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November 01 / Un Long Dimanche de Fiancailles / "Elle le Regarde..."
Title: Elle le Regarde...
Day/Theme: November 01/ Things you've never seen
Series: Un Long Dimanche de Fiancailles
Character/Pairing: Manech/Mathilde
Rating: PG
Notes: This is a scene I cooked up in my head after watching "A Very Long Engagement" starring Audrey Tatou. For those who haven't watched the movie, please don't read this until you've watched it. :P Dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enerirenie. Re-edited thanks to igjarjuk whom I will friend now. :)
Mathilde sits back in her chair and looks at him, trying to contain the excitement she is feeling and contents herself to watch what he is doing.
He is very much the same but she knows that at the same time, he has changed.
There are two fingers missing from his left hand from self-mutilation. Mathilde's leg throbs in time to the beating of her heart, not as painful as it used to be when she first got the polio. She thinks that it must have been very painful for him.
He smiles at her now, looking up from his woodcarving. "Does it hurt when you walk?" he asks, gazing briefly at her leg. Mathilde smiles back, shaking her head, even as tears stream down her face.
"Ils prennent un chocolat chaud maintenant," she says and folds her hands on her lap. They are having a hot chocolate now.
He nods and goes back to work, smiling still. "Ah, oui... Les rejoindrez-vous plus tard?"
Are you going to join them later?
Mathilde whispers "Non..."
She never cared much for hot chocolate except when she had it with him.
The hands that are folded on her lap loosen and Mathilde contents herself with the scents of the garden and the sun shining on her face. She is already making a promise to come and visit him often, to tell him stories of how he was before the war.
Il a demandé votre nom et dit que Mathilde était un très beau nom.
There is a sigh that escapes her lips when she remembers the priest's comforting words. 'At least he thinks that my name is beautiful and he is ready to talk to me,' she thinks.
As the sun slowly sets, Mathilde feels no need to leave just yet. He has been talking to her about some of the things that he remembers...and some of the things he does not. He tells her, "In my dreams I see things you've never seen."
And Mathilde only nods, knowing that he is right in his heart. She cannot begin to imagine what it was like out on Bingo Crepescuelle.
He talks of his dreams that are filled with gunshots and cannonballs bursting as they hit the ground. Of how the explosions feel like the percussions of the Paris Symphonic Orchestra that play the Valkyries' March. He dreams of dead tree trunks where he is painstakingly carving three M's with a small pocket knife.
"They are everywhere!" he exclaims as he sets his tools down and turns to look at her. "I am carving them out because I feel that they are a reassurance to me. I get this feeling that I must live because I am wanted somewhere else."
And Mathilde can only wipe her tears as she listens...
Just before she rises to leave, he places a gentle hand on her shoulder and Mathilde's heart feels full to bursting as she is once again acquainted with his gentle touch.
"Quel est mon nom, Mathilde?" he asks, looking at her expectantly.
Mathilde gives the hand on her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Votre nom est Manech..."
Your name is Manech.
Day/Theme: November 01/ Things you've never seen
Series: Un Long Dimanche de Fiancailles
Character/Pairing: Manech/Mathilde
Rating: PG
Notes: This is a scene I cooked up in my head after watching "A Very Long Engagement" starring Audrey Tatou. For those who haven't watched the movie, please don't read this until you've watched it. :P Dedicated to
enerirenie. Re-edited thanks to igjarjuk whom I will friend now. :)Mathilde sits back in her chair and looks at him, trying to contain the excitement she is feeling and contents herself to watch what he is doing.
He is very much the same but she knows that at the same time, he has changed.
There are two fingers missing from his left hand from self-mutilation. Mathilde's leg throbs in time to the beating of her heart, not as painful as it used to be when she first got the polio. She thinks that it must have been very painful for him.
He smiles at her now, looking up from his woodcarving. "Does it hurt when you walk?" he asks, gazing briefly at her leg. Mathilde smiles back, shaking her head, even as tears stream down her face.
"Ils prennent un chocolat chaud maintenant," she says and folds her hands on her lap. They are having a hot chocolate now.
He nods and goes back to work, smiling still. "Ah, oui... Les rejoindrez-vous plus tard?"
Are you going to join them later?
Mathilde whispers "Non..."
She never cared much for hot chocolate except when she had it with him.
The hands that are folded on her lap loosen and Mathilde contents herself with the scents of the garden and the sun shining on her face. She is already making a promise to come and visit him often, to tell him stories of how he was before the war.
Il a demandé votre nom et dit que Mathilde était un très beau nom.
There is a sigh that escapes her lips when she remembers the priest's comforting words. 'At least he thinks that my name is beautiful and he is ready to talk to me,' she thinks.
As the sun slowly sets, Mathilde feels no need to leave just yet. He has been talking to her about some of the things that he remembers...and some of the things he does not. He tells her, "In my dreams I see things you've never seen."
And Mathilde only nods, knowing that he is right in his heart. She cannot begin to imagine what it was like out on Bingo Crepescuelle.
He talks of his dreams that are filled with gunshots and cannonballs bursting as they hit the ground. Of how the explosions feel like the percussions of the Paris Symphonic Orchestra that play the Valkyries' March. He dreams of dead tree trunks where he is painstakingly carving three M's with a small pocket knife.
"They are everywhere!" he exclaims as he sets his tools down and turns to look at her. "I am carving them out because I feel that they are a reassurance to me. I get this feeling that I must live because I am wanted somewhere else."
And Mathilde can only wipe her tears as she listens...
Just before she rises to leave, he places a gentle hand on her shoulder and Mathilde's heart feels full to bursting as she is once again acquainted with his gentle touch.
"Quel est mon nom, Mathilde?" he asks, looking at her expectantly.
Mathilde gives the hand on her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Votre nom est Manech..."
Your name is Manech.