Damien's Days

[.VICTOIRE GABRIELLE WEASLEY !]

INFO;; So, to get my muse going, I had Ally give me some prompts, and I gave myself five minutes to write up something in response to it. Because of the time limit, they are far from perfect. Enjoy.

BIRTHDAY:

“Vivi.”

“Dey…” she groaned as she curled up under the blankets more comfortably and made no move to get up from her place.

Damien half-smiled before he shook her shoulder again to try to wake her from sleep. “Come on, Vivianne. You just have to get up a bit. I’ll carry you, even.”

Vivianne pulled the covers over her head and refused to move. Damien sighed, gave a small smile, and did the only thing he could find that might work. He picked her up, blankets and all, and didn’t let her protests phase him as he carried her out of the bedroom and out of the flat. He sat on one of the chairs on their small balcony and sat her on his lap.

“Vivi, it’s going to be gone before you know it. Just open your eyes…”

Vivianne groaned and poked her head out of the blanket. “What am I looking at?”

Damien laughed and kissed the top of her head. “The sun, love. Happy birthday.”


DAUGHTER AND CANDY:

“Is there anywhere you wanted to go while we’re out, sweetheart?”

“Mama! Daddy! Let’s go to the candy shop!”

“Damien, do you really think that’s the best place for her to go? She’ll just rot her teeth…”

“Mama!”

“Come on, Vivianne. I know you can’t resist the chocolate. You go ahead of Mama and Daddy. We’ll meet you inside.”

“Okay, Daddy! Bye, Mama!”

“I… we’ll see you soon, love.”

“See? Let her have her sugar and fun.”

“You’re only letting her in so you can get some more sugar quills for work.”

“You know me too well, darling.”

SCARS:

Damien’s breath caught in his throat, and he suddenly found it hard to talk. His fingers froze on her stomach, and he felt her take in a deep breath in response. She knew what he had stopped at, even if she didn’t want to look at him or talk about it. His fingers moved slowly over the white lines that ran across her stomach as he tried to count them. Some looked distinctly newer than others, and it broke his heart.

“Vivianne?”

She left a long pause before her voice came up, surprisingly clear. “Yes, Damien?” Leave it to Vivianne to be the one to always have the calm and expected answer to something like this. Everything was ‘yes, Damien?’ whether she was in trouble, flirting, anything.

“I…” Damien leaned over the extra few inches to kiss a line on her stomach carefully just as she had kissed his back not so terribly long ago. How could she do this to herself? How could she not see that she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen? How could she not see that each of the scars running across her stomach hurt him as if she had put them on him? Damien had to look up to see her wide-eyed expression that meant that she didn’t know what to expect. “Promise me,” he finally croaked.

“What?” Vivi asked in barely a whisper.

“You’ll never do it again. No matter what happens. I can’t…” Damien closed his eyes for a second and opened them again to focus on her. “I can’t watch you do this to yourself anymore. I’ll… I’ll do anything.” He wasn’t one to cry, but he could feel the hot feeling that had come when he had awful nightmares about his father doing everything imaginable to people he loved and when his mother died. Couldn’t she see how beautiful she was, at least to him? Couldn’t she see what this did to him, watching her like this? “Please, Vivianne,” and he didn’t know if he’d ever wanted anything more before.

[damien]

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said with a breathless smile, and kissed him lightly before apparating out of the flat.

He frowned, moving to flop down onto the couch in front of the telly. Leaning his head back, Damien found himself staring aimlessly at the ceiling with no energy to even pick up the remote. He wasn’t going to see Vivi again until tomorrow at the ceremony, and while it wasn’t the first time they had went a night without sleeping in the same bed, it had been the first time in a while. Not to mention, not having her to sleep with the night before their wedding was going to kill him. When he was restless and nervous, what made him feel better? Hugging Vivianne.

“Pull yourself together, Inglebee. You’ll be fine,” Dey muttered to himself, rolling off of the couch and moving to the bathroom, getting ready for bed early.

Four hours later, midnight, and he was still staring at the ceiling, unable to get his mind to shut up so he could sleep. Vivi wasn't here to hold, wasn't here to whisper to, wasn't here so he could watch her face shine in the moonlight from the partially opened curtains. He felt even more restless than usual, and with his thoughts on the wedding that was in less than twenty four hours, he wondered if he would sleep for ten minutes. Why had she insisted on being a 'normal couple' now, when he needed her most to rest? He couldn't go to the wedding with pale skin and circles under his eyes, yeah?

Groaning, Dey turned onto his side, glaring at the wall, wishing he would feel at least a little bit tired. Anything would be better than this wide-awake feeling, and the feeling of his mind running as alertly as it would in the morning. He had no choice but to give in and think about what his mind wanted; the wedding.

It would be small, and he didn't mind, although he feared Vivi secretly did. Quaint, private, very much like them. Vivianne's father would walk her down the aisle, and he would take her onto his arm and they would say 'I do' and share that kiss. He was missing parts, he knew, but he couldn't care. Those were the important things; her happiness, the marriage confirmation, and their first kiss as a husband and wife. It would be the most amazing night of his life, made even better that it would fall on the anniversary of the first day they met.

Dey smiled at these thoughts, and instead of thinking of how nervous he was that something would go wrong, or that he would wake up from this dream, he turned his mind to their first meeting. Of every good memory they had since then. Damien thought of the first time they kissed, the first time they made love, the first time she told him 'I love you'. His mind thought of the day she came back, the day they finally stitched things back together, and the day he proposed and she said yes.

Three hours later and he finally yawned, feeling exhaustion finally take over. He felt happy, content now, and he had managed to keep nervous thoughts at bay. The nerves were still there, and he was still restless, but Damien thought sleep might come now. Thinking about Viv so much was almost as good as being with her.

Not long now until they were Mr. and Mrs. Inblebee.

"Vivi," he whispered to the window, where the moonlight shone through. Reaching out, Dey traced the shape of her head that was permantly indented into his pillow, and found himself smiling fondly, sleepily. "What did I do to deserve you?"
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Miles away, Vivi turned over with a tiny smile on her face.

[.VICTOIRE GABRIELLE WEASLEY !]

It's too much. NEWTs are coming, and she'll never be ready, and none of them will leave her alone now that she lets Damien walk her to class and kiss her in front of them every day. It's too much to deal with. She just wants to be alone and scream or do anything to make herself feel any better. With a flash she remembers that Damien has Runes this period. She has a free one, one all to herself. Vivi grabs her bag and goes for an empty classroom just so she's somewhere that she's sure to be alone.

As soon as she's through the door, a flash of silver comes out and glides smoothly across her pale skin. Her shoulders relax. She can fill her lungs for a deep breath. Everything is much simpler and nicer with the warm feeling of blood at her arm and the slight sting from the blade. Vivianne can breathe again. It feels so good to go back to it; she had forgotten how much it could help when the rest of the world bothered her.

Vivianne sighs again at the sting as a door opens behind her. Startled, she turns around, the knife still at her arm to see the pair of eyes she wants to see least at this moment. Damien is just standing there, seemingly unable to even tell what he's seeing. Vivianne drops the knife beside her and tries to hide the red behind her where it won't be seen.

"I - I thought you had Runes..." she starts to say in as casual of a voice as she can.

Before she has time to react, time to blink, he's across the room and crushing her smaller body against his. She struggles against him, her arms caught between them and unable to move. He's too strong for her to be any fight against. "Don't - don't touch me," she tries to say as he hugs her tightly and buries his face in her hair. The hot, annoying feeling of tears come to her eyes and her struggling becomes less as the seconds pound on. Vivianne stills, her sobs going into his shirt with a red slash across it from her arm.

Damien doesn't let her go and starts to rock her back and forth. "Vivianne..."

She replies with another sob, so he hugs her tightly and doesn't say anything for awhile.

[.Vivianne Catherine Flint !]

Vivianne had never understood why Damien had wanted to get his permits. She had absolutely no interest in being behind the wheel of some car that could go as fast as a train on a road. On roads there were things to hit! Besides, they could apparate. What use would they have for a car that would only sit by their house and cost money? He had been insistent, however, so she let him do what he wanted. He would be the one paying for the permits and gas and everything that the car would need to run. She would have no part in it. She would certainly not learn how to drive the death machine.

Damien had been thrilled when he brought the car home. He said something about it being a great price and wanted to show it off. To her, it had looked much like any other car she saw. They all looked about the same and sounded the same. They all made a lot of noise and seemed to be mostly for show. He had been so happy, though, so she tried to play the part and look interested.

It was a good enough looking car. He turned it on, and the engine would roar to life just like the others one she had seen zoom by on the road ways when they were walking around London. It was blue, and she could never remember the name of what kind it was. The roof came down, though, and he was determined to get her in for a drive one day. Vivianne had no interest in getting in the car, but did not feel as if she could really say that to him when he was so excited about it. So, she would make excuses to walk or use floo or apparate to get anywhere they had to be.

She knew, though, that she would have to cave at some point. He was too pleased with his car to let her put it off forever. So when he told her that he had gotten tickets for a drive-in movie it seemed to be as good of a time as any. They would ride to the place and watch the movie in the car. It was Thursday night, anyhow, movie night for them.

“Are you sure it’s safe, Damien?” she asked worriedly, looking down at the seat that was to be hers for the trip there. It was not far, she reasoned with herself. And muggles rode in these things all of the time. Besides, she trusted Damien to be careful, didn’t she? She was being ridiculous. It was only a stupid muggle car.

Damien laughed and turned the key. “Yes. It’s safe, Vivi. Now get in before we’re late.”

Vivianne nodded and opened the door to seat herself. Damien looked over at her, laughed under his breath, and leaned across to strap the belt across her hips. His fingers lingered at her hip a second too long, but they were gone before she had room to comment. She looked up at him, and he kissed her lightly. “You’ll be fine, baby.”

She nodded again when he backed the car out of the drive and down the road. The wind threw her hair back much more quickly than she realized it could. Her first instinct was to grab at her hair and keep it from flying out around her. He glanced over at her but turned quickly back to the road. Her hair slipped between her fingers and did not seem to care that she wished it would not fly everywhere. The car was moving awfully fast and everything was zipping by her and...

Vivianne reached her hands up against the air rushing by to give it a chance. Once she tried not to be scared, it was very easy to like the car more than she thought she would.

Once they were there, Vivianne had a hard time figuring out why she had not liked the idea of cars. They were fast and the air rushed by your ears with a nice whistle, and it was so much nicer than the squeezing feeling of apparation.

She farther liked that cars were close enough without always being close. Once the movie came on, Damien tugged on her hand and pulled her over to sit on his lap. She giggled again, this time against his neck, and let herself be pulled against him. Her head rested comfortably in the perfect place at his shoulder. Vivi closed her eyes, sighed, and interlaced their fingers. Damien moved his other hand through her hair in the way he knew made her smile lazily. Her other hand drew random shapes against the jeans at his knee. Vivianne reacted against his neck when the rest of the audience laughed and nuzzled her nose against the skin there at other times.

Damien was very glad he had bought a car.

If Vivi had been asked about what happened in the movie, she would not have had the faintest idea of what to say. It did not matter what the couple on the screen had done, however. She would remember the feeling of his fingers at her scalp. She could remember the smell of new leather from the seats. Damien could remember the soft little giggles she made when a breeze moved her hair. He could remember how the shock of nerves went through him when she laughed at a joke from the screen.

They would not remember anything about the movie when Ada asked them the next morning with a smirk, but it didn’t matter. They remembered why they liked the noisy and dirty car in their driveway for rides to nowhere.