(Hello readers for those of you who know me I am getting back into writing. I just feel inspired suddenly. As if my muse has returned and I can finally focus, I will be looking over all the stories I have up and will do my best to finish them, add to them, and add more. This one I am working on now is for someone special who has rekindled my passion and I hope she likes this. To my dearest beautiful butterfly, I write this for you and hope you will remember where the inspiration for it came from.)
Black Roses Red
The moon was high in the night sky as the blond stood outside the open window. He took a breath as he raised the violin up to his chin and closed his eyes playing the first note. The song echoed into the night as he focused on calling to the one he wanted to listen to him. Francis played the music under the moonlight as he heard the soft gasp and felt those beautiful eyes on him. He was listening…
Roderich had been about to turn in for the night when lovely music caught his attention. He had hurried to find out where it cam from only to find Francis Bonnefoy out in his garden. The Austrian couldn't believe his eyes. The moon was the spotlight to this mini concert and the music was amazing. He had never seen this side of the Frenchman before. It made him question his opinion of the other. He stepped away from the window and rushed down to him. He had to know why the blond was doing this.
As the music came to an end Francis looked up only to find the window empty. When he turned to look away he saw Roderich come out of the house and stop in front of him.
"W-Why? Why did you come here?"
Francis could see that he was waiting for an answer. "I came to tell you, I think you are the most beautiful man I've ever seen. Many times I have tried to speak up and tell you but you always past me by. I figured that I should try one last time to get your attention."
Roderich stood there staring trying to think of what to say. This could be some trick but when he looked the French man in the eyes he knew it was no trick. Francis was being honest with him. The dark haired man took a step forward until he was inches from the blond. He took a breath and kissed him. Francis pulled him close returning it with all the passion in his body.
Finally, after the pain of being tortured by Arthur, of Antonio and Gilbert leaving him alone. Finally he had that special some one to turn his black roses red. They pulled apart and stared into each other's eyes. "Je t'aime mon beau papillon," he said stroking Roderich soft brown locks. "To you I will always be grateful I had almost thought I would never know true happiness."
