leplusbeau: (I will keel you with my eyes.)
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Fleur is glaring at her braid.

And her long black shirt sleeve if she was honest.

"Thiz iz itchy," she whines. "And my hair is poofy. And I can not decide where to put thiz vase. And my braid keepz coming out." She yanks at the braid again, starting to undo her work once more. "And I look like a sack of potatoz in thiz outfit."

She is in a long, black tunic and billowy pants. Pouting.

The sounds of Luxor can be heard out the stylized window with no glass panes. The shutters have been thrown up, the sky is clear, and the music of the city floats up all, seductive and wonderful.


"I hate my hair!"

Date: 2006-02-05 04:38 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (pensive)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"You look nothing like a sack of potatoes, love." Bill reaches round her waist and holds her close, looking over her shoulder out at the city in the distance and the nearer wizarding section below them. "And I happen to love your hair: what's wrong, Fleur? Did we make a mistake in coming here?"

It's a nice flat they've found, actually: in the heart of Luxor's hidden wizarding side with all modern magical amenities: a fireplace that's never lit. A hatch door for owls. Things like that.

A bed with a canopy: that's a plus.

"The first day here is always difficult, love, but you'll get used to it. Look, I've told the goblins that I can't possibly report to work for at least three days. I want that time here with you, so we can get used to the city and so you start to feel comfortable here. How does that sound?" He brushes the hair away from the back of her neck, taking what's left of the plait into his hand. "And I love your hair: you needn't fuss over it so."

Date: 2006-02-05 05:00 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (contemplative)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
It's the heat, perhaps, or the sand. "Fleur?"

He reaches for her hand. "What is it, love?"

Really, he thinks that perhaps bringing her here has been a huge mistake. "Do you want to go back to London?"

Date: 2006-02-05 05:10 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (half)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
Bill watches, arms folded across his chest, leaning back against the wall. Her underclothes go flying through the air, thrown onto the bed. Her trousers, blouses, brassieres follow.

He simply lets her do it, saying nothing.

He knows it's agitating, having to move so far away from what's familiar and normal. But she seemed to be all for it. All he can do is wait for this little storm to pass.

Date: 2006-02-05 05:20 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (picture perfect)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
Bill nods in solemn solidarity and understanding.

Then, he reaches for the pile of clothing on the bed, fishing through it and coming up with a triumphant ha! and her bright orange thong.

"How about this?"

He's so very innocent in all things, always.

Date: 2006-02-05 05:25 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (smile)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"But..."

He stops, wounded. "You always accuse me of stretching these out. I never get to have any fun playing with your pants."

Still, he holds it up just in front of his eyes. "I don't know, love: I think it clashes rather horribly with my hair."

Date: 2006-02-05 05:36 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (friendly)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"Hush. Don't be silly, my apologetic one. I've asked a big thing of you, bringing you here. You're allowed those moments."

In fact, he rather expects them. It's not as if he's got experience bringing women to Luxor with him, but still: he and Fleur only visited here together the one time, and holidays are different from the everyday. Visit a place and it's perfect; live there and the warts begin to show.

"Shall I bring you a hookah and some local tobacco?"

He smiles at the thought.

Date: 2006-02-05 05:52 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (kissing fleur)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
He raises an eyebrow.

"Then a cup of thick Egyptian coffee and a pastry from the bistro round the corner?"

He looks out over the balcony, considering. "Or perhaps that combination doesn't sound so very good after all. How about... a bath in our new tub?"

If that's not to her liking, he'll think of something else. He's never been one to let a contrary mood get in his way. "Perhaps there's a poltergeist in this flat, just like in our London flat."

He'll go halfway round the world to get her whatever it is that will make her happy right now.

Date: 2006-02-05 06:05 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (longing)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"Are you not feeling well?"

He thinks if this is a game of twenty questions, he's ready for it to be over... and they've only just begun. "What is it, love? You can tell me anything."

Bill brushes her pout away with his fingertip.

Date: 2006-02-05 06:16 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (longing)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"Hmm." Bill frowns for a moment before nodding: he's always been a man of action and plans come easily to him. "If you're tired and thinky and tired, we must sit." He levitates the pile of clothing off the bed and steers her to it, stroking the hair she apparently loves to hate.

"Now. We're in a proper tired-and-thinky spot. Care to share?"

Date: 2006-02-05 06:22 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (dragon fang)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"All right."

He conjures a flame and holds it out in his open palm for her.

Date: 2006-02-05 06:27 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (half)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"Anthony?"

Bill closes his hand into a fist; the flame disappears with a small puff.

"He's a very cute baby. One can only hope he ends up looking more like Tonks than Bernard, though. No offence intended." His fingers walk through her hair: up and down the silken strands.

Date: 2006-02-05 06:33 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (staring)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
He studies her: the fullness of her lips, the fire in her eyes. "Do... do you want to go back to the bar and play with him some more?"

Bill's confused.

Date: 2006-02-05 06:41 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (worried)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
He looks at her, mouth open, not really comprehending a word of what she's saying, and he knows that sometimes having a conversation with Fleur is like doing a very intricate dance with impossibly complex steps, but it's always worth it in the end.

"It?"

I don't understand.

Date: 2006-02-05 06:51 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (blue eye)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
Bill scratches his forehead helplessly.

"I'm sorry. About the whole mind reader thing."

Date: 2006-02-05 11:05 pm (UTC)
thecoolone: (half)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
Oh.

There's a time and place at which things begin to make sense... he hopes. This is one area he doesn't want to guess at incorrectly, so Bill sits facing her on the floor and takes her hands into his. "I thought... I thought you didn't want to. We talked about that a little. I thought... but clearly, I was wrong?"

He gives both of Fleur's hands a gentle squeeze, thinking that one of these days they'll have to start talking in concrete concepts instead of negative space. But this is not the day for that. It's the day for assumptions and guesses.

"Was I wrong, or have we had a change of heart?"

You know I love you. I'll do whatever you decide here. I'm ready for it.

Date: 2006-02-05 11:44 pm (UTC)
thecoolone: (blue eye)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
What else can he do? Bending forward, he kisses the top of her head. "Who can say that we have the right to make any decisions, love? Besides, there's another side to consider here, which is that any child of ours would be wanted -- no, completely and utterly desired -- and loved so fully. So which side outweighs the other?"

He stops talking for a moment, unsure of what to say next. He has no idea what it's like to grow up not fully human. He also knows that the woman he loves -- the woman he married -- is quarter Veela, and...

Wait. That's it.

"Think about it this way, Fleur: you never made the choice either, but would rather have never been born?"

Date: 2006-02-06 12:30 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (half)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"Because she gave you the opportunity to find a way to understand, love. She gave you that gift."

Bill feels so helpless, and it's not a feeling he likes. "The decision to bring a new life into the world isn't one to take lightly, and I think you're absolutely right in taking the time to make all these considerations. Because later on, when our child asks you how you could have made the decision for him or her, you'll already have the answers. He or she won't have to spend as much time being resentful as you did."

These are things he never knew about Fleur before. Never. He loves her with all his heart, but she's a mystery in so many ways and holds so many things secret.

And all this time, he thought it was a French thing. Now he knows better.

"But understand, love: if this is a step we ever do decide to take, we can rest secure in the knowledge that our child will not only be wanted, but absolutely cherished."

The words echo in his head: his thoughts are spinning. He knows he simply adores Fleur to distraction. But she'd said no children, and that was all right with him: it was an idle dream, a concept, something for consideration far away in the future.

How quickly things can change.

Date: 2006-02-06 01:01 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (newlyweds)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"What if what, my love?"

He holds her closely, hands smoothing over the long strands of her silvery hair.

"I love you. I've loved you since we met. I think you're simply the most spectacular woman I've had the pleasure to set eyes on. We'll work everything out."

Date: 2006-02-06 01:26 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (pensive)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
Some day.
If.
Maybe.


Bill can deal with that. What's difficult for him is her I know, I don't know, I'm sure, I'm not sure. It's not that he expects her to know all the answers; that would be unrealistic. Still, they're husband and wife. The lines of communication should be wide open; he's always invited that.

"What is it that you don't know any more, love? Talk to me. I might be able to help."

If she doesn't tell him, he'll never ever know.

Date: 2006-02-06 01:39 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (sad)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
Oh.

He'd like to be able to say that nothing will happen, that their lives will be banal and pleasant and free of incident, free of danger. But he can't make that promise.

"What I've found," he says softly, "is that life rarely comes with a guarantee of happily ever after. That stated, though, you're my fairy tale come true, and all I can give you is my promise right now that I'll be cautious... and that I'll be here to care for you every single moment, as long as I can, as steadily as I can. I've no plans to leave you or to let fate take me away from you."

He knows that one of their vows was till Death do us part. Bill plans on being alive for a very, very long time.

Date: 2006-02-06 02:04 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (kissing fleur)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"It would be lovely," he agrees, reaching to touch her hand as it tucks hair behind first one of his ears then the other. "So long as you know you can talk to me about anything, any time."

Then he kisses the tips of her fingers. "I love you so very dearly. And I think us is a beautiful and wondrous thing: as it is now and as it will grow to be."

She is, after all, the girl who holds his heart. He wouldn't have married anyone else.

Date: 2006-02-06 02:29 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (in bed with fleur)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
He smiles against the side of her neck.

"Whatever your heart desires."

And in the meantime, the us they have is simply perfect.

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