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She is resting her chin on her knees. Just watching the open letter from Roland on the bed in front of her.

Fleur has never been good at goodbyes.

Date: 2005-08-29 03:40 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (do tell)
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Bill walks in from downstairs, a copy of the Times of London in his hand, ready to look for flats.

He closes the door behind him, watching Fleur reading what looks like a letter. Sitting by her side but not reading it -- it's not his to read unless she says so -- he rubs her back idly. "What is it, love?"

Date: 2005-08-29 03:54 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (longing)
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"Go?" He studies her eyes, back and forth, for a long silent moment. There's so much he could say and so much he doesn't need to say and really, he's not certain where to start.

Where would I go?

We're married. We go together.

Do you want me to go?

Should I be thinking about leaving?

Do I need to be jealous of Roland?

In the end, he simply wraps his arms around her and rocks her back and forth, back and forth. "I love you. Why would I leave you?"

Date: 2005-08-29 04:14 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (contemplative)
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"It's simple."

Resting his hands on her shoulder, he forces her to look up at him. "You follow me, hit me over the head with an anvil, and ask what the fuck is wrong with me."

Bill traces her lips with his fingertip. "My dear, my love, my wife: I believe that the vow I made to you when we wed included the words so long as we both shall live. I have no intention of dying, and trust me when I say it would take that to rip me from your side." He taps the Times. "I thought we could start flat-hunting. Forge a place that's just our own, that could be a little paradise of the Fleur-and-Bill variety, where we could do whatever we want, away from the watchful glare of family or people who profess to be friends or to care."

He glances down, pondering. "You left me before, and look: all I had to do was open my eyes to find you again. I would search the world for you, Fleur. I would give you anything you wanted, and I promise: I will never, ever leave you. I swear it."

Date: 2005-08-29 04:41 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (shadowy)
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Bill shakes his head. "I'll go back to the Order, but on a low level. And I'll tell the goblins that I'm staying in London: no more trips to Egypt. For all their greed and desire to have shiny little things to line their walls, they do understand about love and marriage. And if they don't like it, I'll find a different job that won't take me away from you. I'm certainly qualified to do a few things other than curse-breaker."

Really, it's a wrench to give it up: he loves his job.

But he loves Fleur even more.

"And I won't take any jobs for the Order where you can't come along and be by my side."

He takes her hands into his and for a moment feels incompetent, clumsy, out of his league. But only for a moment. "They say marriage is about compromise and I will give up those other things if it will make you happy. There's no need to panic: we're a team. We'll do things together or not at all. And we'll always have this place to come back to when we need a break from all the things going on out there."

I wish there was more I could say.

Then he smiles.

"Just don't ever ask me to cut my hair."

Date: 2005-08-29 05:01 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (longing)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"I like it too."

Hold me, Fleur, just like you are now, and don't ever, ever let me go.

His voice is a whisper in her ear.

"Then you'll come with me to Egypt when I go. We'll have a flat in London and one in Luxor and spend our time at each one, and I like your cooking."

For the first time since they wed, he's afraid of losing her. But he won't lose her to nameless fears: he won't let that happen. They'll chip away at all the arguments until a shining solution presents itself and makes so much sense that neither of them can deny it or ignore it.

"You're my bride. Travel with me. Experience it all by my side. We go together or not at all."

Date: 2005-08-29 06:10 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (contemplative)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
Bill lets out his own laugh, then. "So you're telling me we're both pathetic cooks. Well, fair enough: we can take a cooking class together, or we can order in. I've no problem with either."

Those are simple practicalities, as are working out the details of living space(s) and responsibilities and everything else. "If you're unhappy, you tell me. If I'm unhappy, I'll tell you. And then, as you said, we'll work it out, and... no. We're not supposed to be fighting, love. We don't need to. We're simply trying to figure out what's best to do and we're doing it the right way for a couple: together."

He catches up her hand after she pokes him. "We threw in our lot together, Fleur, back there in Las Vegas when we said I do. There's nothing so impossible that we can't work things out as a couple, being mindful and respectful of one another's wishes. I'd rather not fight, but if we must, we must. Let's don't over this."

Because I love you. Because there's nothing in this world more important to me than your happiness. Because I want to prove them all wrong, all those people who said we shouldn't wed, or we should have done things differently. Fuck them all: I love you and I want you and I'll be by your side no matter what. I believe that what we have is just that strong.

"What else is upsetting you, my love? Let's don't hold secrets from one another."

He doesn't let go of her hand.

Date: 2005-08-30 09:31 pm (UTC)
thecoolone: (longing)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
He glances down at the letter he's not read yet, because it's not his to read. "I think we're all horrid at goodbyes, Fleur. I don't know that it's a skill we can learn over time."

Bill watches as she plays with the comforter. "And I don't know that any of us are meant to be good at them. Is that a farewell goodbye from Roland, then?"

He saw him, but never met him, to his recollection, because there are some doses of reality he's never wanted to meet face to face. But it's clearly something of extreme importance to Fleur, so by its very nature it's also extremely important to him. "Tell me?"

Date: 2005-08-30 10:00 pm (UTC)
thecoolone: (do tell)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"I've always found letters to be rather poor substitutes for things that deserve to be said face-to-face." Idly, he rubs her back, her shoulder. Really, he doesn't know what else to say: he has no intention of saying goodbye to her.

No goodbye, no farewell, no adios, no adieu, no arrivederci, no sayonara, no tsai jen.

No ma'a s-salaama.

He knows Roland was one of the people she loved. Loves. "I'd rather not have you beat me, or beat me up, though." Bill gives a weak smile. "He's gone for good, then?"

People come, people go. He's romantic enough to think that what they have is strong enough to supercede all of that. But he's not in a hurry to find out.

Date: 2005-08-30 10:48 pm (UTC)
thecoolone: (longing)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"I'm sorry."

He is. Even though there's nothing he can do about it.

"But I tell you, Fleur, I don't like thongs. They're wretchedly uncomfortable."

Bill lets his arms wrap around her, a huge bear-hug. His voice is still soft, but no longer quite a whisper. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? About this, or about anything?"

I'm your husband and I will. You're my priority; my world stops for you.

Date: 2005-09-01 02:02 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (contemplative)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"I promise."

To the best of my ability, given that I'm human, I promise.

There's nothing else to do but press his lips to hers and hold her to him, as tightly as he can.

"I love you. I don't want to be without you."

Date: 2005-09-01 02:27 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (in bed with fleur)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"It's an occupational hazard, my love." But he reaches for the Times and holds it in that freshly-kissed hand with the ink-stained nails; it's open to the housing listings.

"I've been looking at the listings for flats in London. I'm rather fond of the whole Victoria Station area: it's so very lovely. Do you care if we're among Muggles, primarily? Or should I concentrate on looking elsewhere?"

He can see a flat on a tree-lined street with flowers and a small courtyard in the back. He can see living in a place like that with Fleur.

He can see it as clearly as anything.

Date: 2005-09-01 03:07 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (content)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"She can be very nice."

He might be just a little bit distracted by where she's sitting, and what she might or might not be doing with his clothing.

"And yes, you can have a flower box. You can have a dozen flower boxes. You can have..."

He wraps his arms around her. Really, she's wearing very little.

Soon, she could be wearing even less.

Date: 2005-09-01 03:20 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (in bed with fleur)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone

In the morning. Everything else needs to wait till morning.

Everything but this.


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