Time Waits For No One Chapter 5: 70 days left, an a monster in paris/un monstre à paris fanfic

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Chapter 5: 70 days left

A few days had passed, and there was no signs of Lucille remembering her drunken attack on Francoeur. He remembered each time she flashed him a smile though, but he wouldn't bring it up.

Today they headed to the movie theater for the new Méliès film. Francoeur was not quite used to films yet, it frightening him the moving pictures, they were like living dreams alive on the screen. Lucille held his gloved hands during the show, easing his fears, but it did nothing for his invisible heart. He was relieved as soon as the film was over, stepping out into the light at the first opportunity; he was tired of dark places, it brought on bad feelings. Emile met up with them right after, bubbling over with excitement. "Wasn't it great? It makes me feel more alive. What about you?"

Fixing her hat, she commented."I'm not sure if Francoeur agrees, but it makes me realize that my reality is not that extraordinary"

"Not at all, I think it's great that you get to live a dream several nights a week. If I was so talented, then perhaps it would be my film playing in there"

"In time it will happen, like they say, Rome was not built in a day"

"Thanks Lucille. Me and Maud can't wait to hear your new song, I heard it was going to be revolutionary"

"My aunt likes to exaggerate a bit, but yes it will be nice. Francoeur has been really inspired as of late, so I believe we will not disappoint"

"I have to go, but I'll see you two later"

"Bye Emile"

Walking down the boulevard, Francoeur enjoyed the twittering of birds, hoping to learn something from them. While Francoeur was distracted, Lucille noticed a few people giving them stares. Most of new Paris were opened minded to the masked Francoeur, but the older generation looked down upon him, thinking him still as the monster of Paris.

But Lucille took it in stride, softening her eyes, and grabbing his arm with a smile. "Do you think we can disappear?"

Examining the sincerity in her face, the curious faces stood still waiting for what would happen next. Looking at the curious faces then back at Lucille, he took off his shoes and gloves, holding them in one arm and scooping Lucille with the other arms. "Where do we go while we stand middle in the road?" He sang

Seeing their hungry eyes still waiting, she caressed his cold cheek to spite them. "Take me away from here, to see Paris the way only you can"

He was a bit hesitant, but he could not disobey. With a powerful jump, they flew through the air, lighter then dandelion seeds in the breeze. Lucille held tightly to her hat, clutching tightly to Francoeur in the process. For a few moments they free falled through the air, and she closed her eyes tightly, hiding her face in his chest. Clutching tightly to her, they landed on some strangers rooftop, scaring away the pigeons.

It was a long way to the Eiffel Tower, but the view could not be beat. He quickly loosened his grip, afraid she couldn't breath. The initial shock of it all soon passed, and the color to her cheeks returned. Lucille took careful steps, but relaxed once she realized the floor wouldn't disappear. Finding a stray feather, she picked up a feather, and handed it to Francoeur. "I never knew flying could make me feel as light as a feather."

Sniffing it, he stuck the feather in his hat. He chirped, happy for the small gesture. He always seemed to be delighted by the little things she thought. However, all the nice times they had, something just felt missing. Making a little distance, she looked over the horizon, feeling suddenly small. "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if you could speak, if we were the same. The professor told us it was impossible, but I still wonder if you would learn somehow. What would we talk about? What would be your innermost feelings? I know you are a flea and have made sacrifices, but is what we do for you enough? Does this sort of life make you happy?"

Taking out his harmonica from his inner coat pocket, he started to play, and to reply the best way he knew.

"My happiness floats like fat butterflies

Having more then I could ever want

If I was selfish, then I wouldn't need dreams

However realities taunt

Life is not pretty like story books

Or moving pictures on the screen

I live quite fairly, though I can not spare the harsh reality

Life is not always fair, but do I care?

Of course I do when I dream I think of you

And grab passing moments in time

Do I lie? I try not to, to spare you a heartache

For whose sake do I do what I do, there is no answer but you.

At night it's hard to sleep with the thought of rising suns

Cause every day I hope I will see another one

You don't know what could happen or if I'll just disappear

But in my head I try not to think of memories full of fear.

Please do not ask if I feel heartache because I will tell you it's true

I can't think straight at night

Since my memories all lead to you"

It was pitiful, the shivering Francoeur, looking as though he'd shake out of his skin. Taking his hand, she gave it a squeeze. She cooed, feeling empathy like a squeeze to the heart. "I won't ask anymore, but I hope you will tell me. Though I do wonder what you mean when you said all your memories lead to me?"

He was silent, he could not say what was on his mind because it was her that made him blind.

In the evening, before the show, Lucille put on a blindfold over her eyes to fit the songs concept. Leading her to the stage, she felt the warmth of the stage light. "Welcome to the Rare bird, I would say it is nice to see you but I cannot. We have another new song for you written by our own Monsieur Francoeur called, Color me blind"

"Love covered my eyes leading to a world of surprise

I cannot say it's nice to see you since I'm blind