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Tweak says, "Great Scott!"

Vic Weasley (trompelemonde) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2012-08-13 19:38:00

Entry tags:

ch: bdh: teddy lupin, ch: bdh: victoire lupin, p: kit, p: serena

Who: Victoire Lupin ^bdh, Teddy Lupin ^bdh
What: Vic is dying of the major guilt
When: Monday morning
Where: Vic & Teddy's whatever-it-is in Greece
Warnings: Maybe language? Vic likes the swear words.

Victoire was not the sort of girl to show off her weaknesses. She didn't pander to emotional, teary outbursts, instead burying her sadder feelings deep below the surface where they didn't need to be dealt with. Vic was usually a very honest person, the sort that would sooner blurt the truth than let you leave the house with your knickers tucked into your skirt. Unless you were Mini, because that was just hi-lar-i-ous, and she usually told her after only five minutes anyway, but still. Rest assured, you could count on Vic to be honest.

But she couldn't be honest with herself. When they were in Epsilon and Teddy was being punished for refusing to do the morning exercises, Vic washed her hands of the situation. She and Teddy were adults, and they were adults who had lived through a war. They often had differences of opinion and found the best way to continue to get along, was to let the other person do what they had to do. Teddy was aware of the circumstances of refusing to do what Epsilon wanted, and he chose to ignore him anyway. Vic had pitied him, and had sympathised, but she still went along with it. Only now, all this time later, did Victoire realise the extent of her lack of action. Suddenly, Teddy wasn't an adult making his own choices. She was a wife who stood by and let her husband be treated badly.

Vic apologised in writing, but the shame of what she did choked her words in her throat, burned her cheeks and turned her stomach. She had acted normally to his face, but underneath, Vic was struggling. Teddy was her best friend who she could say anything to, but that morning, lying in bed beside him, she felt like she didn't deserve him. He was asleep - it was early - but Vic had been up half the night with worry. Her dreams turned to nightmares where he left her for Mini, who was a far better person than she was, and prettier to boot.

Teddy's profile was lit by the morning glow, giving his features an innocence that was completely washed away by consciousness. She stared until her vision began to blur, then slowly turned her back to him and lay on her side, her tears wetting the pillow. She barely knew how to cry, she did it so infrequently.

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gotswagger
2012-08-14 01:14 pm UTC (link)

Teddy had had some trouble sleeping as of late for a variety of reasons. The trouble with his Gram, the trouble with his father, and now the trouble he was having with Mini and, admittedly, his wife. It wasn't terribly unusual for them to disagree on something and so it wasn't troubling him that much because he knew they'd get over it and move on, they were good at that. On top of everything else, though, Teddy was just feeling tired and, as he'd told her before, a bit despondent and apathetic on the whole.

Still, having talked to his Gram, he was sleeping slightly better. The night before had been relatively dream-free and restful, but that didn't mean he was sleeping soundly. In truth, he hadn't slept soundly for years, not with the war going on and knowing that, at any moment, he needed to be fully aware of his surrounding. Old habits died hard, he assumed.

That was why he'd easily felt Victoire shifting and turning away from him. Not an alarm, they both shifted in their sleep throughout the night. Still, he had the half-conscious urge to keep her close, so he, too, turned onto his side, stirring, as he snuggled close to her from behind. His hand came up to her shoulder and lazily moved downward until his arm was draped over her hip, hand at her stomach. "Vic," he murmured, voice thick with sleep and grogginess.

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