Word count: 100
A/N: I needed to take a break from my manifesto and write these two in a drabble to re-charge my brain. This is a bit of an AU situation in the projection booth.
Optional: Tarantino should give me Shosanna and Fredrick for Christmas, but he won't.
"I am Shosanna Dreyfus."
She and Marcel knew that they could possibly die that night.
But now, as Shosanna cradled the dying young man in her lap, she knew her fate was sealed.
The rest of them would be consumed by the flames of her righteous anger; but Fredrick would burn with her, with compassion, and perhaps, if she would admit it, love.
He weakly nodded his head in acknowledgment of her confession and whispered,
As her laughter filled the auditorium, Shosanna enveloped Fredrick within her arms with all her strength as the flames rose at her back.