A/N: This is shortie for you all. I wrote it yonks ago and thought I might put it up, but the chapters are quite short and I personally think it's a bit boring. But it's Roux romantic, so that makes me happy, because he's lovely.
Chapter One: Hope
He didn't sit with the other gypsies. In fact, most of them weren't sitting at all, but swimming in the wide river, on which floated the wooden boats and gypsy entourage that was their home. The children were all playing together, yes, he could see them from his spot. And parents were swimming, or fishing for that night's supper. He didn't swim with them, or fish. He sat alone on the riverbank, softly strumming a guitar and humming a quiet tune to himself. He moved his fingers down the frets of the guitar, tapping his feet slowly to keep the rhythm in his head, which was nodding along to the beat also, his brown hair held tight in a ponytail.
He was thinking about a woman, Vianne. A woman he'd met a few months ago, who ran a chocolaterie in a very conformist town. He hadn't seen her in months, but he wanted to, he wanted to just sail back to the place where she lived and visit her, and her daughter Anouk, and her pet kangaroo Pontouf. They were great people, they didn't hold others opinions close to them, they were, just like he, travellers. Travelling the world whenever they wished, for whatever purpose struck them.
He would rather travel than settle down. He'd rather live his own life than live his life someone else's way. He needed freedom like he needed the air he breathed, and travelling gave him just that. And he always had people to look out for him, they were his family, not blood relatives, but he'd travelled with them for so long they should have been. True, he didn't have a family of his own, and for the moment, he didn't feel he needed one, if he wanted to be with children there were plenty that were other peoples. But maybe, when the right person came along, and he didn't feel that it was Vianne.