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DAWLISH! (concussed) wrote in the_8th_floor,
@ 2012-03-21 16:42:00

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john dawlish, rosalind bungs

Who: John Dawlish and Rosalind Bungs
What: firewhiskey + an upset woman who wants but does not have babies
When: Tuesday night
Where: Rosalind's flat
Warnings: As previously mentioned, alcohol + emotions. Proceed with caution.

When his daughter sent him the latest Witch Weekly - by owl and not in person, since she wasn't entirely sure it was something he deserved blame for - John's first thought was that there were two possible outcomes. Either Rosalind would laugh off the article as something that was so completely false it wasn't worth worrying over, or it would lead to a moment of clarity that meant he'd never hear from her again. Even though he knew that children were a sore subject with her, she still caught him off guard by taking a third option. He liked that she could surprise him, but the reason why she had was worrying. Briefly, before he'd had a chance to organise his thoughts enough to respond, he'd seen her emotional response about a fiancé who'd passed away. Just as quickly as it was there, it was gone again, so he filed the information away and pretended he never saw it but it still changed everything. Now, as he had before, he saw two possible options. Either she'd want to forget or she'd want to remember. If he handled things the right way, both options looked promising - but obviously, Rosalind had a way of surprising him.

It probably would have been more polite to Apparate somewhere in the city and then knock on her door but John wasn't familiar enough with London to risk it, not with so many muggles around. He wasn't even sure he'd be able to find her flat if he'd started from The Leaky Cauldron and besides, she'd invited him anyway, so he threw caution to the wind and a little Floo powder into the fireplace and headed on over. As soon as he arrived, he pulled out his wand and immediately performed a spell to clean off any soot that might have clung to him on his trip. It was only after he'd finished with that that John raised his head to look for Rosalind.

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fairosalind
2012-03-28 04:32 pm UTC (link)

"Its...it wasn't something I thought I'd grieve, never getting pregnant, I thought we had time, lots of it even. And then he died and the opportunity slipped away. That bloody gossip rag couldn't have found better ammunition against me had they dissected my life's story." It had been a great frustration at the time, how it could be so hard to succeed, and the doubts about her body. Her doctor had ensured her that she was not infertile, that none of them were but that these things sometimes took time. She had been so at odds with herself when Patrick died, hating her own body's inability to perform as she wished, needing his calm humour to ground her and his soft caresses to assure herself that she wasn't failing at anything. Ever the Ravenclaw, approaching conception as something she would get graded on.
With a deep sigh, Rosalind closed her eyes for a moment, trying to control her emotions and the way they were surely showing on her face. She felt more naked like this than without clothes, as she generally avoided to show emotion but had no trouble showing her naked body. The realisation hit her then, that John knew, that he had kids, that he had to know these things she did not, but longed for with such desperation. The question bubbled out, eagerly, unchecked.
"What did it feel like to hold your kids the first time", she asked, an eager expression on her face. If she could have, she would have asked how it felt to be pregnant, how it felt to have a new life growing inside of you, longing for it and loving it.

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