RP: Love Potion?
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tutistempus_rpgWho: Bill and Fleur Weasley
When: Early afternoon-ish, 23 February 2002
What: Talking after the love potion chaos
Where: Their place
Warnings/Rating: TBD
Her thoughts were like wisps of smoke, raising in the air until they vanished without a trace; you knew they where there but you could not prove it after that quick evanescent second had passed. Their meanings resonating loudly in her head but yet, her brain did not want to process them. Choice or no choice it still hurt and a part of her wished she could take it back. Wished she could set the clock back to before but that was like saying the sun would rise in the west instead of the east, impossible. She hated that someone else had made her into something she had never wanted to be. With a sigh she reached up and wiped the breath induced fog off the cool window pane and went back to watching the rain fall. She couldn't remember the last time they had a rainy day.
Unlike her tangled thoughts the bedroom around her was quiet and comforting much like her husband's t-shirt Fleur had on. The cotton was soft against her skin and more importantly it smelled like Bill; it smelled like a crisp spring day where it was just warm enough without being too hot, where puffy white clouds lazied about in a blue sky and the wind held all the promises of a perfect day. It smelled like security and warmth. It smelled like home. It reminded her that if Bill was there it would be alright. He had always been her guiding star, if she could find him, she could find herself. She only wished he was home now.
Fleur sensed his presence long before she heard him. By now she swore it was a sixth sense and that even if she was deaf and blindfolded she would be able to tell when they were in the same room together. "Bill," her voice was soft as she turned to look at him properly. In that moment it was so brilliantly obvious to her the difference between true love and a love potion induced feeling of affection. It was more than stunning good looks which Bill had in spades. It was the flutter in her stomach, the swell of emotion that reached down to her core, it was both the tender and passionate touches, it was a wealth of shared memories and moments... It was how how just by standing there he made her complete.
"I love you mon trésor," she told him even though he already knew as she moved to him wanting nothing more than to be swept up into his embrace. It still amazed her how perfectly their bodies seemed to fit together. Fleur pressed her lips to Bill's own claiming them in a kiss and that was how it was supposed to be. He was supposed to be there with her. Sure they needed to talk about love potions and the past week but it could wait a moment longer.
When: Early afternoon-ish, 23 February 2002
What: Talking after the love potion chaos
Where: Their place
Warnings/Rating: TBD
Her thoughts were like wisps of smoke, raising in the air until they vanished without a trace; you knew they where there but you could not prove it after that quick evanescent second had passed. Their meanings resonating loudly in her head but yet, her brain did not want to process them. Choice or no choice it still hurt and a part of her wished she could take it back. Wished she could set the clock back to before but that was like saying the sun would rise in the west instead of the east, impossible. She hated that someone else had made her into something she had never wanted to be. With a sigh she reached up and wiped the breath induced fog off the cool window pane and went back to watching the rain fall. She couldn't remember the last time they had a rainy day.
Unlike her tangled thoughts the bedroom around her was quiet and comforting much like her husband's t-shirt Fleur had on. The cotton was soft against her skin and more importantly it smelled like Bill; it smelled like a crisp spring day where it was just warm enough without being too hot, where puffy white clouds lazied about in a blue sky and the wind held all the promises of a perfect day. It smelled like security and warmth. It smelled like home. It reminded her that if Bill was there it would be alright. He had always been her guiding star, if she could find him, she could find herself. She only wished he was home now.
Fleur sensed his presence long before she heard him. By now she swore it was a sixth sense and that even if she was deaf and blindfolded she would be able to tell when they were in the same room together. "Bill," her voice was soft as she turned to look at him properly. In that moment it was so brilliantly obvious to her the difference between true love and a love potion induced feeling of affection. It was more than stunning good looks which Bill had in spades. It was the flutter in her stomach, the swell of emotion that reached down to her core, it was both the tender and passionate touches, it was a wealth of shared memories and moments... It was how how just by standing there he made her complete.
"I love you mon trésor," she told him even though he already knew as she moved to him wanting nothing more than to be swept up into his embrace. It still amazed her how perfectly their bodies seemed to fit together. Fleur pressed her lips to Bill's own claiming them in a kiss and that was how it was supposed to be. He was supposed to be there with her. Sure they needed to talk about love potions and the past week but it could wait a moment longer.
