The front door bursts open and the bar is filled with the drunken renditions
La Marseillaise,
Les Anges dans nos campagnes, and
Nouvelle agreáble all jumbled together in joyous celebration.
--Aux armes citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons,
Marchons, marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillon--
Fleur slips through the door and slams it behind her, but not before a blonde bludle of little sister scampers in after her. Gabrielle is frumpled, graceless ball of lace, velvet, and loose blonde hair. Fleur is grinning from ear to ear. Her face is flush. And she is dripping in diamonds from the tips of her ears to hand beaded train on her frost gown.
She is ridicioulously happy.
The little girl chatters excitedly as Fleur makes her way over to the christmas tree and begins dropping down presents.
( Ophelia )“So this is your home?”
“Was, my little rose. Was.” Fleur digs into her bottomless purse, her arm disappearing up to her elbow in her search.
( Death )Gabrielle snorts delicately. “Is.”
“Was!”
“You pretend. It will distract you when I go through your closest.”
( Raph )“Was, and you are too young to go through my closest. You will be shocked and traumatized, and Maman will kill me when you die of heart failure.”
“I’ve seen your bondage things. They are very shiny. Can I play with them?”
“NO!”
In her shock, she drops her purse. A simply wrapped gift for her secret santa and an aged book fall out. She absently drops her secret santa gift under the tree as she stares at the book. She takes a deep breath before she picks it up. Gabrielle watches her and licks her lips. She much rather her sister kept that one. She liked to lock herself up in her room with that book. Fleur comes to a decision as she teases her fingers across the dog-eared pages. She drops it under the tree.
( Bernard )Mother Delacour appears in the doorway, drunk and just as beautiful as her daughter. Diamonds are a girl’s best friend. “
Bergers, pour qui cette fête~ Quel est l'objet de tous ces chants? Vite ! Vite ! Le vin--ooh! Your bar~! It is not so shiny as I thought. Oh, look, little young things! ‘ello, little young things--"
Fleur grabs her sister’s hand and drags her to the door. “Gabrielle has been going through my closest! We must punish her!”
“Oh, did she find your leather harness? I’ve been looking for that--"
“Maman!”
Gabrielle and Mother Delacour cackle together as they pull Fleur back through the front door and back to Paris.
“Satan retenait dans les fers
Les peuples de tout l'univers
Mais cette nuit, Satan s'enfuit
Devant cet enfant adorable—“And the door slams shut.