Fleur Delacour (fleurdesetoiles) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-09-29 13:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bill weasley, fleur delacour |
Who: Fleur and Bill
When: Saturday evening
Where: Their place
What: An overdue conversation of sorts
Warnings/Rating: TBD
As she pulled the shirt over her head Fleur's senses were flooded with the many things that made up Bill's scent: his shampoo, laundry soap, shaving cream, and his cologne. She had never been the type of girl to wear her boyfriend's clothes but then again those guys had never been Bill. They had been mostly flights of fancy that had never amounted to more than a fun week or two. This was different. Bill was different. Standing there in his t-shirt felt right, like having a part of him linger on her skin even when he wasn't close. It was soothing.
Then there had been the dreams. They had been Bill's dreams but like most things in her life they were slowly becoming theirs; just one of many things that linked them together. Fleur would be lying if she said they didn't unnerve her and make her weary about going to sleep because eventually they would be her dreams too. It broke her heart in two to even hear about Bill's attack. The dreams had not been without a silver lining and it had been that they had been engaged in Bill's dreams. It made her smile and entertain possibilities for their own future.
"Bill?" Fleur called to him softly as she flitted down the hall clad in one of his t-shirts. She was determined to have the conversation with him they said they would have, over what happens when it came time for him to leave, but first she wanted to fold herself into his arms and taste the sweet allure of his kiss. "Bill, l'amour, où es-tu?"