Fleur Weasley (bl_fleur) wrote in bloodlines_rp, @ 2010-01-18 17:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | bill weasley, fleur weasley, loc: shell cottage, mar 2003, type: rp |
Lightning Crashes
Date & Time: 18 March 2003 | dinner time
Post Type: RP
Status: Closed: Complete
Character(s): Fleur and Bill Weasley
Location: Shell Cottage
Summary: The truth comes back to haunt them, but not quite in the way Fleur dreads.
Fleur hummed to herself as she moved through the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on dinner. Bill would be home from work soon, and she knew he'd be starving the second he walked in the door. The full moon had a particular affect on his appetite--appetites, she thought, feeling instantly warmer--and she'd been sure to pick up a few extra cuts of meat from the market. He wouldn't care much about the careful herb rub that she'd used, but the scent of it had flooded the kitchen, and it made her smile.
The last couple of weeks hadn't been perfect, but there had been moments where she'd seen a glimpse of the way things used to be. It made her heart soar, to feel those contented moments where Bill put his arms around her for no particular reason, or where she stood idle and watched him working on a project, only to have him turn and give her a smile. A real smile, not just one he'd invented to try and make her think he was happy.
It had also made it impossible for her to bring up the past. In talking to Molly, she'd known what her mother-in-law said was the truth. She needed to talk to Bill, needed to tell him everything. Really, she'd known long before that. But as in all those months before, Fleur simply hadn't been able to find a way to bring it up. The idea of ruining such a good string of days with such a topic made her anxious enough that she felt ill, so she'd put it aside for the moment.
She had just finished setting everything on the table when she heard the front door open. "I am in the kitchen," she called, though she knew the scent of food would tell him exactly where she was. "Would you like wine, or something a bit stronger?"
Generally Fleur didn't approve of anyone drinking heavier liquors with any regularity, but the full moon tended to make Bill restless. She didn't mind it so much if it helped doing those few days a month.