The Microfic/Drabble Meme!
Requested By: Tab Cat
Prompt: A non-tragic, happy meeting in secret.
Pairing/Characters: Marie Antoinette, Hans Axel von Fersen
Fandom: Rose of Versailles
He was so tired of lying to himself. He couldn't pretend to be indifferent any longer, couldn't pretend that she wasn't at the forefront of his mind nearly every moment of every day. He laughed and talked with Oscar and André, but it was all so fake, so forced; he felt like he was deceiving them.
Oscar probably saw right through him.
What was it that had turned the people of France against Her Majesty? She was a good person, a generous queen, he thought, though perhaps a bit misguided at times. She was beautiful and elegant. Behold, a wonder! She was like a star in the sky, brilliant as she shimmered there, even behind the clouds. If he looked hard enough, he would always find her.
And after seven years, he was back. France, though, was nothing like he remembered. What had happened since he'd left? He couldn't take it anymore.
He had to see her.
The garden was dark, and she slowly made her way through it, careful not to make a sound. No, she could not bear to lose this opportunity! Fersen… Ah, Fersen! For seven years, she had waited for this day. She wouldn't miss it for the world.
With a light swish of her skirts, she side-stepped a root that poked out of the ground, and then, suddenly, there he was. She had already seen him since he had returned to France, but for some reason, he looked more real in the glow of the moon.
Startled, he turned around, and when he saw who it was, he smiled softly, "Lady Antoinette…"
She could hardly move, but somehow, she found herself in his arms, her fingers clasping the front of his coat desperately. "Fersen, Fersen," she mumbled repetitively, letting his clothes soak up her tears of relief, of happiness.
He lifted her chin and touched the curve of her jaw, his fingertips only barely skimming against her skin. She could hardly stand it anymore. She couldn't wait, even for another second; standing on her toes, she reached up and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Blushing slightly at her own forwardness, she laughed. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "But I missed you so much."
"It's okay," he murmured back, returning the favor, letting his lips linger on her for a long moment. "I've dreamed of this moment all of those long years away from you."
Her arms wrapped around him, holding him close. He was so perfect, so amazing. It was no wonder that she loved him so much that she couldn't stop loving him for one single second.
"Just…for a moment," she said, her voice clogged with tears, "let me hold you."
And he did, his arms holding onto her just as tightly as she did him.
I really need to learn how to write short things. Well, no matter. Fersen and Antoinette had a bit of happiness here. It was a little angsty, maybe? But you can't have the two of them without a dash of angst! They're just so happy to see one another… Anyway, feedback is appreciated. Thanks for reading!