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Title: Reflections on Love ( 08. Hauberk)
Genre: Romance, Tragic
Characters: Evan Rosier/Daphne Greengrass
Rating: PG, for mild sexual content
Word Count: 683 words
Summary: Evan reflects on life with Daphne.
Author's Notes: I love this pairing. All characters belong to JKR, though Evan's characterization should be credited to xxjinxxx.
Evan Apparated in front of his house. He sighed wearily as he pushed the door open. He dropped his cloak on the ground for his house elf to pick up. He walked slowly up the stairs towards his bedroom. He stopped right outside the door and double-checked his hands for blood. He didn't want to touch her with his sullied hands. Once he was sure he was clean, he pushed the door of his bedroom open and peeked.
Daphne was asleep on her belly. Her blonde hair was tousled and she was wearing her favorite blue nightgown. Evan smiled softly. That nightgown meant she was in a good mood. He wished he had come home earlier. Evan crept silently towards the bathroom and decided to take a quick shower before slipping into bed next to her. He hummed a song as he shampooed his hair.
Evan had never loved anyone before her. He had sentiment for his parents, indeed. But they were just the people responsible for bringing him into this world -- a move he did not always think was smart. He scrubbed his hair furiously. Daphne had started out as all his former relationships had started: a candidate for a good shag. She didn't succumb to his charms, however. When she first turned him away, instead of being offended, he had been intrigued. He'd asked her out repeatedly until she finally gave in. She always tried to make the best of him. That's how she broke through his defenses.
Evan reached for the bar of soap in the dish. He remembered the first time she had agreed to sleep with him. It had been her first time. Evan had never panicked at the sight of blood before. She was always making him experience all sorts of firsts. She had been calm and cleaned everything up herself while Evan had worried like never before. He'd been afraid to touch her again, but she'd assured him it only happened once. The next time they slid into bed together was much better. It was also then that Evan realized that no other woman would ever share his bed other than her.
Evan dropped the soap back and rinsed the bubbles off his back. She'd been horrified when he showed her his Dark Mark. She'd ranted and raved and cursed and yelled, but she didn't leave him. She'd stayed. Evan loved her even more for it, if that was possible. She'd stay up and worry whenever he was out on a mission. She would then snap and scold him when he came home, but then she'd bring him something hot to eat or drink and then they'd hold each other until the morning. Evan smiled as he stepped out of the shower. She'd effectively and methodically chipped away at the wall he'd built around his heart.
Evan dried his hair with a towel. He'd always believed that having someone to love was a weakness. A resource one's enemies could use against you. But Daphne had refused to listen to it whenever he found the courage to suggest it. She'd either wave away or kiss away those thoughts. His arguments would fall by the wayside as she systematically deconstructed all his arguments with her indifference to the topic. He loved her.
Evan slipped on his bathrobe and prepared to leave the bathroom. He had learned to know himself through Daphne. There were many sides of him he didn't know existed until he'd met her. He'd never have known he could paint if she hadn't tried his skill. He'd never have found the side of him that could love. Evan had to smile widely as he left the bathroom. They also got to know each other very well. That was why--Evan froze. Something was wrong. Daphne never slept on her belly.
"Chush' sobach'ya!" Evan cursed as he ran to her side. He flipped her over and screamed angrily. She was as beautiful as ever, his sweet Daphne. He struck the bed with his fist angrily, cursing loudly. Daphne's blank eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling.
Genre: Romance, Tragic
Characters: Evan Rosier/Daphne Greengrass
Rating: PG, for mild sexual content
Word Count: 683 words
Summary: Evan reflects on life with Daphne.
Author's Notes: I love this pairing. All characters belong to JKR, though Evan's characterization should be credited to xxjinxxx.
Evan Apparated in front of his house. He sighed wearily as he pushed the door open. He dropped his cloak on the ground for his house elf to pick up. He walked slowly up the stairs towards his bedroom. He stopped right outside the door and double-checked his hands for blood. He didn't want to touch her with his sullied hands. Once he was sure he was clean, he pushed the door of his bedroom open and peeked.
Daphne was asleep on her belly. Her blonde hair was tousled and she was wearing her favorite blue nightgown. Evan smiled softly. That nightgown meant she was in a good mood. He wished he had come home earlier. Evan crept silently towards the bathroom and decided to take a quick shower before slipping into bed next to her. He hummed a song as he shampooed his hair.
Evan had never loved anyone before her. He had sentiment for his parents, indeed. But they were just the people responsible for bringing him into this world -- a move he did not always think was smart. He scrubbed his hair furiously. Daphne had started out as all his former relationships had started: a candidate for a good shag. She didn't succumb to his charms, however. When she first turned him away, instead of being offended, he had been intrigued. He'd asked her out repeatedly until she finally gave in. She always tried to make the best of him. That's how she broke through his defenses.
Evan reached for the bar of soap in the dish. He remembered the first time she had agreed to sleep with him. It had been her first time. Evan had never panicked at the sight of blood before. She was always making him experience all sorts of firsts. She had been calm and cleaned everything up herself while Evan had worried like never before. He'd been afraid to touch her again, but she'd assured him it only happened once. The next time they slid into bed together was much better. It was also then that Evan realized that no other woman would ever share his bed other than her.
Evan dropped the soap back and rinsed the bubbles off his back. She'd been horrified when he showed her his Dark Mark. She'd ranted and raved and cursed and yelled, but she didn't leave him. She'd stayed. Evan loved her even more for it, if that was possible. She'd stay up and worry whenever he was out on a mission. She would then snap and scold him when he came home, but then she'd bring him something hot to eat or drink and then they'd hold each other until the morning. Evan smiled as he stepped out of the shower. She'd effectively and methodically chipped away at the wall he'd built around his heart.
Evan dried his hair with a towel. He'd always believed that having someone to love was a weakness. A resource one's enemies could use against you. But Daphne had refused to listen to it whenever he found the courage to suggest it. She'd either wave away or kiss away those thoughts. His arguments would fall by the wayside as she systematically deconstructed all his arguments with her indifference to the topic. He loved her.
Evan slipped on his bathrobe and prepared to leave the bathroom. He had learned to know himself through Daphne. There were many sides of him he didn't know existed until he'd met her. He'd never have known he could paint if she hadn't tried his skill. He'd never have found the side of him that could love. Evan had to smile widely as he left the bathroom. They also got to know each other very well. That was why--Evan froze. Something was wrong. Daphne never slept on her belly.
"Chush' sobach'ya!" Evan cursed as he ran to her side. He flipped her over and screamed angrily. She was as beautiful as ever, his sweet Daphne. He struck the bed with his fist angrily, cursing loudly. Daphne's blank eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling.