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Dominique Weasley est très petite (toutencourbes) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2012-08-11 00:12:00

Entry tags:

ch: bdh: dominique weasley, ch: swap: victorien weasley, p: annalisa, p: rachael

Who: Victorien^swap and Mini^BDH
What: Vino and Cuddles
When: Friday
Where: Mini's little villa in Ancient Greece
Warnings: French. Cuddles. Wine.

Mini hurt. Not only were her legs aching from gripping the horse below her, but a myriad of bruises dotted her porcelain skin from where she had taken a tumble during practice and her fingers ached from clutching the reigns of the horse she was trying to lead. Looking back, she couldn’t figure out why she had chosen to ride an animal whose behind was at eye-level and flew like the wind. Being on top of the chestnut mare was like riding on a broom, something Mini was not fond of, and there weren’t any of her favourite lemon sours here to comfort her.

All of these physical discomforts were water under the bridge to the hurting she was feeling inside. The initial pain of being traded had subsided, leaving behind a bit of – well - nothing that left with the familiar feeling of losing her sparkle. Her confidence was shaken and she felt alone again despite the comforting words from her family. They said that knew she was better than this, that she deserved more, but the feeling of security that she had felt when she was reunited with her family here had left when her room in Epsilon became locked to her. Things were back to being decided for her at the expense of her own feelings.

It had taken her a bit of time to reach out to one person who she felt knew what she was going through. While she loved her sister, Victoire had always had Teddy. It was the two of them for as long as Mini could remember, and even when they weren’t lovers they were connected. V, however, knew what it felt like to lose the person you wanted.

Buoyed by his words, Mini had gone out and procured a few bottles of wine for them to share. She was currently staring at them, wondering how strong the Greeks made their wine and if it was the modern day’s equivalent of ice cream. Hopefully, even now, he was still up for wine and cuddles with his sister.

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rienvented
2012-08-11 05:32 am UTC (link)

V bent to wrap his arms around her properly, resting his head on top of hers before she pulled back to look at him. "Of course," he said, grinning. "I wouldn't dream of letting my little sister down."

It was weird, no doubt about it, to be absolutely sure that this was his brother and yet to be sure that she was very female at the same time. Almost but not quite as weird as the most mind-boggling person he'd met since being here, the half-sibling he shared with Theo. He'd gotten over that one, though, and at least he was already used to the idea of having a little sister, even if this wasn't [Louis].

He laughed, and nodded. "I am, yeah," he said. "Is Victoire tall, too?" That wasn't surprising, but he'd yet to see it for himself. "It makes me an extra-good cuddler, though, so that's something, right?"

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toutencourbes
2012-08-11 11:51 pm UTC (link)

"Every girl needs her brother at times." The corner of Mini's mouth lifted in a small smile as she leaned back in, burrowing against his chest. He was right; the extra height made him perfect for sliding up against. The long, muscular lines were recognizable, comforting in their familiarity. She had missed physical contact; it wasn't often that she had so much time to spend by herself. Hands were normally held, legs frequently tended to drape casually over the other person's, and cheeks were always kissed in greeting. Feeling a pair of strong arms around her - even if they weren't those of her father's or Louis' – was like a soothing balm over her frayed spirits.

"Oui. I take after Papa's side. Short, chubby, loud," she explained, gesturing to the curves that her toga couldn't hide. A million questions flooded into her mind, but her maman’s voice suddenly sounded in her ear, admonishing her for being a bad hostess. She sheepishly glanced at the assortment of carafes on her window and moved towards the thick, black vessels she had found in her villa that could only be described as early wine goblets. “I wasn’t sure what kind of wine they had here or which you like, but you’re one of us so you have to like wine, so… I managed to find a bit of everything.”

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