Remix: Slivers on Your Tongue (The Two Worlds Remix) [Bill, Victoire, 100 words, rated PG, no warnings], by kerravonsen
Languages are not words, they are worlds.
Victoire could slip between worlds as easily as taking a breath.
Bill could only stand on the border. He thought it would be enough. But as the years passed, his Fleur drifted further away; distance growing to silence. Then she was gone.
Victoire had stayed, but it wasn't until she woke from a nightmare, babbling in French, that he realized that she felt even more cut off than he did.
For her, he would try. He would brave the border again.
Languages are not words, they are worlds. But love knows no boundaries.