She takes a sip of wine from her glass, letting her head rest back against the tub, while he's gone off to fetch her a cigarette. Honestly, if this doesn't prove to her that he's the ideal boyfriend, she's not sure what does. They haven't defined what they are, granted, and now that she's here... she wonders about that.
He is clever, her William. Clever and kind and so very brave - it takes a lot of bravery to stand up to evil in these trying times, especially since he had a solid job as a Curse Breaker to begin with. Nobody forced his hand, except perhaps himself - clever and kind and brave and involved, because he cares. She loves how much he cares.
She loves a lot about him.
When he re-enters the bathroom, she looks up towards him, her glass pressed against her lips, expression pensive. In the few seconds before Bill opens his mouth, she begins to take another sip of wine, and thinks that she wants more than just a casual fling with him; she'd better make her intentions clear, tell him that if not now (middle of a war, great timing, Fleur) then when, tell him she has very, very deep feelings for him, and that maybe if he's brave enough to be foolish with her, they could give this a go.
And then he asks her to marry him, and Fleur inhales wine down the wrong way and ends up slipping in the tub, going under, and splashing wine everywhere. She emerges coughing, around the time that he takes her hand, and the cough dissolves into laughter. And more coughing.
She surges forward, leaning half out of the tub to kiss him soundly.
"We can't tell anyone my reaction was to nearly drown," she murmurs against his lips, and then takes them in another kiss.
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He is clever, her William. Clever and kind and so very brave - it takes a lot of bravery to stand up to evil in these trying times, especially since he had a solid job as a Curse Breaker to begin with. Nobody forced his hand, except perhaps himself - clever and kind and brave and involved, because he cares. She loves how much he cares.
She loves a lot about him.
When he re-enters the bathroom, she looks up towards him, her glass pressed against her lips, expression pensive. In the few seconds before Bill opens his mouth, she begins to take another sip of wine, and thinks that she wants more than just a casual fling with him; she'd better make her intentions clear, tell him that if not now (middle of a war, great timing, Fleur) then when, tell him she has very, very deep feelings for him, and that maybe if he's brave enough to be foolish with her, they could give this a go.
And then he asks her to marry him, and Fleur inhales wine down the wrong way and ends up slipping in the tub, going under, and splashing wine everywhere. She emerges coughing, around the time that he takes her hand, and the cough dissolves into laughter. And more coughing.
She surges forward, leaning half out of the tub to kiss him soundly.
"We can't tell anyone my reaction was to nearly drown," she murmurs against his lips, and then takes them in another kiss.