forehead and smiling wetly. "H-How have you been?"

[fishfishbat]

She hugged him back, laughing softly against his chest. "Are you crying?"

"Oh." She breathed out, laying her forhead on his chest again with a small and slightly bitter smile. "That's a long story. But it's good to see you too."

[la_grand_vie]

"How you have been is a long story?" Francis laughed out weakly, crushing her to his chest for a moment longer before holding her at arms distance. He smiled warmly and let out a light, shaky breath to pull himself together. His heart still ached, lightly, at the memories attached to Marie but seeing her was still fantastic- It was like a piece of his past coming back to him- just for him.

He shook his head slowly, reaching up and cupping her cheek in one of his warm hands. "Forgive me for my over-emotional state... But- oh. Come in! Come in s'il te plait, I have forgotten my matters! Make yourself at home!"

Francis took a step back and motioned for Marie to come inside, turning his body a bit to the side and smiling lightly. "You will have to tell me all of what I have missed, oui?"

[fishfishbat]

She stepped inside, this time taking in the view without her previous nervousness. "Yes I... suppose I will."

Marie sat down on the couch heavily, laughing a little as she sunk into it. She tilted her head back to take in the celing, her hair sliding back from her jaw. "Well..." Her tongue formed the words that had been running through her mind since she had seen the door, then pushed them back down. She sat up straight with a smile. "You're certainly living well."

[la_grand_vie]

Francis gave a small smile and followed her to the couch, leaning over the back of it and chuckling. "Oui... Oui, my parents left me a nice inheritance and I have done... well for myself I think. But I share this with a friend of mine who I..." he paused, glancing around the apartment and frowning. "Well, to be honest I do not know where he is!"

An awkward chuckle broke through his throat and he sighed, straightening once again. "Would you like something to drink? Eat?" he questioned, starting back toward the kitchen and pulling off his apron- Oh Dieu he was still wearing that as well... "My apologies, you caught me while I was doing chores."

The code I got's not working, so use Google Translate, k?

[fishfishbat]

Marie shighed, following Francis back then turning back around.  "Francois, asseyez-vous s'il vous plaît."  Her quiet voice seemed miles and miles away, as if she were speaking across an ocean instead of to the window on the other side of the room.  "Je n'aime pas à quoi vous ressemblez."

|D;; You can always just put the translation at the bottom in OOC~

[la_grand_vie]

"Ah-" Francis paused, blinking and turning back around to face the suddenly (well, she had been like this-) serious woman looking up at him. He cocked an eyebrow curiously at the sudden use of French and gave a slight nod, motioning to his table before taking a seat himself. He watched her profile, trying to make sense of her words and still finding himself a bit confused.

"Ah... Marie?" he questioned. "What exactly are you speaking about? Is something wrong?"

Or that. .......I have no icons for this.

[fishfishbat]

Marie shifted a little, something small and sad falling over her face. "No." She sat a moment before her head fell to her knees. "Granpapa is dead." She stayed that way, shoulders hunched.

;3; ANGST

[la_grand_vie]

"Oh Marie-" Francis quickly stood, walking over to the small woman and carefully wrapping his arms around her. He held her tight, pressing his cheek to the side of her head and taking a deep, long breath. Something about the news hurt more than it should; almost as if he had lost a family member as well. "Oh Marie- cherié- I am so sorry. When did he...?"

YAAAY I mean-

[fishfishbat]

Marie moved her head towards him almost instinctually, placing her hands on his arms. She was trying to keep the water out of her eyes with her eyelashes, but it wasn't working very well. "A-almost a year ago," she said, voice soft. "I-I buried him next to Granmer."

[la_grand_vie]

Lifting her to stand out of her chair, Francis held her tight to his chest and quietly hushed her. He closed his eyes, letting out a long even breath as he rested his cheek at the top of her head and lightly pressed a kiss to her hairline. "Marie- Marie ma cherie-" he cooed softly.

"I am sure they are..." he hated this phrase- but the comfort it offered was more needed than his hatred was strong. "They are in a better place. They are happy and I am sure they are wishing you only ze best in ze world... Is- zat why you came here to Liberty?"

[fishfishbat]

Marie let him.  She leaned against his chest and cried.  "I-"  She sniffed.  "Y-yes.  I didn't- didn't want to be alone in the house and.. Ah.  I didn't see what else there was to do.  I guess..."  She kept her eyes closed her tears slowly stopped, leaning against Francis more for comfort than for support.  Just to have something, a person to hold on to was more than enough.  It was.. warm.