"Sea to your Shore"Fandom:
Albert and FranzRating:
This is very tame, this is just best friend/unrequited sap.Comments:
I decided to write a ficbit based on the next song that came on my MP3 player. And the song that came on was "I Love You"
by Sarah McLachlan, so I decided to do a fic that -wasn't- Xeno. (imagine that). This is a pairing from Gankutsou (The Count of Monte Cristo) and involves Albert Morcef and Franz de'Epinay. Crossposted to shitan
----"Let me surround you,
My sea to your shore..
Let me be the calm you seek"
Franz knew that Albert did not normally cry. That was probably one of the more admirable traits that he saw in the young Viscount. A perpetually sunny face, optimistic even when the world came crashing down around them. For the past couple of days while Albert faced the utter ruination of so many people, he still remained to keep his hope in the Count, in life..despite what Franz tried to tell him.
However as they were laying in their secret little getaway from the world, long after the candles had sputtered to a stop and the wax had hardened against the whick, Franz was laying there on a pile of blankets and holding a bottle of wine. Staring up at the ceiling and wondering if that really was the ceiling for it just looked inky, a scion of infinity.
There was a muffled little sob, a squeak and he turned his head almost as if it were second nature. It had been a sound neigh foreign to him and he shifted so that he was resting on his side. He could see the silouhette of Albert in the darkness, curved perhaps against the pillows that they had snuck in from outside sources. He tried to do it quietly so that Albert would not hear him and then he gently rested his hand against Albert's shoulder in order to straighten the covers.
The sobbing stilled into nothingness, a figment of Franz's imagination. Still he knew it had been there and so he did not wait for Albert to ask, he scooted closer and rested his arms around those shoulders, pressing himself closer and most importantly making Albert believe that he was here, and that he would do anything for him.
Any comfort that he could dole out to his best friend, even if not acknowledged, it was enough to know that Albert did not push him away...
And that was acceptance in it's own fragile way.