Sorry it's been a while. Last week my muse had me write a songfic style for Monster in Paris. Cant really post it here yet because i have a sneaking suspician that someone will report it and it will get deleted after getting 10 likes/reviews. That's what happened to the last songfic i posted. Ill post it eventually tho, once i get the second part written.
It started like any day. Francoeur sat in the stage area strumming his guitar, making sure it was in tune. He heard a thud at the front door and went to see who it was. It was Raoul with a large and apparently heavy box of champagne. Francoeur helped him out, taking the box with ease.
"Thanks big man." Raoul said following behind. He raised an eyebrow noting that Francoeur was wearing an odd wig that spiked straight upwards. He shook head. He pulled out a small notebook and marked off his current delivery as complete. Tucking the book away he looked around, "So, where's Lucille?" he asked nonchalantly.
Placing the box of champagne on a table near the kitchen for the servers to take care of, Francoeur answered. "I do not know. I have not seen her all day. And Madame Carlotta left early this morning also." Francoeur seemed confused at such behavior.
Raoul scratched his beard and pulled out his watch. After checking the time he put it away, only to pull it back out quickly. "Shit, is that the date?" He slapped his hand to his forehead and slumped into a nearby chair, hand shielding his eyes.
Francoeur, concerned over his friend's sudden change in behavior, gave an inquisitive chirp. Raoul looked up, a sad look on his face, answering three short words: "It's Lucille's birthday."
Francoeur had climbed the stairs to the cabaret's attic. Raoul had deliveries to go to, after explaining what a 'birthday' was, and why for Lucille it was a bad thing.
"It's the same date she lost her parents. They were in a car accident trying to get to her house twenty years ago. There was a snow storm. I'll never forget that night; she was so heart broken. She's hated celebrating her birthday ever since."
Raoul had suggested that Lucille was most likely in the attic where her parents belongings were kept. Francoeur had removed his shoes so his footsteps were quieter; so as to not disturb Lucille when approaching her. He found her in a corner with a photo album; tears were running down her cheeks. Francoeur was unsure how to approach her, suddenly reminded of a different time when Lucille was sad. When he was thought to be dead, but in fact just shrunk back to a tiny flea. Lucille had wept for him then and there was no way he could comfort her; tell her he was not dead. He did not like seeing Lucille distraught.
He quietly walked over and sat down next to her, curling his legs against his torso. Lucille jumped when she noticed his presence, but remained quiet. The only sound in the attic was the sound of Francoeur's soft breathing. Lucille suddenly felt thankful for the people she had in her life, instead of sorrowful for the people that weren't. She leaned her head against Francoeur's arms, and looked up at his face, giving him a sad smile.
"Thank you for being here Francoeur." secretly wishing to herself 'please don't ever leave me again.' Francoeur returned the smile, resting one of his hands on hers. They spent the rest of the afternoon in the attic, Lucille eventually telling Francoeur about her parents. Francoeur happy that Lucille longer seemed depressed.
I think i was partially inspired by a fan comic i read, so i will link it:
cherubim101. deviantart art/You-say-it-best-2-257804801
