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Jun. 1st, 2005 11:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clumsy_aurorShe hadn't been so late in more than a week. Since before the attack.
Nymphadora climbs into bed, carefully, so as not to wake Bernard.
So of course, he's awake in an instant. He lifts his head, blinking sleepily at her. She can't see his face very well in the watery moonlight, but she knows the worried crease between his eyebrows is there. His voice is low and rough with sleep. "Hey, baby."
"Hi." She sighs and pulls the covers up over her shoulders, shivering a little. "How're you?"
Bernard notices the shiver and pulls her close, his broad hand gently rubbing her upper arm. "Good. Was nice being back in the bar. Busy, though."
A wide yawn, and she nods tirely, resting her head against his chest. "You were missed."
He doesn't ask how her day was.
She doesn't tell him about not eating much of anything, all day.
Silence, for a few moments. Then his voice, low and warm, next to her ear. "By the way, your daughter has been keeping a demon bunny under her bed since, I guess, forever. Don't ask me. And don't stick your hand under her bed."
Nymphadora breathes a laugh, the set of her shoulders relaxing in direct contradiction to the prospect of a demonic rabbit in the flat.
It's so much easier to forget about things, when he's there.
They talk for a little while longer, their voices quiet and familiar in the dark.
Home.
Nymphadora climbs into bed, carefully, so as not to wake Bernard.
So of course, he's awake in an instant. He lifts his head, blinking sleepily at her. She can't see his face very well in the watery moonlight, but she knows the worried crease between his eyebrows is there. His voice is low and rough with sleep. "Hey, baby."
"Hi." She sighs and pulls the covers up over her shoulders, shivering a little. "How're you?"
Bernard notices the shiver and pulls her close, his broad hand gently rubbing her upper arm. "Good. Was nice being back in the bar. Busy, though."
A wide yawn, and she nods tirely, resting her head against his chest. "You were missed."
He doesn't ask how her day was.
She doesn't tell him about not eating much of anything, all day.
Silence, for a few moments. Then his voice, low and warm, next to her ear. "By the way, your daughter has been keeping a demon bunny under her bed since, I guess, forever. Don't ask me. And don't stick your hand under her bed."
Nymphadora breathes a laugh, the set of her shoulders relaxing in direct contradiction to the prospect of a demonic rabbit in the flat.
It's so much easier to forget about things, when he's there.
They talk for a little while longer, their voices quiet and familiar in the dark.
Home.
