Hold me, Even though I know you're leaving and show me all the reasons you would stay
Date:Thursday, Oct 12
Time:Early Evening
Location: Bill and Fleur's cottage
Characters Involved: Bill and Fleur Weasley
Rating: R
complete
The suitcase in front of her seemed to have no bottom as she folded clothes and lie them neatly into the trunk. It felt like a funeral, and a little bit more of her died with each robe she lay into the case. She'd never wanted to spend a day away from the man in the other room, and now he was asking, telling her to go away. For an indefinite amount of time. Just leave, like this wasn't her home. The home she had made with him.
She pushed her hair from her face and choked on a suspicious lump in her throat. Her underthings were packed, as well as numerous robes and a couple of leisure outfits. Two hat boxes lay on the bed to wear for classes and when on duty. She had planned to pick up a few rotations overnight while staying at the school; she doubted that she'd do much sleeping. Her toiletries would be packed in the morning as well as a couple of other odds and ends. She sighed softly and shook as she looked about the room, her room. The room she shared with Bill, that in the morning would become his room.
Picking up a frame of her and Bill, taken on their wedding day, she placed it in the suitcase and draped a chiffon dress over the frame. It was sickeningly happy, and she ached to feel again as she had that day. Turning away she picked up a second frame, this one of two girls, both with silvery blonde hair and perfect smiles. Mirror images of each other, only younger. Her free hand moved, shakingly, to run over the frame. Tracing the younger girl's face with a longing that rather than simply seen, was felt. "Ma petit." She said softly.
Time:Early Evening
Location: Bill and Fleur's cottage
Characters Involved: Bill and Fleur Weasley
Rating: R
complete
The suitcase in front of her seemed to have no bottom as she folded clothes and lie them neatly into the trunk. It felt like a funeral, and a little bit more of her died with each robe she lay into the case. She'd never wanted to spend a day away from the man in the other room, and now he was asking, telling her to go away. For an indefinite amount of time. Just leave, like this wasn't her home. The home she had made with him.
She pushed her hair from her face and choked on a suspicious lump in her throat. Her underthings were packed, as well as numerous robes and a couple of leisure outfits. Two hat boxes lay on the bed to wear for classes and when on duty. She had planned to pick up a few rotations overnight while staying at the school; she doubted that she'd do much sleeping. Her toiletries would be packed in the morning as well as a couple of other odds and ends. She sighed softly and shook as she looked about the room, her room. The room she shared with Bill, that in the morning would become his room.
Picking up a frame of her and Bill, taken on their wedding day, she placed it in the suitcase and draped a chiffon dress over the frame. It was sickeningly happy, and she ached to feel again as she had that day. Turning away she picked up a second frame, this one of two girls, both with silvery blonde hair and perfect smiles. Mirror images of each other, only younger. Her free hand moved, shakingly, to run over the frame. Tracing the younger girl's face with a longing that rather than simply seen, was felt. "Ma petit." She said softly.