Light For The Lost
This title sounds really emo but i promise it makes narrative sense
Anyway here’s Pere Robert and Belle because I have Feelings
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and @lumiereswig i like ur blog and you said you wanted more Pere Robert stuff so here
Robert looked up when he heard the sniffling from outside the door.
It was late, late enough that the sky was on fire and the shadows were thick and reaching. In windows, lights were blown out as the night came sneaking into Villeneuve. It turned the small chapel into a haven of shadows and dancing candlelight, soft and gentle on day-tired eyes. Robert wasn’t unused to the people of Villeneuve making their way to the chapel. People felt safe there, protected against whatever beasts had risen up to nip at their heels. So, when Robert heard the tiny cries, he set down the book he’d been reading (he always read before bed) and went to go see what unfortunate needed help.
When he opened the door, the girl who’d been sitting there, back to the doorway, gasped and jumped backwards, falling over with a start in the dirt. She blinked owlishly at him, face red and tear-sodden.
He recognized her, of course. Belle Durant, daughter of the artist Maurice Durant. The pair kept mostly to themselves. Robert generally saw them when they showed up at the chapel nearly every Sunday, very polite and quiet, singing along to the hymns, although also whispering to each other during lulls in the service. While they were hardly unfriendly, they were very private people who rarely mixed with the rest of the townsfolk. Robert had never seen Belle at the school -
Whispers on the air, the sweet scent of roses -
Which was right, of course. The schoolmaster had never let girls into the school, not for as long as Robert could remember. Such a shame, really.
He knelt down carefully in front of Belle. “What’s the matter, Mlle Durant?”