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billthedefender October 13 2006, 05:52:45 UTC
It was breaking his heart. To tell her she had to go, to have to tear himself away from her. But he’d been selfish long enough, he’d kept her here much too long and it wasn’t safe. Hunching over the kitchen bench he could still smell Fenrir and knew he’d be back ( ... )

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elegante_fleur October 13 2006, 06:34:04 UTC
With a slight jump at his voice the picture frame dropped into the case, as she quickly shut the trunk, latching it closed in a flurry. Her wand quickly shrinking and levitating it to the corner of the room.

"Non." She said glancing at him and the jacket quickly. "Non, you keep zat. You'll need somezzing to remind you zat you 'ave a wife." She grounded out the words in anger as her teeth clenched and she drug the hatboxes from the bed. It was true, other than the house itself, which she had decorated with her own hands, it was hard to tell a woman had ever lived there at all. That she had lived there ( ... )

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billthedefender October 13 2006, 10:50:34 UTC
“I could never forget.” Bill’s voice was soft, but hard and almost unrecognisable. The emotions he was keeping bottled up, the pure rage at having one of the only things that mattered removed from his arms. Bill suppressed it, saved it and knew it would be there for the day he came face to face with Fenrir ( ... )

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elegante_fleur October 13 2006, 19:53:39 UTC
She listened to his words with her head bowed, her eyes shifting to the jacket he lay into the crook of her arm. Her insides were boiling and for once she thanked the temper, the blood inside her, because the anger coming to surface was much easier than the pain. She didn't have to feel her heart breaking, or even see Bill as she became blinded with anger ( ... )

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