Authors note: I don't own any of the canon characters of Asterix the gaul. They all belong to Dargaud, Rene Goscinny and Albert Uderzo. I do own Blanche and any other characters I've made up for the story. This story is based off the characters of the live action movie "Asterix at the Olympic Games", but isn't about that story. It just has some of the same characters, such as Silenceus and Brutus.

Songs of Silence

By Ninjalinda/LittleRedToyota

Chapter 11

The last night… Blanche cuddled as close to Silenceus as she possibly could, tears running down her face constantly. She stroked his back, now even he started crying. His body was shivering so hard, the bed creaked. They clung to each other until they both were soaked in tears and sweat. After a long while there were no tears left. They lied there sobbing, while looking into each other's eyes…

Blanche ran a finger over his nose bridge, up to his forehead, running her hand through his hair. He kissed her. Careful at first, then more craving. She put her leg over his hip to get even closer to him. He stroked her thigh and up towards her breasts. Her nipples stiffened. His manhood grew harder against her leg. For a moment she thought they had to be crazy, wanting to make love now, but then she remembered that it could be the last time.

She kissed him deep, using her tongue even though he couldn't reply with the same. She had never felt so close to him before, never had more intense feelings than this. Her breath was heavy and deep. She caressed his body every place she could reach, wanting to remember each muscle, each part of his skin. He moaned low against her mouth while she explored him, lying completely still, almost holding his breath in rejoice.

It was finally her turn to be caressed. She rolled over to lay on her back, throwing her head back when his mouth closed around her nipple.

He took his time. First he explored her with his fingers, then he kissed on every spot his fingers had been. She was close to screaming from lust.

Finally, he positioned himself over her and allowed his manhood to find its way inside her.

She could have sworn that she felt him in her whole body. The feeling made her cry again. Quiet this time, as if the sorrow and hopelessness has paralyzed her and made her stop fighting. She met him in his slow movements by lifting her hips every time he slipped into her. He kissed her face, again and again. She barely noticed. Everything melted together in lust and desire.

She had no idea how she managed to fall asleep that night, but the next morning she woke up by Asterix shaking her gently.

"Breakfast is ready, Blanche." He said, but without any joy in his voice. He knew what this day meant to her.

Blanche looked to the side, but Silenceus wasn't there. Had he left already?

"Asterix…? Where is Silenceus?" she managed to whimper, tears were already forming in her eyes.

"Mmm!" Silenceus turned to her, standing by the fireplace in full armor. She breathed out in relief.

Asterix shook his head with a sad smile. "You seriously thought he would leave without saying goodbye to you?"

She wrapped the blanket around herself, walking over to the niche behind the curtain to get dressed.

Both men sat by the table when she came back, chewing thoughtfully on some bread.

She sat down beside Silenceus, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

None of them said much while eating, the thought of the separation occupied their thoughts.

Obelix peeked in the door. "The Romans are here to get the… Roman."

Blanche hid her face in her hands, leaning over the table. It was too soon!

Silenceus stroked her over her back, in a poor attempt to comfort her. His face was full of pain.

Asterix stood up. "I'll leave you two alone a little while, I'll be waiting outside. Come out when you're ready, centurion." He walked out and sat on the bench under the tree together with Obelix.

"Poor Blanche." Obelix stated after staring at the sky for a while, holding Dogmatix in his arms while stroking the soft white fur.

"Yeah…" Asterix sighed. He felt like crying himself.

"I haven't told anyone about her and the Roman." Obelix whispered. "Nobody knows."

"That's good. Nobody must ever get to know about this. Blanche will be a nobody to everyone… they will spit at her."

"That's unfair."

"Yeah…"

Asterix turned around as he heard footsteps behind him. The Roman centurion came walking with his stare nailed to the ground, his expression and body language showed how heartbroken he was. He met Asterix' stare and nodded. He was ready to leave now. He looked back at the house one last time, before walking after the little Gaul towards the main gate of the village. Everywhere along their path, villagers were standing shouting swearwords and spitting after him. He gritted his teeth, keeping his stare at the gate, he heard his people talking outside but couldn't see them. The gate was still closed.

Blanche felt like she was shattered in pieces as Silenceus walked out the door, the last she saw of him was his black cape. How was she going to deal with this pain, it was so intense, like she was broken inside. She screamed without a sound, every muscle in her body was like a tight knot, she didn't notice the pain as her nails buried themselves into her palms causing her to bleed.

She felt like she needed to vomit, but wasn't able to move, she was frozen in this painful position. Slowly she started rocking herself back and forth, hoping it would ease the pain a little. A low howl escaped her as the tears finally loosened and started streaming down her cheeks. The sob felt like a release. Finally, she laid down on the floor, crying her heart out.

Asterix turned to the centurion, bidding him farewell. He wanted to shake his hand, or pat him on the shoulder, but the villagers were all watching, so he couldn't. Silenceus nodded, he understood, no words were needed.

"I'm going to follow you outside. I am responsible for you and the villager's safety until you're back with your people." Asterix said, his voice trembled a bit. He had started to count the Roman as a friend. Saying goodbye was hard for him too, not only Blanche.

"Lead him outside, Asterix!" Vitalstatistix' voice thundered. "Let's get rid of him!"

Asterix nodded. "Alright, chief." He motioned to Silenceus to make him go to the gate.

"Wait!" a female voice cut through the air.

Everyone turned their attention to the young woman, running through the crowd barefooted. The villagers gasped as she threw herself towards the roman centurion, clinging to him like there was no tomorrow.

"I love you, Silenceus…" she sobbed, grabbing his face with both hands and kissed him passionately right in front of all the villagers. They all gasped in disbelief.

"Disgraceful whore!" someone shouted.

Blanche ignored them all, she hugged Silenceus close while crying violently. He hugged her back, they both knew that the villagers already had understood and judged them, they didn't have to hide it now these last seconds.

"Ahem!" Vitalstatistix cleared his throat to catch their attention. "Time to leave, Roman!"

Blanche held Silenceus hard, not wanting to let go, but Impedimenta and Bacteria pulled her away. She sank down in her knees, crying as she saw Asterix and Silenceus open the gates and walk outside. The sound of the gate closing behind them was like thunder in her ears. Impedimenta were sitting on the ground with her, holding her arms around her, comforting her like a child.

The other villagers looked at her in disgust as they walked away from the scene. There was nothing more to see, Blanche was weighed on their morality-weight… and found too light. She was nothing to them anymore, she was a lost case, an outcast. None of them would ever go near her again.

Blanche had no idea of how long she sat there in the town square, with Impedimenta's arms around her. Time had stopped the very moment Asterix came back through the gates and she heard the roman legion march away.

The sun went down, her knees were aching. Her eyes were sore, like someone had blown sand into them. All she wanted was to sleep. Sleep and never wake up again.

Asterix and Impedimenta stood up, reaching her a hand.

"Come, Blanche. It's almost night, let's go inside."

Like she was a walking dead, she took their hands and allowed them to lead her to her house. Her life would never be the same again. All because of a wounded Roman centurion, who by chance was dumped in their village…

How strange life could be, she pondered as she looked up at the moon appearing over her house. How helpless we humans are against love… Love, the strongest and weakest weapon on earth…

The end.

Ok ok… I promise; there will be a sequel. It just felt right to end this here… I can't promise that Blanche and Silenceus will meet again, but we're going to follow Silenceus' POV during the "at the Olympic Games" movie. Maybe we'll take a tour to the village now and then to see how everyone is doing, but the main focus will be the Olympic games.