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dominantflower (dominantflower) wrote in ampfe,
@ 2008-07-01 01:01:00

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fleur delacour, gabrielle delacour

Who: Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour
What: Fleur remembers, Gabrielle helps forget.
When: August 12th, late afternoon
Where: Fleur's room
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Incest, per chance.

Sighing as she entered her room, which was littered with empty wine bottles and cigarette butts and packs, Fleur laid her wand on her bedside table. The past few days had been teetering between good and bad. Good because Gabrielle was finally looking at her again, finally talking to her, which made the older Delacour positively beam. Bad because...well, the overbearing presence of Bellatrix loomed over her. She tried to make herself as scarce as possibly when it came to the faculty, with the exception of Andromeda whom she found that she could stand. Truth be told, despite her calm and collected exterior that she put up as a show for her students and other teachers, inside Fleur was still scared and distraught. She hadn't been able to sleep. In fact, the last time she had gotten any decent shut eye was after her and Gabrielle. So, she had taken to hiding in her room most of the time, trying to drink and smoke away her memories, rather that remember what Bellatrix had done to her.

Gliding across the room and pulling off the confining robes to reveal only a white button down and muggle jeans, throwing it on her bed, Fleur moved to stare at her reflection in the full length mirror she had brought from her home in France. Slowly, her hands moved to unbutton her top. Soon the shirt joined the robes on her bed, leaving her upper body only concealed by a white bra. Now, the French woman's gaze fell on her hip, the beginnings of a dark scar creeping out from the tip of her jeans.

Apprehensively, Fleur moved to unzip her jeans and pulled them off as well, tossing them to the side. Now she had a better view of the scar,pulling down her lingerie some for a better view. Fingers gently traced it, a bold B carved into her otherwise flawlessly smooth skin. As she traced it, all the memories came flooding back. Bellatrix's shrieks of laughter, the pain, the blood. Everything. She felt a small tear roll down her cheek as the unwanted memories returned, fearing that the would haunt her the rest of her life and she silently cursed Bellatrix Black.

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asilverysheen
2008-07-01 06:34 am UTC (link)

Gabrielle had been smoking and reading in her room when she had felt a vague sense that something was wrong. At first, she thought she was becoming bored with the book in question, but it soon became clear that the book (Strapping Lads And Their Wands: The Saga of the Leather Pants) was no less compelling, it was her that was off.

After a few minutes of trying to puzzle out what was wrong, Gabrielle sat up, stubbed out her cigarette, and pulled something on that was more appropriate for travelling the halls. She couldn't explain why, even to herself, but she felt compelled to visit Fleur, to make sure her older sister was all right.

Creeping around the hallways was no great challenge, after having done it for the rest of the year, and Gabrielle knew the hallways weren't often patrolled anyway. Bellatrix was usually off having her sadistic fun, and the rest of the teachers actually worked or slept this late, and so Gabrielle was very shortly at her sister's door.

Normally Gabrielle would have knocked politely, but something told her if she did, she would never find out why she had been led to Fleur's room, and so she opened the door easily (most security charms that Fleur cast recognized Gabrielle, and vice-versa). What Gabrielle saw when she opened the door, though, made her wish for a second that she had bothered to knock.

Fleur was trying to hold back tears, staring at the mark Bellatrix had left on her skin -Bellatrix had marred her sister's flawless body, and even the thought of it made Gabrielle clench her jaw. Gabrielle rushed forward, all thoughts of decorum forgotten as she wrapped her arms tightly around her sister.

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dominantflower
2008-07-01 06:46 am UTC (link)

While Fleur had been staring at the scar, in between the horrible flashes of Bellatrix, Fleur had thoughts of her sister. Gabrielle. her Gabrielle. Her Gabi. She knew now, more than ever of her feelings for the younger Delacour. She loved her as more than a sister should. Fleur knew she shouldn't, knew it was wrong in the eyes of some, but after speaking with Andormeda and sorting out her feelings, FLeur had finally accepted the fact. She was in love with her younger sister.

But now, now she was scarred. She was ruined by Bellatrix. Fleur felt pathetic and weak and now surely Gabrielle wouldn't love her like she was. Marked. Gabrielle would find someone else to focus on, like that Tracey girl Fleur had caught her in bed with. Fleur shuddered at the though. She knew she was probably being irrational, but she just couldn't stop the thoughts from surfacing in her head.

Fleur vaguely heard the door open, but she didn't move from her spot. The only one that would have gotten past her charms would be Gabrielle. She continued tracing the scar.

When the arms wrapped around Fleur, she gasped at the sudden feeling of a body against her. Quickly though, she relaxed - her sister was the only one she could even think about relaxing around these past few days. "Gabrielle, you scared me." Her voice was quiet and almost hollow, "What are you doing 'ere?"

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asilverysheen
2008-07-01 07:01 am UTC (link)

Fleur's voice made Gabrielle flinch. She had never heard Fleur like this, never heard the utter lack of emotion. Even the surprise that Fleur's gasp had advertised was absent, and the curiousity at Gabrielle's sudden appearance was muted at best.

"I am 'ere..." Gabrielle wasn't quite sure how to explain how she had known to come, as she herself couldn't explain it. The best she could come up with was sisterly intuition, but even that seemed a little weak. "I am 'ere because you need me."

Gabrielle loosened her grip a little, looking directly into her sister's eyes and trying to ignore Fleur's mostly naked state. "You were theenking about 'er, were you not? And what she did to you?" Even if Fleur denied it, Gabrielle knew better. There was no other reason to be touching the scar that horrible women had given Fleur.

It was deepest shame, for Fleur, to have a body that was anything less than perfect, to have a single blemish that she did not invite. Gabrielle knew this but could never understand it, could never understand why Fleur herself was any less stunning because of something so small. It wasn't as if anyone would find her any less attractive, Gabrielle certainly wouldn't and the Veela appeal made any scar a point of interest rather than disgust.

Biting her lip, Gabrielle would have pulled back from Fleur if she hadn't known the older woman needed her. She had sworn not to try to force Fleur into anything, but being this close to her made that harder than it should have been. Much harder.

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dominantflower
2008-07-01 07:34 am UTC (link)

Fleur only looked to the floor and tried to smile weakly at her sister's word. She didn't know why her sister was here. All she thought of was that she knew she did need her sister and hated how weak that seemed. SHe didn't want Gabrielle to see her like this, so completely disheveled.

"N-non..." Fleur lied. She didn't was to seem so pathetic to Gabrielle, even though it was true and she had been thinking about Bellatrix. She hated that she was on the verge of tears. She was the older sister, she should be the stronger one as well. "She ruined me, soeur." her voice was barely more that a whisper. But as far as she was concerned, she was ruined, inside and out.

"No one will ever want me now." Fleur said, voice shaky and weak. The one spot that flawed her flawless body. No, she couldn't even call it flawless anymore. She was so focused on that one spot that she didn't even consider that to others it was so small and unimportant compared to the rest of her perfect body. That she still had more that enough beauty to make almost anyone fall at her feet. She looked at the mark again and traced it. Her body was ruined.

Still, through this all, she unconsciously leaned back into her sister and liked the soft body against her own.

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asilverysheen
2008-07-01 07:54 am UTC (link)

"Fleur." Gabrielle murmured softly but insistantly, moving so she could catch her sister's eyes. "Zat... woman... did no such zhing." The younger witch moved her hands slowly, cautiously to her sister's cheeks. "You are still beautiful, amour."

Gabrielle could not have meant the words more. Her sister always had been beautiful to her, and always would be. That would not change just because Fleur now had a scar placed there by someone who had never known love or affection.

Daring to stroke Fleur's cheeks with her thumb, Gabrielle whispered, keeping herself in bounds only by the slightest of margins, "I still want you."

She wanted to tell her sister that she would still want her even if her entire body was scarred, even if Bellatrix had horribly disfigured her instead of simply cutting into her. Gabrielle wanted to yell it, wanted to proclaim it proudly instead of respecting her sister's wishes, but that was the crux of it: Gabrielle would never do anything against her sister's will, even if what she wanted was a lie.

She wanted to take Fleur to her bed, to reassure her with lips and tongue that Gabrielle would always worship her. She wanted to kiss every inch of her skin as if that which was flawless was no different than that which was scarred -which to Gabrielle it wasn't- until Fleur believed it. Until Fleur accepted that a scar was no more and no less than that, a scar. But the younger Delacour held herself back, controlling her urges until that day (and Gabrielle had to believe such a day would come) when Fleur stopped lying to herself and took Gabrielle into her arms.

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dominantflower
2008-07-01 08:12 am UTC (link)

"She did." Fleur almost choked on her words. Stubbornness was a Delacour trait, it seemed. She could barely let herself look in her sister's eyes. Her sister. Flawless, perfect Gabrielle whom she loved. She tried to believe her words.

Fleur didn't resist Gabrielle's touch, in fact, she welcomed it and nuzzled into the hand as it caressed her cheek. "Y-you do?" she asked quietly. In truth, those four words made her day, knowing that her sister still found her beautiful enough to want to bed.

A part of her screamed to give in right there and take Gabrielle to bed and forget Bellatrix and the scar and what had happened. And with that thought, the memories flooded back again and she cringed visibly.

Finally, the first tear fell. The another and after that a slow stream as she tried to hold them back. She looked to Gabrielle with broken eyes. "I try to forget, soeur." She bit her lip to keep it from trembling like a child's, "But zhen I remember. Everyzhing."

Fleur hardly kept her voice from choking, "I remember 'er laughter at my blood and pain. I remember zhe pain. I can still feel eet, Gabrielle." Plenty more tears were forming by this point. "I can feel eet inside of me and her cold blade on me."

"I remember her laughing as she marked me. She marked me so I would remember and now I'll never forget." Fleur breathed deeply, "She broke me. Ruined my body, zhat mark won't ever go away." Fleur had kept her feelings pent up for to long, leading everyone to believe she was alright when inside they had been screaming to be let out and she could no longer contain them any more. "Look at me! Weak and pathetic, just like she said I was..."

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asilverysheen
2008-07-01 08:23 am UTC (link)

"I would want you eef zhere were many scars, and not simply one," Gabrielle said honestly, touching Fleur a little more firmly when she saw that her older sister seemed to take comfort from it.

"You are non weak, and non pathetic," The younger witch said firmly, wiping her sister's tears away the best she could. "So zhere ees a mark! What of eet?" Gabrielle knelt impulsively and pressed her lips to the scar, wanting very badly to continue but straightening up to look back at her sister, knowing the older woman needed comfort and not lust.

"You are non broken. Do you remember what Maman said about love?" Gabrielle pressed, taking Fleur's hands in her own, "She said zat eet cures all wounds. And I love you, amour, even eef," She swallowed hard, fighting back tears of her own, "Even eef you do non love me een return, I love you, and I will always. Always."

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dominantflower
2008-07-01 08:44 am UTC (link)

Fleur's smile became a bit stronger as Gabrielle reassured her. She couldn't help but to feel completely loved at that moment and felt so much for her sister. "Zhank you."

Shaking her head, Fleur remained stubborn. "I am, soeur." She tried to stop her tears, "I couldn't even stop 'er! I tried and eet was useless, I was like a doll, I reached for my wand and she broke my wrist wizhout a zhought!" she whimpered at the memory ot her wrist snapping in Bellatrix's hand and could hear the bones snap in her ear as if it was happening all over again.

Taken aback as her sister yelled and dropped to her knees, Fleur watched her and gasped slightly as Gabrielle's soft lips pressed to the marred skin. She resisted the urge to stroke the younger Delacour's hair and let her stand again, eyes on Gabrielle. "Y-you don't...find eet ugly?" She asked softly.

Smiling, Fleur remembered well her mother's words. Maybe their mother was right. Maybe if she allowed herself love, it would help her forget. Her heart soared as Gabrielle spoke of love, but it fell down again at the hurt sound of her voice as she ended.

Taking a deep breath, Fleur leaned her forehead to Gabrielle's. Maybe she should listen to her mother's words. She had never steered Fleur wrong before. Maybe she should try and accept help for once, accept love instead of hiding from it.

"Maybe Maman ees right. " She squeezed Gabrielle's hand and prepared herself to confess her one secret that had been eating away at her for far to long. "I love you, Gabrielle. I do." She knew her sister could tell the difference of loves, that the one FLeur was now talking about was a lover's love. She drew her lip into her mouth again. "I am just so scared..." She whispered.

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asilverysheen
2008-07-02 05:42 am UTC (link)

"I do non find eet or you ugly, and I never will," Gabrielle declared, her eyes determined. She spoke only the pure truth as she believed it, and hoped that Fleur would accept that.

Gabrielle exhaled softly when Fleur's skin met hers, feeling a part of her relax at the contact, and another tense. Being in contact with Fleur was always reassuring, but lately it had been driving her to distraction-

And then Fleur said it. Those three words that meant not sisterly love, but romantic love, sexual love, the kind that Gabrielle had been longing for. Gabrielle heard nothing more than that, saw nothing of her sister's hesitation. There was only one possible reaction she could have to Fleur's declaration, and that was to kiss her long and hard.

Maybe it was the wrong thing to do in the wake of Fleur recalling painful memories, but in her elation Gabrielle couldn't help herself.

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dominantflower
2008-07-03 01:26 am UTC (link)

Fleur nodded silently at Gabrielle's reassuring words. When her sister said it, it felt true, truer than if anyone, even herself, had said that she wasn't ugly. Gabrielle had always been the only one besides Fleur herself who could even sway Fleur's mind. If any other person said the words her sister had just spoken, she would roll her eyes and shrug them off as superficial but it was so different when the words came from Gabrielle and Fleur knew in her heart exactly why that was.

Gabrielle was the only person she trusted.

The aggressive kiss from her sister was not something that Fleur had expected. It wasn't that she didn't usually enjoy a little roughness, on the contrary, her Veela usually left room for no less, but now the only thing the aggression from her sister did was cause Fleur, in her weakened and fragile state to whimper and shrink back. A part of her didn't want to, because truly she loved it, her sister kissing her, touching her, it was Heaven. But that part of her was overshadowed by her fear.

"I-I...desole, soeur..." she mumbled and drew her arms around herself. Hanging her head, her hair fell in her face. "I did non mean to pull away...I just..." she took a ragged breath and spoke out in no more than a strained whisper. "I am still so afraid..."

Afraid of what? Of Bellatrix of course. And her final recognition of her supressed feelings and all the new ones showing their faces. And of herself. Will she be alright? Will she have the strength to put in a relationship?

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