So many things had happened in such a short period of time ( Read more... )

Fleur is sitting on the floor of their flat, holding a broken picture frame. The glass is broken, but their wedding picture, Bill twirling her about on top of that fake Eiffel Tower in Las Vegas, is still mostly in tact ( Read more... )

Fleur is.

Well.

She hasn't cried yet.

It's been almost two days.

She remembered to eat because the babies started kicking, and she has to. She has other things and. She really wishes she could smoke or drink right about now.

Fleur feels like a house. Even though she isn't even vaguely house shaped. A very mild beach ball might be the closest term. She isn't as big as she should be for 12 weeks ( Read more... )

Because I'm curious.

Tell me what you think of my characters. What am I doing wrong? What am I doing right? What is something you wish I would do with them? Tell me what ever you want for as many or as few as you want.

I play:

Fleur Delacour Weasley, leplusbeau
Touga Kiryuu, _bloodyrose
Sailor Venus/Minako Aino, _venus_de_milo
Piotr "Peter" Rasputin/Colossus, steelartisanLeonardo the ( Read more... )

It is a lovely and hot day in Luxor. The windows have been thrown open over their bed to let in the small breeze and scents of the market blow.

Empty bed, though.

Fleur is stretched out on her back on the hard wood floors. With several hand fans magicked above her to angle the breeze down. Her humming almost drowns out most of the noise from

Fleur is leaning her forehead against the porcelain rim of the toilet bowl ( Read more... )

In some healer's office in wizarding London ( Read more... )

Ask Fleur, Sailor Venus, Touga, or Leo the Ninja Turtle anything. They'll answer at least some question in the universe if not yours.

Fleur is fluffing pillows ( Read more... )