Fleur's smile became a bit stronger as Gabrielle reassured her. She couldn't help but to feel completely loved at that moment and felt so much for her sister. "Zhank you."
Shaking her head, Fleur remained stubborn. "I am, soeur." She tried to stop her tears, "I couldn't even stop 'er! I tried and eet was useless, I was like a doll, I reached for my wand and she broke my wrist wizhout a zhought!" she whimpered at the memory ot her wrist snapping in Bellatrix's hand and could hear the bones snap in her ear as if it was happening all over again.
Taken aback as her sister yelled and dropped to her knees, Fleur watched her and gasped slightly as Gabrielle's soft lips pressed to the marred skin. She resisted the urge to stroke the younger Delacour's hair and let her stand again, eyes on Gabrielle. "Y-you don't...find eet ugly?" She asked softly.
Smiling, Fleur remembered well her mother's words. Maybe their mother was right. Maybe if she allowed herself love, it would help her forget. Her heart soared as Gabrielle spoke of love, but it fell down again at the hurt sound of her voice as she ended.
Taking a deep breath, Fleur leaned her forehead to Gabrielle's. Maybe she should listen to her mother's words. She had never steered Fleur wrong before. Maybe she should try and accept help for once, accept love instead of hiding from it.
"Maybe Maman ees right. " She squeezed Gabrielle's hand and prepared herself to confess her one secret that had been eating away at her for far to long. "I love you, Gabrielle. I do." She knew her sister could tell the difference of loves, that the one FLeur was now talking about was a lover's love. She drew her lip into her mouth again. "I am just so scared..." She whispered.