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 Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 7:50 pm
Wendy smiled against Remus's lips, tangling her hand in his damp hair. After a moment she pulled out of the kiss to say, "Don't worry, he'd know it was me."
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 8:19 pm
((significant mark of tiredness: first I almost called Mar Ivana, caught myself, then TYPED IN Zelenka before I caught myself again XD))
Marketa leaned her head on one hand, trying to find a way to answer Skoba without worrying him any further. But it was hard; there was a lot going on that would worry him, with her and the goings-on of this country. She lowered her voice, even though everyone in the flat was aware of her feelings already. "Is just-..." Her voice cracked right on, and she had to cover her mouth for a moment until she had at least a bit of control over herself again. "Is just so...so hard...not to feel 'opeless..in dis countr-" her voice was lost to a gasp of air, and her other hand flitted up to cover her whole face. Her shoulders shook. She felt so powerless here, so helpless, too small, and too fragile. How could she care for a child if she couldn't even care for herself?
Remus laughed. "And how would he know that without killing me?" he asked slyly.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 8:22 pm
Wendy smirked as though hoping he would ask, then suddenly she was up on her knees behind him, with an arm around his neck and her free hand ruffling his hair viciously. "Do it to Sammy all the time!" she explained with a laugh.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 8:39 pm
Ignoring the stares of a few pairs of eyes on his back, Sirius leaned forward - still cradling young Ivana - to gently whisper in Marketa's ear. He strained his baritone voice to speak so quietly that it was barely above a rustling sound. "It won't always be like this. Just wait - you'll be euphorically happy someday. You deserve no less."
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 9:04 pm
Remus sat docilely on the floor, grinning and trying not to laugh as Wendy ferociously mussed his hair. "Very nice," he said as if he were looking at a piece of art, nodding mildly. "I'm really enjoying this. Yep. Totally."
Marketa slowly lowered her hands, her eyes wet and leaking slightly. She sniffed and rubbed at her eyes with closed fists. "When? Before or after I am shot in de street, or taken away from my family to a work camp?" she asked with a strained voice. She stopped herself and shook her head, wiping at her eyes again. "I'm sorry. I should not have...I am just so tired of dis..." She bowed her head again and leaned it on her hand.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 9:08 pm
Sirius snatched her hand from under her chin and shook his head violently. "Don't you DARE apologize to me! Everything you're feeling is valid! But nothing is going to happen to you! I won't let it!"
It is such an odd thing when a normally deep-voiced young man goes shrill when speaking so passionately, but for Sirius, it just made him seem even more savage and caring. His grip on her fingers was firm, but not painful.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 9:15 pm
"Oh, I know it! This is quite enjoyable for me, too!" When she had finished, Wendy crawled back so that she was facing Remus again and carefully scrutinized her handiwork with one hand thoughtfully placed on her chin. Then she gently took a single strand of hair and moved it to one side. She nodded firmly. "Perfecto!" she said with an Italian accent before wrapping her arms around him and snuggling up to him like an attention-deprived kitten.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 9:29 pm
Hearing Skoba sounding so distressed and upset only made Marketa more afraid. If something could make him, Skoba, who was so very strong and brave, afraid or angry...it really must be bad. She squeezed his hand tightly and hid her eyes in her other hand as her tears only increased even as she mentally calmed down.
Clare came up behind Marketa, continuing to pick out glass, and kissed the top of her daughter's head. She looked at Sirius with silent gratitude. "I will put Ivana to sleep, dite`," she offered.
Remus felt his whole -ness warm with Wendy's cuddlng up to him. He patted her head and wrapped his arms around her. "Do I resemble a Greek God now?" he asked in a far-too serious voice.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 9:35 pm
Sirius jumped out of surprise, despite Claire's voice being so gentle. He handed her the infant and nodded his thanks. Weariness was beginning to creep into his face.
Sirius silently leaned over and softly stroked Marketa's hair. He needed her to pull through this. How could he be happy when she was so sad?
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 9:36 pm
Wendy looked up at him with her brow furrowed as though in confusion. "Resemble? I thought you were one! Remus, God of Sarcasm!" She smirked at him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 10:44 pm
Marketa moved her hand away from her freely streaming eyes. She couldn't stop the tears, but she was alright again. She smiled weakly through her tears as Sirius ran his hand through her hair. She reached out shyly and touched his face, as if to smooth away the lines of weariness there. She looked around the flat, and saw that her parents and Glen had all been preparing themselves for bed, and hadn't seen their suddenl affection. "I'll open up de couch," she said quietly. She wiped at her eyes in a half-hearted effort to stop the flow of moisture, but there was just no help for it. Instead she just hoped she wouldn't get tears all over the pull-out bed in the couch. She put sheets down, and a thick blanket, and used her mother's wand to board up the broken window.
Remus let out a roar of laughter. "Why yes, that would be me, my dear Goddess of Conspicuity!" he declared regally.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 9:51 am
Wendy chuckled. "See? Can't fool me - the Goddess of Conpsicuity sees all!" She did her very best manaical laugh to enhance the statement, but didn't manage to look or sound very menacing - she was simply too small for such.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 9:56 am
Remus laughed at her failed attempt at sounding wicked, and wrapped his arms around her again. I love you. "You are so cute," he said into her hair happily.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 10:04 am
Wendy rubbed her nose up against his. "Oh, I can think of someone who's cuter," she said as she tried not to let his golden-brown eyes melt her heart and failing miserably. I love you, too.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 10:23 am
Remus smiled as he closed his eyes, nuzzling his nose to Wendy's. After he didn't think he could take it anymore, he tipped his head slightly and captured her lips with his. "No chance," he murmured into her lips. His legs felt restricted, folded beneath him, so he stretched out his right leg off to the side, bent at the knobby knee, while the other was still folded under him. Much better.
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