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Tweak says, "I want Snape!"

Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-06-10 00:19:00

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character: melinda bobbin, character: viktor krum

RP: Here, Taste This
Who: Melinda and Viktor
What:
Where: Viktor’s Flat
When: Sunday, June 7 [Backdated]
Rating: TBD

With an early wedding consultation, Melinda hadn’t been able to go to Viktor’s place after closing time on Saturday. Well, technically she could, but that would have meant that she would have had to either arrive very late or leave even earlier in order to have everything ready for the couple that would be there in the late Sunday morning. That was alright, though. That’s how it was, and it had opened the opportunity for them to meet and go through the market with Tsveta and Misha afterwards.

It had been fun walking around, in the sun, smelling, tasting, and touching all the new, fresh fruits that tasted so differently from how they tasted in winter. It had been even more fun hearing Tsveta’s verdict on which fruits were good and which ones were better left alone, and just after lunch, Melinda had found herself with a bag full of fruits that all needed closer inspection… and by closer inspection, they meant tasting the treats.

Instead of having afternoon tea, they had had a platter with all the different fruits, ranging from the typical red apple and cherries to the exotic yellow carambola, and it had been delicious. Still, as much as Melinda loved spending time with Viktor’s children, she was looking forward to their bedtime, after which she could spend the evening alone with him. These past couple of weeks had felt a little surreal. Everything had been going at a slow pace before, with them meeting and talking and being careful not to draw attention and generally just getting a feel for each other, and now? Now it seemed as if everything was happening quickly, though they were still going pretty slowly. Melinda felt as if she had known Viktor for years, and yet everything also felt new and exciting and she kept seeing new sides of him; sides that she liked.

When he had gone to tuck Tsveta in for the night, Melinda had slipped into the kitchen. Yes, it was her day and evening off, but if there was one thing she knew for certain, it was that when inspiration struck, she should go with it, and she had already held on to this idea since she had seen the cherries next to the limes. A few minutes later, she was squeezing limes and pitting cherries, while she had the whisk working on the butter and sugar in a bowl off to the side.

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snitch_snatcher
2015-06-11 07:43 am UTC (link)

Viktor was ... well, he didn't have a word for it, for how happy he was that the woman he was so interested in seemed so genuinely interested in his children. No tthe fake interested he'd seen before, but real and genuine. And the children responded in kind. Misha loved most people, but Tsveta was warm with Mel in a way that Viktor rarely saw with people outside of the family.

He finished putting Tsveta to bed with a story in Bulgarian and a kiss on the head. He headed back out with a gentle smile about his lips and went in search of the woman he'd finally get some alone time with. The one thing about having kids was that it was definitely detrimental to alone time. She wasn't where he'd left her, but he'd given her free reign of the house. He followed some faint noises and discovered her in the kitchen.

He had no idea what she was working on, but it certainly looked interesting, whatever it was. "Vhat vonderful thing are you concocting?" he murmured, coming up behind her and resting his hands gently on her waist in order to peer over her shoulder to see what she was doing better.

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_melinda_
2015-06-13 11:29 pm UTC (link)

Melinda was just adding the cherry and lime juices to the frosting when she heard Viktor’s soft voice and a split second later felt his hands on her hips. “Cherry limeade frosting,” she said softly with a smile as she murmured the spell that would keep the whisk whipping the mixture. “But I haven’t a clue if it’ll actually work.”

With a content hum she relaxed back against his chest, not wanting him to go anywhere. This felt real, it felt comfortable and exciting, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. “Tsveta’s asleep now?” she asked, turning her head just enough for her forehead to brush against the side of his chin.

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snitch_snatcher
2015-06-16 04:01 am UTC (link)

"Sounds very interesting," he said. He admired the thing she could whip up on a whim like this. It was terribly clever and definitely outside of his skill set. He sighed softly as she settled back against him comfortably. It brought him a surge of contentment he couldn't say he hadn't felt often for a long time, outside of his children.

His arms wrapped around her and he pressed his lips to the skin of her temple. "Da, or nearly there. She vas struggling to keep her eyes open after the story, so she'll be asleep in no time." No matter how hard she tried. His lips curved up in a small smile.

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_melinda_
2015-06-19 08:35 pm UTC (link)

“I’m hoping it will be,” Melinda smiled. “I want to make something very summer and if this doesn’t work I might just split it up and make a lime cupcake with cherry frosting.” It was what she did. It was what she had always done, whether it was with Potions, cakes, or desserts.

Moving the bowl to the side, she gave Viktor’s hands a gentle squeeze before she turned in his arms until she was facing him. “It’s been a good day,” she smiled up at him, letting the tips of her fingers brush down over his temple along his hairline. “I’m sure I wouldn’t go to sleep voluntarily, either.”

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snitch_snatcher
2015-06-23 02:46 am UTC (link)

"It certainly sounds very summer," he agreed. He loved the surplus of fruits and such during the summer months. They'd always had a garden, growing up, and had grown a lot of their own stuff. The product of being poor when you're young, he thought; he appreciated the access he had to everything he wanted now. "At least you'll be able to use it either way."

His fingers gently stroked her waistband and he smiled down at her. "It vas a very good day. You made it a very good day," he told her. He wanted to thank her for that, for his kids, but also for himself. He leaned down slightly and kissed her lightly. "Thank you for that, for the good day."

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