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a picture's worth a thousand words

Nov 29, 2007 17:08

Today, Bill was 26 years old. He'd been trying not to think about how it made him that much closer to thirty. It really didn't bother him all that much, except in the sense that he was growing older without his family nearby. Birthdays seemed to really bring to mind how much he missed his parents, his sister, and the rest of his brothers. Fred and ( Read more... )

eostre, bill weasley, anita blake, item post, abby sciuto

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ab_executioner November 30 2007, 01:39:09 UTC

With Halloween, and Freddy receiving an ear, Anita was sort of primed to listen for such outbursts. It wasn't as if she thought about it, but the moment she heard the voice it was hard not to know that it was likely the Island was up to something again. She was really getting tired of this. It was one thing to mess with them maybe once a month, that she could handle, mostly, but things seemed to be coming one right after the other and it was taxing her goals to try and be more patient. She really wanted someone to tell off.

"Bill, what is it?" She stood in the doorway watching his reactions carefully.

red_ponytail November 30 2007, 06:18:29 UTC

Bill looked up as Anita spoke, his expression unreadable. "This is what I would look like right now if I hadn't come to the island," he said simply, holding the photo out to her.

ab_executioner November 30 2007, 14:55:58 UTC

She was quite familiar with scars from magical attacks. "What kind of creature did it?" She asked softly, but she was certain she already knew. A were of some kind was the safest bet, but she thought that maybe she knew exactly which one.

red_ponytail November 30 2007, 16:50:47 UTC

"A werewolf," he replied, "called Fenrir Greyback. He wasn't transformed at the time, though, so I didn't become one."

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flowers_on_skin November 30 2007, 04:28:13 UTC

Eostre walked into the rec-room with both of the twins balanced carefully in her arms and made a bee-line for the couch.

When she saw Bill's familiar face, she smiled, as she began the complicated manouver of getting both girls down and propped up with cushions.

"Hello, handsome Uncle Bill."

red_ponytail November 30 2007, 06:22:28 UTC

Bill looked up from the picture, still stunned by what it had shown him, but he couldn't help but smile crookedly at the sight of Eostre and her girls.

"Hello, lovely Eostre and little ones," he replied before moving to help her get the babies settled, thinking it was rather ironic she'd chose that particular adjective to describe him at that moment. "How are we all today?"

flowers_on_skin November 30 2007, 08:20:17 UTC

She couldn't help but smile, at the easy way that he handled the girls, and the way that Flora smiled at him.

"We are lamenting a general lack of cake," said Eostre. "Well. I am."

She reached up and smoothed a strand of hair back from Bill's face.

And how are you?"

red_ponytail November 30 2007, 18:06:18 UTC

"Maybe someone should do something about that, then," Bill said, before leaning over to press a kiss to Eostre's and each of the girls' foreheads in turn.

"I'm all right," he replied. "Just got a bit of a shock, but fine otherwise."

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abbysciuto December 1 2007, 05:48:02 UTC

The rec room was the last bastion of the incorrigibly hopeless. For example, there was Abby...again...trying to get something useful out of the bookshelf...again.

She looked up and smiled when Bill walked in, but he didn't seem to notice her. He pulled something off of his bass and stared at it, then cursed.

"I'm guessing that's not something you wanted to see, Birthdy Coffee Guy," she noted simply.

red_ponytail December 1 2007, 06:12:14 UTC

Bill looked up from the photo with a jerk of his head, startled. He'd not even realised Abby was in the room. "Not exactly," he said, holding out the photo to her. "If I'd never come to the island, that's what I'd look like right now," he said, by way of explanation.

abbysciuto December 1 2007, 21:59:32 UTC

She walked over and looked at the picture, but didn't let her face change. It wasn't pretty, but she'd seen worse. Not that she should probably mention that at this point, of course.

"I see. That looks like...a big cat maybe? Or a wolf. Yeah, gotta be a wolf, the claw marks aren't feline enough," she mused, then realized that maybe she shouldn't have said that.

"Sorry. My relatives are big hunter people. You pick stuff up."

red_ponytail December 2 2007, 06:24:39 UTC

"It's ok," Bill replied. "It was a wolf, of sorts - a werewolf, to be specific."

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