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First Lady Victorien Weasley Lupin Saggy Bollocks (rienvented) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2012-08-05 20:19:00

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ch: swap: theodora lupin, ch: swap: victorien weasley, p: annalisa, p: kristy

Who: Theo & Victorien (swap)
What: booze & snuggles
When: Sunday, after Renee's arrival
Where: Theo's house
Warnings: TBD

For the most part, Victorien liked this place. The thing he liked most about it -- the thing that had almost immediately stopped him from even questioning whether it was good or bad -- was the fact that Theo had parents here. It was fun for him, too; he had plenty of family here, even if they weren't from his universe, and there was no end of things to do. But he still probably would have harbored some objections to the compound, if not for the fact that having parents was something that never would have happened for Theo back home.

So he'd ended up arguing with his scientist over the morality of a Christmas gift, of all things, instead of his actual existence here. He'd been aware of how slightly weird that was even as he was doing it, but he'd ignored it. It had not yet occurred to him that there could be an even more serious downside to this place: the fact that Theo's parents had to find out that they died, and that their daughter didn't know them. That hadn't been getting in the way of anything with her dad, so he hadn't even noticed; it was only coming up now that her mum was here.

And of course, now that they were faced with the problem, Victorien felt rather stupid for not anticipating it. He knew how to calm Theo down, though. Writing didn't work very well, but a big jug of booze (which he'd been really wanting to try, anyway -- how many people could say they'd actually had ancient Greek wine?) and some company ought to do the trick.

"Theo?" he called out, opening the door to her house. He shut it behind him, then added unnecessarily, "It's me."

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dynamic
2012-08-06 03:37 am UTC (link)

Coming to the Compound and being confronted by a living father who already knew all about her and about his death had given Theodora a false sense of security. She’d not had to bother with such an uncomfortable conversation, instead just focusing on having a daddy for the first time. More than that, she had an excessive assortment of other versions of her parents too, numbering more father figures than she could count. She even had a mother-ish figure in Nymphadora, which was so very nice.

Truthfully, Theo had never really had much in the way of a mother. She had Hannah, yeah, and the assorted female Weasleys, but that wasn’t the same. She’d been mostly raised by her granddad, and he’d done a fabulous job. However, she’d missed out on all of those mother-daughter conversations that were so necessary to a girl growing up. The prospect of coming face to face with her real mother for the first time was fantastically overwhelming.

All of this had left her in a panicked state which, as usual, meant that she was curled into a tiny ball with her knees at her chest and her chin resting on them. Even better, too, was the fact that she was in such a position in Ancient bloody Greece in a toga, of all things.

“I might’ve never guessed,” she half-heartedly teased in response.

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rienvented
2012-08-06 03:43 am UTC (link)

"I am in disguise," Victorien pointed out, sitting down next to her. "But then, so are you, so I suppose that cancels it out."

He still liked the togas, but it was true they were a bit unhelpful when one was trying to curl up into a tiny little ball and hide from the world. There weren't any handy long sleeves or hoods to pull over one's head, for starters.

Setting down the jug, he rested a hand on her laurel wreath-crowned head. "C'mon, you. Sit up. Have a drink."