(Picture is mine ^^) The song and picture influenced the story.
I never use Mistica's Providence name (cause I can never remember the Marlechian Providences even though I'm the dork who created them *facepalm*). This one's kinda short (sorry).
Francis was getting worried about his girlfriend, Mistica. She'd been acting more distant lately and had been shying away from any form of contact.
At first he was scared that she'd lost interest in him, or was mad at him, but then he realized that she was doing that to everyone. Even her sisters seemed worried.
"I 'ave no idea what is wrong with my cherie." The Frenchman sighed to himself, sinking further into his couch. "I don't know 'ow I can 'elp 'er if she won't let me know what's wrong."
Outside it was pouring rain. It reflected France's mood perfectly. Dreary.
With another heavy sigh the blonde laid down on the couch and was about to try to drift off. However, a sharp yet weak knock on his front door made him shot up.
He hesitated before quickly walking over to the door and opening it. As soon as he turned the knob the door was pushed in like something weighty was leaning on it.
The something happened to be the very Marlechian Providence that Francis had been worrying over.
Francis managed to catch the female before she fell. Mistica was soaking wet from the rain and she desperately grabbed ahold of Francis' shirt and hid her face in his chest.
After carefully closing the door, he focused on his girlfriend. Now that he was focusing he realized that her form was shaking and lurching.
Francis would have thought that it was due to being cold but the sound of choked back sobs told him otherwise.
"Mistica." He sighed lightly, leading her to sit on the couch and carefully detangleing her from his torso. "Stay put. I'll get you some dry clothes and a towel."
He flashed her a kind smile, briefly meeting her red rimmed eyes.
After handing her a towel and some spare clothes that she kept in his house he guided her to the bathroom to change. While Mistica was drying off Francis decided to grab a few things and set up the living room for some serious "affection therapy".
Mistica seemed to be mostly done crying by the time that she came out of the bathroom. She was mostly dried off too, with her hair in an insane mess.
"Come 'ere cherie." Francis beckoned from the couch, sending her a reassuring smile. " Come and tell me what is bothering you so much."
She sighed heavily and trudged over to the couch. Upon Francis' instruction she laid down so that her torso was resting on his.
As she ranted on about her issues (occasionally lapsing into Russian), Francis ran a brush through her hair until it was detangled and silky again.
As she finally finished her rant Mistica fell silent, just enjoying the feeling of her boyfriend's fingers now softly combing through her hair.
The pair just remained in silence for several more moments until Mistica broke it.
"I love you Francis." She murmured into his shoulder. "I'm really glad that I even got to know you."
Her arms squeezed him a little tighter and he laughed lightly, causing her to look up at him with a worn out but genuinely happy smile.
"Je T'aime aussi, Mistica." He murmured back, drawing her even closer and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm so lucky to 'ave you, mon amore."
Mistica chuckled and closed her eyes, cuddling closer.
Sleep soon pulled them both into its clutches as they lay, safe and happy, with each other.
