"She did." Fleur almost choked on her words. Stubbornness was a Delacour trait, it seemed. She could barely let herself look in her sister's eyes. Her sister. Flawless, perfect Gabrielle whom she loved. She tried to believe her words.
Fleur didn't resist Gabrielle's touch, in fact, she welcomed it and nuzzled into the hand as it caressed her cheek. "Y-you do?" she asked quietly. In truth, those four words made her day, knowing that her sister still found her beautiful enough to want to bed.
A part of her screamed to give in right there and take Gabrielle to bed and forget Bellatrix and the scar and what had happened. And with that thought, the memories flooded back again and she cringed visibly.
Finally, the first tear fell. The another and after that a slow stream as she tried to hold them back. She looked to Gabrielle with broken eyes. "I try to forget, soeur." She bit her lip to keep it from trembling like a child's, "But zhen I remember. Everyzhing."
Fleur hardly kept her voice from choking, "I remember 'er laughter at my blood and pain. I remember zhe pain. I can still feel eet, Gabrielle." Plenty more tears were forming by this point. "I can feel eet inside of me and her cold blade on me."
"I remember her laughing as she marked me. She marked me so I would remember and now I'll never forget." Fleur breathed deeply, "She broke me. Ruined my body, zhat mark won't ever go away." Fleur had kept her feelings pent up for to long, leading everyone to believe she was alright when inside they had been screaming to be let out and she could no longer contain them any more. "Look at me! Weak and pathetic, just like she said I was..."