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William Arthur Weasley (bl_bill) wrote in bloodlines_rp,
@ 2009-12-29 09:47:00

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bill weasley, feb 2003, fleur weasley, loc: shell cottage, type: rp

Out of Hiding
Date & Time: 28 February 2003 | RP
Post Type: RP
Status: Closed: Complete
Character(s): Bill Weasley, Fleur Weasley
Location: Shell Cottage
Summary: Bill's out of town work is complete. He has nowhere to go but home.

Bill grabbed for his ponytail for the hundredth time and once again found it gone. Gone. It had been impulsive--cutting his hair off--and if Bill Weasley was anything, he wasn't impulsive. But it seemed freeing at the time. Foolish but freeing. He had naively hoped cutting his hair might also help to release some of the less attractive thoughts he'd been harbouring for weeks now. Or was it months?

Months.

He wanted to move forward without the feel of chains around his ankles, and yet he clutched them like a beloved pet. Held on without reason except for some excuse to latch on to. An excuse for why he wasn't progressing, for why he was trapped within his own bitterness, guilt, and jealousy.

He stepped through the Floo and carried his bags toward their bedroom. Now that his job was finished, he wouldn't have anywhere to disappear to when he felt particularly angry or bitter. He didn't want Fleur to see who he had become. He didn't want her to truly know how unfair he believed their lives had become. Charlie had a child he didn't know about, and Bill and Fleur wanted bloody children and had none. None. He was a failure.

Bill didn't expect Fleur to be home from work, but when he walked into the bedroom, she was bent over cleaning something from the floor. "Fleur?" he said. "Hey, I didn't think you'd be here." He dropped the bags on the bed. "Is everything okay?" Had something else gone wrong?

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bl_fleur
2009-12-29 04:29 pm UTC (link)

When Fleur had gone to bed last night, everything had been normal. Bill was not spending the night at home, which she did not like, but even that was sadly normal these days. He had an important job in Egypt, that there were very curse breakers Gringotts would have trusted with it, but it did not make her like it any better. But the one time she'd suggested she did not approve had not turned out very pleasantly, and she did not want to go back to the days where they were not speaking at all.

Though it wasn't as if they were speaking of anything important these days.

Everything had been normal until the storm woke her just before sunrise that morning. Thankfully it had woken her, though, because only a few moments after she'd risen from the bed, a tree branch had crashed through the window and sprayed glass all over the room and the bed. The damage hadn't been so great that she couldn't handle the clean-up, but quel ennui!

Fleur was nearly finished clearing all the glass when a voice from the doorway made her jump. She turned, more than a little surprised to see her husband standing there. She had recognised his voice immediately, of course, but her mind simply didn't want to accept that he would be there. She hadn't expected to see him till Saturday.

"Bill! Oh, mon dieu you startled me." She glanced at her feet and let out a soft curse; she'd dropped all of the glass shards she'd been gathering. "It is fine. The storm simply made a bit of a mess." She hesitated a moment, then added, "I could say the same, 'owever. I did not think you would be home for a few more days. Is everything all right?"

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bl_bill
2009-12-29 04:38 pm UTC (link)

Bill frowned and quickly crossed the room to her. He reached for her hands. "You weren't hurt, were you?" He gave her a once over, but the thought that she might be injured or taken away from him when he wasn't even home caused panic and guilt to tighten his throat. She looked fine though. "Here, let me get that," he said. He pointed his wand at the shards of glass and sent them to the rubbish bin. One look at the window showed she had repaired everything quite nicely. His wife was absolutely capable of taking care of herself. He briefly wondered what she might need him for.

He leaned over down and kissed her cheek. Then he tugged off his hat and tossed it on the bed. "I should shower first and then I can tell you all about it, but we broke the curse early this morning, so I'm home now. For good."