Disclaimer: I don't own it.
A/N: Yep, it's Eclair/Franz. Yep, it's a bit screwed. And useless. But I like it the way it is.
Picture Perfect
by
Ta-dah/crazy.escapist
He sometimes, in those rare moments that he can hear his own thoughts, when the world is silent enough, his minds clears and he understands.
He understands that he loves her – a human, a bit pretty but not beautiful, her face ever so often (more often than rarely) scrunching in most unattractive way, sometimes funny and witty and sometimes not, pretty average, bit loud and brash, self-absorbed drama queen. And he loves her.
In the same time, he knows that if she was the most beautiful girl in the world, a prodigy with special powers, a reincarnation of someone important, some fuckin' Sailor Jupiter or whatever that saved the world – and repeatedly; a hero without a flaw, - he knows that he would still love her.
This is what makes him believe he really, truly, loves her and this is what makes his heart clench.