Post by Robert de Leoncre on Dec 26, 2006 14:42:41 GMT
Robert could sense the emotion behind Anna's words. He stared into her eyes and took her hands in his, not knowing how else to comfort her. "Oh Anna." he said gently. "You are someone." he said quietly. "You don't need anyone to know that for yourself. Perhaps all this.." he paused, searching for the right words, "persecution has made you believe that the world around you is a vile and distasteful place, but believe me when I tell you that it is not." he said quietly.
"There are those who are evil, but evil can be overturned by good if influenced. The worst mistake one could ever make is to loose hope. And that, my dear miss Dawn is something that I do not want to allow to anyone--most especially you." he said gently. He brought her hands up to his and kissed them gently. "Whatever wrong you have committed, I will right if you would allow me." he said deeply.
He was touched by this woman whose facade seemed so strong. She had seemingly built a wall around herself. A wall that was wrought out of hate, fear and confusion. Though a glimmer of warmth still was inside her, he could feel it. Being who he was, he did not wish for the good in Anna Dawn to be extinguished by th overwhelming things that were happening around them.
"I'm here to help, Anna." he said gently. "Whatever it is that I can do, I shall. There will always be retribution, Anna. Always." he said gently. The soft strains of the violin reached his ears, and he was reminded of the cold. He took out his wand and cast a charm around them to warm up their surroundings.
He looked into Anna's violet eyes and was reminded of the flowers that he used to pick in the fields of France for his mother when he was but a small boy. He remembered stringing them together to make a crown. There was no simpler happiness than that of a child's. Such innocence and purity. His memories of such days were the only thing that was keeping him sane in spite of all the malevolence that happened around him.
He sought to change things. To influence the people around him, hoping that they too would influence their fellowmen in return. His time in Asia had done him well. It was in a small village there that he had realised the value of family, and how togetherness of one family could affect those around them.
Indeed, he was, like a lot of Frenchmen, arrogant and even vain--but only up to a certain point. He was unlike them for he knew his priorities and what really mattered to him. He lived for the world, and not for what pleasures it could offer him. "Always." he repeated.
"There are those who are evil, but evil can be overturned by good if influenced. The worst mistake one could ever make is to loose hope. And that, my dear miss Dawn is something that I do not want to allow to anyone--most especially you." he said gently. He brought her hands up to his and kissed them gently. "Whatever wrong you have committed, I will right if you would allow me." he said deeply.
He was touched by this woman whose facade seemed so strong. She had seemingly built a wall around herself. A wall that was wrought out of hate, fear and confusion. Though a glimmer of warmth still was inside her, he could feel it. Being who he was, he did not wish for the good in Anna Dawn to be extinguished by th overwhelming things that were happening around them.
"I'm here to help, Anna." he said gently. "Whatever it is that I can do, I shall. There will always be retribution, Anna. Always." he said gently. The soft strains of the violin reached his ears, and he was reminded of the cold. He took out his wand and cast a charm around them to warm up their surroundings.
He looked into Anna's violet eyes and was reminded of the flowers that he used to pick in the fields of France for his mother when he was but a small boy. He remembered stringing them together to make a crown. There was no simpler happiness than that of a child's. Such innocence and purity. His memories of such days were the only thing that was keeping him sane in spite of all the malevolence that happened around him.
He sought to change things. To influence the people around him, hoping that they too would influence their fellowmen in return. His time in Asia had done him well. It was in a small village there that he had realised the value of family, and how togetherness of one family could affect those around them.
Indeed, he was, like a lot of Frenchmen, arrogant and even vain--but only up to a certain point. He was unlike them for he knew his priorities and what really mattered to him. He lived for the world, and not for what pleasures it could offer him. "Always." he repeated.