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[clumsy_auror]

*The bedroom door opens quietly and Nymphadora slips inside.*

They're both asleep, finally. Aziraphael's clutching Wilde, and Sunny's got Jemma, so I think they'll be all right.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's cross-legged on top of the blankets, sketching. He looks up tiredly.*

Oh, good.



What the hell kind of letter am I going to send the Morningstar? Ordering him around doesn't seem like the best plan.

[clumsy_auror]

*a soft sigh, as she perches next to him on the bed*

Dunno. Maybe it's best to wait until he comes into the bar again? Talk to him then?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

No. He comes so rarely. I'm not waiting on his convenience when he broke the fucking rules.

[clumsy_auror]

I know. And I'd like nothing better than to chat with him, myself.

*Nymphadora falls silent, not entirely sure what to say.

It's not her decision, in the end.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I'll write him Wednesday, when I'm out and able to receive him in the bar.

He won't set foot in our home. Ever.

[clumsy_auror]

No.

*She flops backward onto the covers, staring up at the ceiling.*

He won't.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He glances over at her, then sets his sketchbook and pencils on the side table. Stretching out beside her, he slides an arm around her waist.*

And how are you?

[clumsy_auror]

*She slides her hand over his.*

I'm okay.

*Realizing this is not fully accurate, she amends:*

Well. I'm worried.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

So am I.

*Bernard sighs and scoots closer, putting his head on Nymphadora's shoulder.*

He put on a brave face for Sunny, but he's so fucking wrecked.

[clumsy_auror]

I know.

Wish Crowley were here, too. He must be 'round the bend altogether with worry.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I'll be writing him tomorrow as well.

He broke the rules, too.

[clumsy_auror]

*Her eyes drift closed.*

I know.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

If I made exceptions for my family, I'd lose all authority.

[clumsy_auror]

*She nods, eyes still closed.*

You don't have to justify it to me, sweetheart.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I know.

*He hides his eyes in her shoulder, frustrated and tired.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She rolls a little closer, burying her face in his hair and pressing soft, small kisses to his temple.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*She can surely feel him smile against her shoulder after a moment. He lifts his head and kisses her softly.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora lets out a tiny breath, her own lips curving into a smile as they touch his.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He pulls back after a moment, just looking at her, unable to stop a half-smile from forming on his lips.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She looks back at him, taking in the dark-blue-sky-blue flecks mottled together in his irises.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard lifts a hand and traces the curve of her cheek with one fingertip.

He just lies there for a moment, marvelling at the very concept of there being someone in the world with whom he is content to just be, for hours on end if need be.

Her eyes are the color, he realizes, of the sky over Seattle.

Only deeper.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Her voice, when she finally speaks, isn't much more than a murmur.*

I feel better already.

How is that?

*One hand slides up his arm, her fingertips gentle on the inside of his wrist.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Dunno. Was kind of always like that with us, though.

*He leans forward to kiss her cheek, smiling.*

When bad things happened, we always were able to make each other feel better.

*A grin.*

One squeeze of your hand, and my mood was about fifty times better than it was before. Makes sense that that'd only get stronger.

[clumsy_auror]

Yeah.

'S good to have you with me, for things like this.

*She's smiling, but mind flashes an image of him -- prone on the bed so still so pale his hands clenching the covers but not her hand can't break that wall between them -- and her eyes involuntarily cloud over.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He notices. Of course he does.*

What?