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Prompt#426 - Bravura - Past - amaranthine_7 - Original
Title: Past
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Prompt 426 - Bravura
Warnings: Written with a very foggy brain from the drowsiness of my cold.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Cécile looked at her watch one more time. She had been waiting for almost half an hour now.
Cécile looked at her watch one more time. She had been waiting for almost half an hour now. The array of light and water jets was becoming too repetitive to her taste and she was beginning to feel hungry. She took her phone from her pocket and called Amadine again. The phone rang and rang until she reached the voice mail. She glanced at her watch as if to ascertain that Amandine was really half an hour late before lifting her gaze to scan the crowd one last time. There was no sign of the other woman. That's it then, she thought. I'm going looking for her. She ventured into the town centre and away from their meeting point. If Amandine were to arrive, she could call her to let her know.
She walked down the high street, scanning the crowd for the face of her friend but couldn't find her. She was about to give up when she noticed the familiar figure of her friend in a side street. She marched into it, ready to yell and protest about Amandine's lateness when she noticed where the young woman stood. She was very still, her hands buried deep into her coat pocket, her eyes fixed on the violins on display behind the window. Immediately her anger vanished and she felt a tinged of pain in its place. She gently placed a hand on her friend's shoulder.
'Do you want to get in,' she asked quietly. 'You could...' But before she had the opportunity to finish her sentence, Amandine was already shaking her head, refusing her offer. Cécile leaned against her, wrapping an arm around the other woman's shoulders and remained silent for an instant before adding. 'I know it wouldn't be the same but you could still play. You can still play. I'm sure you're still good.'
Amandine finally tore her eyes away from the shop at those words to look at her friend instead. Cécile could see the agony painted all over her friend's face. 'I couldn't. I used to... My fingers flew on the strings... it was...' She looked back at the instruments losing herself into memories of past performances and applause. 'But now... it's all ruined,' she finished in a low voice.
Cécile could feel Amandine's hands clenched into her coat pocket. Hands that had once been so elegant and fast but were now disfigured by scars that had burned away the agility of the past. She had tried to console her friend many times before and she didn't know what to say anymore so she simply squeezed her shoulder a little harder. 'Let's go, yeah?' It wasn't really a question as when she had finished speaking, she starting leading her friend away from the side street and back into the crowds. They could lose themselves there and pretend the past didn't exist. They could reinvent themselves among the people traveling through the streets. They could be two anonymous souls with the future ahead of them.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Prompt 426 - Bravura
Warnings: Written with a very foggy brain from the drowsiness of my cold.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Cécile looked at her watch one more time. She had been waiting for almost half an hour now.
Cécile looked at her watch one more time. She had been waiting for almost half an hour now. The array of light and water jets was becoming too repetitive to her taste and she was beginning to feel hungry. She took her phone from her pocket and called Amadine again. The phone rang and rang until she reached the voice mail. She glanced at her watch as if to ascertain that Amandine was really half an hour late before lifting her gaze to scan the crowd one last time. There was no sign of the other woman. That's it then, she thought. I'm going looking for her. She ventured into the town centre and away from their meeting point. If Amandine were to arrive, she could call her to let her know.
She walked down the high street, scanning the crowd for the face of her friend but couldn't find her. She was about to give up when she noticed the familiar figure of her friend in a side street. She marched into it, ready to yell and protest about Amandine's lateness when she noticed where the young woman stood. She was very still, her hands buried deep into her coat pocket, her eyes fixed on the violins on display behind the window. Immediately her anger vanished and she felt a tinged of pain in its place. She gently placed a hand on her friend's shoulder.
'Do you want to get in,' she asked quietly. 'You could...' But before she had the opportunity to finish her sentence, Amandine was already shaking her head, refusing her offer. Cécile leaned against her, wrapping an arm around the other woman's shoulders and remained silent for an instant before adding. 'I know it wouldn't be the same but you could still play. You can still play. I'm sure you're still good.'
Amandine finally tore her eyes away from the shop at those words to look at her friend instead. Cécile could see the agony painted all over her friend's face. 'I couldn't. I used to... My fingers flew on the strings... it was...' She looked back at the instruments losing herself into memories of past performances and applause. 'But now... it's all ruined,' she finished in a low voice.
Cécile could feel Amandine's hands clenched into her coat pocket. Hands that had once been so elegant and fast but were now disfigured by scars that had burned away the agility of the past. She had tried to console her friend many times before and she didn't know what to say anymore so she simply squeezed her shoulder a little harder. 'Let's go, yeah?' It wasn't really a question as when she had finished speaking, she starting leading her friend away from the side street and back into the crowds. They could lose themselves there and pretend the past didn't exist. They could reinvent themselves among the people traveling through the streets. They could be two anonymous souls with the future ahead of them.