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[thecoolone]

The thing that takes him by surprise, he realises, is how exquisite Fleur's movements are. Whether or not she tries -- whether or not the effort is conscious -- she's so graceful. Like a dancer, like a feather, like a wisp of smoke, and her silvery tresses span out over the pillow like spun flax.

Even when she sleeps, she's full of poise.

Bill lies by her side, watching: it's a fabulous temptation to reach over and stroke her skin but he doesn't. He doesn't want to disturb her because she looks to be dreaming. Her brow furrows slightly, then smooths out and in her sleep she smiles quietly and lets out the tiniest of giggles.

It's a precious moment for him, and he's so very happy that she's here by his side.

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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur murmurs in her sleep. She is dreaming of Paris again, and her cousin has just tripped the tadpole bucket trap on her own head. Squirmy squirmy things!*

*And she rolls herself onto her stomach, arm thrown over Bill's hips.*