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Tweak says, "teal dear"

mediwitch_fleur (mediwitch_fleur) wrote in quaffle_rpg,
@ 2009-09-26 11:13:00

WHO: Fleur and Roger
WHEN: evening September 25 (sorry for the backdate)
WHERE: pub near Wasps pitch
WHAT: Fleur does something really dumb with Roger
RATING: high

Fleur had entered the pub over an hour ago and had begun drinking heavily. She hadn't intended to get drunk, just drink enough to forget a bit, to ease the pain. His brother was more important than she was. After all his arguments about them needing to be the most important thing to each other, when she was ready to cave, when she was ready to take down the final barrier, he shut her down.

He had refused her, in the end.

Fleur downed another whisky, not appreciating the fine taste and aroma. She needed to feel appreciated, desired, and currently, she wasn't sure she cared who gave it to her.

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roger_a_davies
2009-10-03 03:44 pm UTC (link)

Saturday night, the weekend, the time that Roger looked forward to the most. The time when he could take it all in and let everything out. He really wasn't even certain how long he'd been there, having had a few drinks, and lots of laughs and discussions on prospects about the coming season.

And then he felt the gift. Intuitively, Roger had an uncanny sense of knowing particular things by observation. The way someone was sitting, the way they handled their drink for example. And he happened to glance up to see a lone figure tossing back a drink like she was trying to get to the bottom of the bottle.

Heading to the bar himself, he ordered a couple drinks, moving down to the woman, placing one before her. "Some would call that alcohol abuse," he said. "Tossing it back like that. To truely appreciate it, one has to hold it, savor it's unique aroma, let it tempt you while you refrain. And only when one can't hold back, slowly indulge in it's taste."

He had been demonstrating, his eyes closed as he talked, and of course, knew that he could have easily been talking about something other than alcohol. Which he had intended for it to sound like. At least, until he opened his eyes as he took a sip himself.

Shit.

What was she doing here? Alone for that matter, looking for all intents and purposes to get completely hammered. "Fleur? he asked. "What are you doing here alone as you are?" True concern filled his voice, trying to forget the fact that he'd all but been flirting with her on a level he hadn't before.

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mediwitch_fleur
2009-10-03 05:31 pm UTC (link)

Fleur noticed the drink before the wizard. His words poured over her, balming her wounded pride. It was easy enough in her inebriated state to imagine he was referring to her. She wondered when the last time was that Bill had appreciated her that way.

When he noticed her, she chuckled dryly, picking up the drink and making a show of bringing it toward her lips but not drinking. "Finding acceptance," she raised her glass and took a sip. She shook her head slightly, then frowned and waved her hand instead.

"We had a fight and apparently everyone else is more important. I don't want to talk about it." She knew her words weren't true, in some part of her mind, but currently, she was more than happy to be bitter.

"So what else do you appreciate slowly, Roger?" she smiled. Maybe if she flirted back, the pain would ease. Roger had always made her feel like she was the beautiful witch she knew she was. Normally, though, she didn't care. Tonight, she wanted to have it acknowledged.

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roger_a_davies
2009-10-03 08:30 pm UTC (link)

Roger listened, nodding as she spoke. That was another thing that he was quite good at, which perhaps counted for more than just his good looks in regards to his reputation. Sure, looks was one thing, but it took more than that to actually gain a witch's attention. He found it hard to believe that anyone, especially her husband, would find anything more important than her. And he knew of course that it was something that she wanted to talk about. Eventually, just not at the moment.

"Would think Witch Weekly would be filled with what I appreciate slowly," he answered with a smile. "Though there's also the arts, except for opera. That's just too slow and boring to be fully appreciated. Certain books, of course, as they have to be read at one's leisure, even if it is difficult to put down."

He took a drink himself, and turned to face her again. "Though, more directly, if you were to ask what I appreciate at this very moment, I would have to say the way your eyes sparkle with the light in the room, the subtle allure of the way your hair falls, begging one to reach out and run their fingers through it. The very way your smile can light up a room."

He wasn't flirting, at least not intentionally. It was true what he was saying, and he really only said it because he was more than certain that it was what she needed to hear.

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mediwitch_fleur
2009-10-03 10:29 pm UTC (link)

Fleur chuckled slightly at his comment, smiling a bit. He danced around the question, offering harmless commentary that reminded her he was a Ravenclaw behind the reputation. She allowed herself to enjoy his words, then blushed slightly.

She hadn't heard him truly compliment her in years, and while Bill had complimented her, he'd never been suave or debonair like Roger. Roger was so many things her husband wasn't.

She took a slow sip, closing her eyes. "You are far too sweet, Roger. I am sure you use such lines on all the witches, hmm?" She smiled somewhat. In all honesty, she wasn't sure if she wanted her accusation to be true or false. In the end, it didn't matter, she just wanted more of it.

"When someone stops appreciating beauty, does the beauty fade from neglect? Oh you would not know. I have never known you to neglect anything in your life."

She took a sip, "I've missed you, your conversation. I'm sorry for how things happened."

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roger_a_davies
2009-10-03 10:50 pm UTC (link)

Well, she was laughing, so that was an improvement. And the fact that she wasn't laughing at his expense made it even better. "On the contrary," he answered. "To use such repeated lines would only serve to make one appear to be using lines, and thus not completely devoted to their actions."

Neglect? Was she being serious? "I find it rather difficult to believe that anyone would neglect you," he said. True, she had said that Bill had left her after a fight, but to hear it put as she did, it sounded as if there was a lot more going on that he didn't know. "And I find it even more difficult to believe that your beauty should ever fade." Perhaps given the new light that had been shed on the topic, or the fact that this was the first time he'd talked to her in context other than medical and check ups, and the fact he'd had a few drinks, he reached up, lightly caressing her cheek, something he hadn't done since the Yule Ball back in school.

Eyes closed as he recalled that night, and then ever so slowly, he lowered his hand. Unintentional though it might have been, there was no denying the intimacy of the gesture, and that had definitely crossed his two major rules. Never get involved with a co-worker, and never with someone that was taken. "I have as well," he said, taking another sip.

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mediwitch_fleur
2009-10-04 02:49 pm UTC (link)

And Roger Davies was nothing if not completely devoted to his actions, flirtations and quidditch first among those. She knew his reputation had been well-earned, and while she didn't judge him for it, it wasn't what she would have wanted for her life. Though quidditch ran hers as well, she supposed.

SHe shook her head, "Neglect, failure to connect, it is all the same." She wanted to accuse Bill of having left her, changed ways, but as angry as she was, the words wouldn't quite come out.

When he touched her cheek, she closed her eyes. Such small intimate gestures had been lost to she and Bill, though she didn't know when. Things had changed, and judging by the fact she was here instead of telling her husband she'd agreed to have a family, the rift was far more than she had imagined.

"Never get married, Roger. It destroys you. You think you know someone, you think you will continue to grow down the same path. It never does."

She reached over and touched his hand, gently laying hers on top. The simple act of flesh against flesh was a new drug, and something that shouldn't have meant anything to her had Bill remained who she had thought he was.

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roger_a_davies
2009-10-10 10:24 pm UTC (link)

Now Roger was entirely conflicted. Morals told him not to do anything, yet clearly she wanted to talk, needed certain reassurances. He downed his drink, not even mindful of the hypocrisy of it, given his earlier admonishment of her for doing the same. Anything to not notice the feelings brewing at the feel of her hand upon his. Even now, her touch was intoxicating in a way that he hadn't felt since that night in the garden during the Yule Ball.

"Thinks can't be that bad," he said, pouring another drink. "Sure, everyone goes through rough times. But if they really care, they work it out." But was that the same here? If she was at this point, had they slipped so far? "Everything's become routine. You just have to rediscover yourself is all. Take a moment and step outside of your comfort zone, and do something that would normally seem irrational. Go see a muggle picture,or the opera. Spend the afternoon tossing coins in a fountain. Anything that's not routine. Don't be yourself. You'll rediscover yourself, then go back, have a right royal shagging, and... and you'll feel much better."

Least, it sounded good to hear it. It had always worked for him, but then his situation was different than hers. Maybe it wouldn't apply. In which case, well, he wasn't certain what to do, given he really wasn'tqualified for this. Who did healers go to when they needed healing?

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