Disclaimer: This Rose of Versailles fanfiction is based upon the comic book/anime series of the same name. All characters and situations are sole property of Riyoko Ikeda. No profit is being made from this. :)
Alain de Soissons was a man of action. And he made sure everyone around him knew that.
He did not care much for the flowery speech and never-ending spiels that were so reminiscent of poets. The few words that he did speak always had the purpose of instilling fear or dictating commands, perhaps a joke or two, but he never complimented or openly admired anyone.
During roll calls, he would watch Andre's eyes follow Oscar's every move, every snap of her wrist, every blink of her eye. He would listen to him talk and talk about how beautiful she was, how smart she was, how goddamn perfect she was. And Alain would just nod his head in agreement, tossing in a few "Mmm-hmm"s here and there. What he hadn't been banking on was the fact that he eventually understood everything that Andre had said about their commander. He realized how wonderful Oscar was, how confident she was, how strong she was, how fiercely independent she was. Soon, he too began to let his mind fill up with the very metaphors that he had once so despised.
It all felt so terrifying and brilliant to Alain, this feeling of admiration he had for her. Slowly, she was no longer a stuck-up noblewoman to him, but bona fide human being.
Maybe those poets weren't so bad, either.
Author's Note: LAAAAME. Oh well. I kinda got tired of working on my other oneshots, so I wrote this to get out of a rut. :) I know it's not the best thing ever written, so I would love some reviews/critique! Now that the semester is over, I'll have more time to write. Have a wonderful day, and thanks for reading!
(By the way, this is for the 64damn_prompts community on LiveJournal.)
