3 August 1980 Who: Edgar & Calypso What: ... weird pillow talk? When: Monday evening, after the Order meeting Where: Their bedroom Rating: Low Status: Completed log!
Getting to and from the Order meeting had been tiring for Edgar, who hadn't really done a whole lot of moving of his own accord before insisting on braving the floo because it had been something he really hadn't wanted to miss. And, apparently, for good reason. Horcruxes, werewolves and kidnapping. Oh my. The horcruxes resonated the most in Ed's mind, as the connection made with Fabian's "talking" to Dumbledore and then his changing mind regarding the Order... they'd gone to find and destroy a bit of Voldemort's soul. How bleeding fucked up was that?
Settled back in bed, Edgar waiting patiently for the kids to be put down and tucked in, so he and Cally could talk about things themselves.
"Muuummy, just one more time."
Calypso breathed out a sigh and gave Evander what had come to be known as The Look. It was the look that told him that he was pushing it, Mummy was tired, and if he knew what was best for him he'd roll over and sleep. Like the smart little boy that he was, he recognized the look and let out a sigh. "Oookay."
"That's my boy," Calypso smiled, setting the picture book down on the bedside table before leaning over and pressing a kiss to her son's forehead. "Have happy dreams."
"G'night, Mummy," Evander replied, the exhaustion that only a three-year-old could have after a day of playing evident in his voice.
Calypso took that as her cue and left the room, pausing to make sure the night light was on before flipping the light off. She paused just for a moment at the door to look in on her son, then slipped out of the room. A lot had happened at the Order meeting and she wasn't entirely sure how to process it all. It was a bit mind numbing, to be honest, and she was glad that Edgar was waiting in their bedroom so she could talk about it with someone while all of the news was still fresh in her mind.
"They are sleeping," she announced as soon as she slipped in through the door, then paused to close it quietly behind her. Calypso went straight for the dresser to pull out some sort of pajamas. "Not without Evander just needing to have his favorite book read to him twice, of course."
"It's a good book," Edgar said playfully, smiling warmly at her arrival. "And you just tell it so well!" He could manage to prop himself up a bit now, and sat leaning against their headboard with a pillow behind his head, his journal open in his lap. He closed it and set it on the dresser. "So. That was an eventful meeting. To say the least. Sort of puts the whole thing in this... bizarre limbo perspective. Like hey, this guy is more screwed in the head than we originally thought, but also, his soul is in a bunch of pieces we're not sure about and scattered harem scarem across the globe, making him not directly killable."
"Yeah, that's just...that's messed up on so many levels, Ed," Calypso had to admit as she quickly pulled a tank top up and over her head. When she looked at Edgar, her face was a bit incredulous. "Who in Merlin's name thinks that's a good idea? I just want to know what leads someone to think that they should rip their soul apart?"
In all honesty, it made Calypso feel a little sick. Not only was this man (was he really a man anymore?) so insane that he killed people with as much ease as he did, but he also was willing to take great, great lengths to make sure that he wasn't going to die. She just couldn't imagine what would have to happen to someone that they would ever in a million lifetimes warp into someone that would want to do that. It just baffled her.
So, she admitted it aloud: "It honestly baffles me. The whole lot of it. Especially the whole part with us not knowing where or what they are."
"I wish I was in a state good enough to go with Dumbledore for this sea cave shite. At least it's Stu and Fabian. Fabian's already seen it, and Stu's got more patience than an army of seasoned parents," Edgar admitted, unable to stop himself from watching her undress and dress. Ingrained habit, he supposed. And not a bad one. "But I can't imagine just... wanting or justifying that. That's taking other lives to make your own this... this incredibly... disgusting shell of a human being. Waging a blood war when the one true concern is clearly not blood status. It's the want for total control and what better group to pander to than those who believe themselves superior anyway?"
"It's disgusting," Calypso sighed, shaking her head as she adjusted her pajama pants around her waist. As she approached the bed, she continued in an almost exasperated tone. "It's just insane. But I think the truly frightening part is that we're not going to end all of this until we find them all and that won't be easy. Somehow I doubt that he fancied it a scavenger hunt and left clues with each one." She had to quirk just a slight smile there, though, not wanting to be too heavy as she slid into the bed. "Although that would have been nice, hey?"
"Well he's left some trail of breadcrumbs, according to whatever memories Dumbledore has dredged up," Edgar replied. "We could always owl him, though. Ask him really nicely for hints. All hey Mr Dark Lord Whatsit, we're destroying your soul bit by bit and would appreciate a few pointers if your could spare the time," Ed grinned. "The look on his face would be worth it but then again I suppose we'd have to deal with his rage. Whatever the slight difference to the present would be, I don't know."
"I don't think I want to know," Calypso sighed, stretching out her legs before rolling onto her side so she was able to face Edgar. She smiled at him, then, trying to hang onto the shreds of good humor despite that their topic wasn't exactly one that called for such a tone. "Maybe we could bribe him for hints. I've always sworn that my brownie recipe could get anyone to do anything I want them to. Worth a shot, hey?"
"We could attach a note. Get on his good side. 'Dear Lord Mort, we made you these delicious treats as a peace offering, Love The Order,'" Edgar mused, grinning now at the very surreal prospect. "What a lovely idea! He'll be so touched by our thoughtfulness and generosity that he'll tell his mates to stop offing people at random, the war will end, and we'll all be brilliant friends."
"Flawless plan," Calypso replied with a knowing nod, still grinning. "I think you ought to suggest it to Dumbledore at the next meeting. I think everyone would really go for it."
That brought her away from thoughts of brownies, though, and back to thinking about the Order meeting. "It was really good to be able to talk about all of it, though. Even though Dumbledore wasn't exactly giving us the best of news, I know that I at least feel at ease knowing what he was doing. I'd never assume that he's just out sipping lemonade on a beach, of course, but it's good to know."
Edgar nodded. "No, I know exactly what you mean. I just never expected it to be something so... I don't know what word I'm looking for. Terrifying, maybe. You Know Who conveys that without trying, never mind throwing immortality into the mix. It's an overwhelming combination. Still. Even if it's difficult, it's something that can be ended. It's not as though he really, absolutely can't die." Ed paused. "Everyone reacted fairly well to Remus, at least. We've had better around long enough that I guess it's made a bit of difference."
"Yes," Calypso replied with a nod, looking a little thoughtful. She had a bit of an internal battle herself over the whole thing, torn between being raised to fear werewolves and the fact that she knew that all of those stereotypes and misconceptions were just that - stereotypes and misconceptions. Letting out a breath, she smiled. "It's just good that no one Apparated off or threw a fit in front of him. He shouldn't have to deal with anything like that with all of us."
"No, he shouldn't," Edgar said, sighing lightly. But he left it at that. He'd had enough of this already, this worrying, thinking, worrying, panicking, worrying. He'd barely been able to look at Sirius during the meeting. He'd felt so exposed and dejected for the entire thing, even if perhaps it hadn't been obvious. He didn't like being weak, or feeling useless. Ed was and had always been the sort of person who wanted to be doing anything and everything they could. "My brain hurts from all this over-thinking life," he said finally, allowing a smile. "I need a wifely distraction."
"You do?" Calypso asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking. She could understand and sympathize with him, she had to admit to herself. She had only been apart of the Order for a short while now, so everything was still rather new and different to her. While she had an idea of what went on, she had never really known for sure and finding out left her both excited and apprehensive.
But she didn't want to think about that anymore. Instead, she just let her smirk grow into a full smile as she looked over at her husband. "It's a good thing you have a wife that likes to distract, then."
Edgar laughed. "I am indeed a fortunate man," he said, holding his arm up so she could get closer to him, the same way Evander had a few days before (and since, now that he could see Daddy whenever his little heart desired). "I love you, you know."
"I do know," Calypso replied with a smile, happily pulling in next to him. She loved that feeling of being near him and just how comfortable it made her. She hated thinking that there might be a time where she won't be able to feel like this, but knowing that it was true (especially with everything that had happened to him of late) she tried to savor the moments while she could - like right now. "I love you too, you know."
This was the best part of everything. Getting to lie down with her, hold her, love her, be there for her, for everything. Nothing made him happier than his family, than his wife, his children, Dorcas, his brother and sister, his parents. They were what he held above all things, no matter what the cost.
He didn't know if he could even survive without them.