RP/OWL: A Tiny Sunshine
Characters: Percy Weasley, George Weasley
Location: Respective
Date: April 3rd, 2000
Status/Warning: Private
Summary: Percy owls George to let him know where the wedding will be.
Completion: complete
George,
Heads up--Cho and I will be staying at Dunsley Hall in Whitby. The ceremony will be at 2:30 Saturday on the beach, nothing fancy, just bring yourself and maybe a bottle of wine. See you there.
Percy
Nimble fingers folded the letter and handed it to Hermes, watching the bird go as though the next time he saw the sleek pale feathers there would be something inexoriably different. The whole flat felt as though it were on the verge of some great transformation, the energy stemming from a few packed bags and their owners. It scared him that two people had that ability...to change a place to utterly, transmogrify...vessels moving from place to place, in and out of each other until there was room enough for everything that the names "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley" signified. The transition was a quiet now, in that space. Quiet in the way they smiled to themselves and each other and kissed in the hallway. Quiet in the way they danced and hummed, but loud in the way that secrets always were.
Loud in the way the mind imagined thunder as a storm rolled in over the ocean, and the water seemed all that more eager to break and soak into the sandy shore. Loud like the silence he was bracing himself for. Happily, mind, but still bracing. Because Cho was right, they'd been married for ages, only there hadn't been a word for it. It had been a marriage in degrees. elbows first, then minds and eyes...then a marriage of pains, of tears followed by the most beautiful laughter in it's ability to purify. Then, and only then had it been a marriage of souls, when he knew that life without her wasn't worth living. Like everything with Percy, all of these thoughts had appeared as though he already knew, because of course, of course he knew them, he was Percy. And yet looking back, he somehow always managed to feel surprised.
All Cho's doing, no doubt.
Location: Respective
Date: April 3rd, 2000
Status/Warning: Private
Summary: Percy owls George to let him know where the wedding will be.
Completion: complete
George,
Heads up--Cho and I will be staying at Dunsley Hall in Whitby. The ceremony will be at 2:30 Saturday on the beach, nothing fancy, just bring yourself and maybe a bottle of wine. See you there.
Percy
Nimble fingers folded the letter and handed it to Hermes, watching the bird go as though the next time he saw the sleek pale feathers there would be something inexoriably different. The whole flat felt as though it were on the verge of some great transformation, the energy stemming from a few packed bags and their owners. It scared him that two people had that ability...to change a place to utterly, transmogrify...vessels moving from place to place, in and out of each other until there was room enough for everything that the names "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley" signified. The transition was a quiet now, in that space. Quiet in the way they smiled to themselves and each other and kissed in the hallway. Quiet in the way they danced and hummed, but loud in the way that secrets always were.
Loud in the way the mind imagined thunder as a storm rolled in over the ocean, and the water seemed all that more eager to break and soak into the sandy shore. Loud like the silence he was bracing himself for. Happily, mind, but still bracing. Because Cho was right, they'd been married for ages, only there hadn't been a word for it. It had been a marriage in degrees. elbows first, then minds and eyes...then a marriage of pains, of tears followed by the most beautiful laughter in it's ability to purify. Then, and only then had it been a marriage of souls, when he knew that life without her wasn't worth living. Like everything with Percy, all of these thoughts had appeared as though he already knew, because of course, of course he knew them, he was Percy. And yet looking back, he somehow always managed to feel surprised.
All Cho's doing, no doubt.