¤ α н r ¤ (starcrossed) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-02-18 02:25:00

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Will!
Her husband was bound to try to come home eventually, it had been over a week now, and there way no way he had took enough clothes to last him that long. So, that meant all Anneliese had to do was wait for him to come knocking, and then slam the door in his face. Yes, she was waiting for exactly that. No new clothes, not even a step into the house. Nope, nothing. She had reaffirmed this to herself over and over again during the past week, every day letting her anger grow more and more to the point where she didn't even need to think about what had actually happened to get angry, just thinking about how angry she was was enough to get her going. So, yes! She was eagerly waiting.

Well--- maybe not eagerly waiting in the angry sense she wished she could focus on, because apart of her actually missed Will: him not being home meant not talking nor seeing him, leaving the house completely empty which made it increasingly harder to stay mad at every single moment. Of course she missed him, everything in the house was a reminder of him and-- for Merlin's sake, she was going to pop any minute with his baby, if that didn't remind her of him then she didn't know what else would. So, she was---

No. She was angry. Very angry. He didn't trust her judgement for her own son, he thought she was going to be irresponsible with Henry, he believed that she was a horrible mother already. What kind of--- how could he say that? She had more experience in the matter than he did, she had been watching over Aidan for years now! Well--- not as much now since he was much taller and smarter, but the point was she had read all the books and talked to all his sisters at any chance she could get to be ready for this and--- she had never doubted for a moment that he wouldn't be a good enough father, so how was that fair?

Tears began to spring in her eyes as she continued to put away the dinner dishes one at a time. Emmeline had just left, leaving with Anneliese little to do but either read, go to sleep, or try and wait up to see if Will would actually attempt coming home. Wiping her face (and her back hurt so much!), she decided to just clean the dishes. One step at a time. The next would be to get herself to stop crying, though that would be much more of an effort now that she had started.

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willss
2009-02-18 03:09 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't as if Will couldn't get back into his house. He was a fully-fledged auror; if he couldn't break through some wards that his wife had put up, not that Anneliese wasn't a brilliant witch, then---he was in deeper trouble than his wife imagined him to be. Will was perfectly capable of breaking and entering his home (how aurorish was that?), but the fact remained that he was very angry at Anneliese, and didn't feel the need to come home because she obviously didn't need him.

If he was stupid Dedalus Diggle, Will was sure she'd throw the door open wide with open arms. Bloody hell, what was wrong with calling your husband in your time of need? Wasn't that what he was here for? Will could not fathom having anyone else be the one to come to Anneliese's rescue, that he was the one that was supposed to keep her from getting hurt or scared and---out of trouble. She was best friends with two women who were directly connected to the worse case of treachery the Dark Lord had seen; she needed his protection.

Sleeping in Erin and Rafe's living room had hit its amusement point; Erin pregnant was humorous at first, but now the constant morning sickness and ranting at him for messing up the sofa cushions was making him weary. Will found himself trudging through the backyard of his home, their home, and after a few minutes of effort (she must be really angry at him) Will pushed open the door.

Of course it was near the kitchen, and of course he could hear the clanging of dishes in the kitchen, and Will held back a sigh; another fight or a tearful 'where the hell have you been and why didn't you come home?' Really not wanting to be kicked out of his house for much longer, Will entered the kitchen, pulling a slight face at Anneliese before dropping a decently sized brown box on the table and heading toward the refrigerator.

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starcrossed
2009-02-18 11:18 pm UTC (link)

That--- he was--- what--- who did he think---

Anneliese wasn't sure whether she should start screaming angrily or fearfully over the fact that Will had just waltzed right into the kitchen so unceremoniously that it could have been any regular day. A day like they hadn't just spent the week apart, and it wasn't just after dark, and she obviously hadn't been home alone, and-- what, was he a burglar now? How had-- was he serious? You didn't do that! Just--- her fingers clenched her wand (yes, she had heard the door open, but--) by the second, growing tighter with each passing moment where he didn't say anything.

Exactly how was this suppose to--- you didn't just walk right into a house without--- who in their right mind--- Anneliese felt her face start to burn, and her tears from before quickly dry as she felt her chest begin to feel almost nauseated. Was he-- what was--- her eyes shot between him and the package (what was it? No doubt something equally nauseated to how he was acting) on the table, calculating what to start with first.

She couldn't even--- it seemed very challenging, then, to pry her fingers off from her wand for some reason. Not that she desired to physically attack him with it (but attack him along other lines, perhaps yes), just that-- well... oh, for fuck's sake, what did she care? He was the one that thought she was a horrible mother, so--- he had just broke into their house! Her house! That wasn't--

It would be a lot easier to understand and analyze if she wasn't so ridiculously pregnant.

"You---!" Anneliese started, but quickly realized that her mouth was moving much faster than her brain and had no idea what she wanted to say next. There was too much! Where to begin? There wasn't a place to begin, it was one big circle of anger and--- now paranoia because she had no idea what he was doing and--- "You can't do that!" she sputtered out finally, eyes widening slightly with every word.

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willss
2009-02-19 06:28 am UTC (link)

Will pulled out of the fridge, pulling off the top of a pumpkin--muffin. At least that's what he assumed it to be. He was pretty sure that there hadn't been another vegetable---oh, oh excuse him. A pumpkin was a fruit, it was one of the most commonly confused fruits in society, didn't you know? Will did. Will knew everything about pumpkins. If someone came up with it, he would bet that Anneliese wasn't growing a baby in that belly of hers, but a pumpkin.

Which would be ridiculously hard to explain, but he wouldn't be too surprised.

"That's for you," he grumbled through the food in his mouth, gesturing toward the box on the table. It was supposed to be delivered a few days ago (more precisely, on Valentine's day), but seeing as he and his wife weren't on any sort of speaking terms, Will thought it best to keep her gift away from her. Because two could play the stubborn game. Will smirked and shut the fridge, eying Anneliese as if challenging her to the next move. He knew, deep down, that this was one of their...not so pleasant moments, but that in time they'd be back to normal. Sure, they'd have a baby in the house which was going to drive everyone mad, but--they would be normal soon.

He hoped. And prayed. But she didn't need to know that.

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starcrossed
2009-02-19 07:20 am UTC (link)

She just wanted to slam the refrigerator door in his face. Or his back. Any part of his body would do. Anneliese honestly didn't care to specify at this point, just as long as he managed to feel some form of pain from a large piece of metal banging into him. How did he think that he could just walk right in here (break in! break in!), and then rummage around (steal! stealing!) for food like--- like--- what the hell? What was wrong with him? Who just--- he was effectively just ignoring her and going about on his merry way.

What the-- this was--- Anneliese couldn't even begin to explain how her body began to give off a peculiar feeling, like she was practically ready to explode with anger any second. Who did he think he was? And when had acting like this ever gotten him anything, because Anneliese most definitely had never felt this way with him than now.

She most certainly did not care that the box on the table was for her! Anneliese's eyes narrowed even more at him as he spoke, and she barely refrained from screaming (among other things...) as she caught a smirk run across his face. A smirk! Was he--- no, she was not going to open it nor accept it, not matter what the thing was in the box. It could be a for all she cared, Anneliese would not more a budge to show that she even wanted to acknowledge it.

So--- no. She crossed her arms over her chest, choosing to say nothing and continue to glare. Not that she had nothing to say, no no that wasn't the case at all. It was just very important to wait for the right time to use them. She had had weeks to think, and Emmeline, Juliet and Ellie to help as well.

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willss
2009-02-20 06:20 am UTC (link)

A bit of his muffin broke apart, and Will held it close to his mouth and was able to catch the fallen part before it dropped to the ground. He stared at Anneliese as he chewed, trying to look completely unfazed. Part of him was, because he knew he wasn't at fault. Will was very logical that way; he knew that he hadn't helped the fight and their tempers, but he definitely had not started any of this. In fact, they had their fight in writing (they should really not be allowed to communicate over those blasted journals), if she wanted to go back and retrace the supposed evidence proving his fault.

Finishing his muffin, Will tossed the wrapper into the trash and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, all the while staring directly at Anneliese. It was a strange feeling, not having seen your wife in days and suddenly looking at her. The image of her would be a lot more appealing were she not trying to murder him with her eyes, but he was still glad to see her in some recesses of his mind. Will loved Anneliese more than any other person in the world, he valued her above it all, but when she was being a pain in the ass, he had no problem letting her know it.

Will huffed, a bit out of frustration, and maybe slightly to mimic his wife, and crossed his arms over his chest in a tightly similar manner to Anneliese's. Two could definitely play this game.

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starcrossed
2009-02-20 06:50 am UTC (link)

There were not efficient enough words to describe how angry she felt. There weren't, because no other person could have possibly felt the way that Anneliese did right now than before now. It actually made her head want to explode. She did not want him here, she did not find any of this amusing, and--- he was still ignoring her! Oh no, how silly of her--- he had now turned to mock her instead, such a greatly accepted difference! Did he think that this was funny? Just absolutely hilarious? That was why he was acting like this? He thought the future of her child (Henry was no longer his anymore, just like how she was taking away the middle name) was something to smirk about?

Abhor! That was somewhere to start-- she could not abhor him anymore at this moment than anyone--- ever. Well maybe not ever, because Fabian had gotten pretty close to--- Will was getting dangerously close to the Fabian level. Which was--- she couldn't---

Anneliese suddenly let out an exasperated shriek, her hands balling into fists as she threw them to her sides. This was beyond bearable, she was not going to stand here as her whole body ached and watch Will act like-- like--- a smug three year old. She was too tired, too upset, and too muddled to subject herself to this any longer. So Anneliese drew herself up, her face puffing up severely before speaking.

"Pompous--- complete--- BOVINE!" she screeched, throwing her hands back with every word. This was-- no, no, she was leaving-- the room, the house, the country, it didn't matter just as long as she could have a space to breathe. Almost like an oversized dragon--- that now had tears forming again--- Anneliese pushed her way to the doorway.

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willss
2009-02-20 06:59 am UTC (link)

Oh, for fuck's sake---

Will let her pass before turning quickly to follow Anneliese out of the room, head dropped back in exasperation. What, what was she mad about? What! He hadn't done a thing but offer his help, shouldn't she want her husband to offer her help? Maybe next time she wants him to do something, he'll say no and let her be and---

"Anneliese," Will let out, continuing behind her. He really, really just wanted to lie down in his bed. That was all he wanted, to be honest. Having Anneliese there with him and not wanting to murder him would be a very good, added bonus, but Will was quite sure that he wasn't going to get that any time soon. He had to take what he could get. "Anneliese, what, what the hell are you so mad about?"

He wasn't completely stubborn; he'd checked the journal comments to see if he'd said anything ridiculously mean, or, well---had meant to be terrible when he'd written down the words. Most of the things...no, not really, he hadn't said anything that he thought to be so horrible that she should lock him out of the house for a week (more!), so what. The. Fuck. From his point of view, she had just stared yelling at him and being nasty to him because of the false labor, which sent him back around in a circle of how she'd refused his help.

Did she just not want him around anymore?

Will stopped in the middle of the living room, hands up in confusion and his face full of disbelief. He really didn't fucking know why she was mad at him, in fact he should be mad at her, because she obviously didn't find him fit to take care of her or their baby. "Just---what!"

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starcrossed
2009-02-20 07:39 am UTC (link)

She just wanted to sleep. And lay down--- even sitting down would do at this point. Being this angry for so long was tiring and energy consuming, and for a moment Anneliese felt herself deflate into wanting to just give up. What was the point, he obviously didn't think that she could change, and so knew what he was talking about, so---

What. What. Anneliese stopped where she stood, her shoulders scrunching up to her neck as she felt her eyes begin to twitch slightly. He didn't even know? She had thought her head felt like it was going to explode just a few minutes ago.... well that didn't compare to how it felt now. Her head was honestly exploding. In the process of. Continuing for what seemed like forever.

Whirling on her heels, Anneliese decided to completely ignore the look on Will's face as the anger flared back to life. Resting, obviously, wasn't going to happen anytime soon. "I--- are you---" she spazzed, eyes blinking furiously as she tried to brush away the tears forming and stop herself from seeing complete red.

"--- Because---" He was not allowed to look at her like that, she was the angry one, and he was the one who had chosen to agree to not being home and stay away and-- Anneliese felt her chest begin to shudder as full-fledged tears began to stream down her face. "You---" she sobbed, and her hands went to face.

"--- think I'm a--- hor--- horr--- horrible---" Calming herself down was something of impossible at this point, and Anneliese wouldn't have stopped herself even if she wanted to. "-- mother!"

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willss
2009-02-20 11:10 pm UTC (link)

Stunned, she'd completely stunned him. Will dropped his hands to his side, staring over at his wife in complete shock and confusion. She thought---what? He'd never said anything like that! All he'd done was try to defend himself and his status as a good husband, never did it cross his mind that Anneliese was being a bad mother. A bad wife maybe, and even then he couldn't blame her for her overreaction--if he thought he was about to give birth, he would probably be causing a scene too.

And asking a whole lot of questions about what he, a male, would be giving birth, but that was a whole other story.

"I! Anneliese! I don't think you're a horrible mother!" he let out quickly, taking a step forward but deciding against going any closer. She looked actually ready to kill him now, and Will knew that if someone had questioned his fathering skills, he'd be more than ready to let them know he highly disagreed. "I'd never think that, I would never---I wouldn't know what to do without you and---"

He shook his head, putting his hand to his hair in frustration. Will dropped his hands again, feeling ridiculous. How had he managed to make her think that? Will fiddled with the small box in his pocket, another small gift he had for her, and thought how bloody ironic it was. "No wonder you think I'm a bad husband."

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starcrossed
2009-02-21 06:45 am UTC (link)

What?

Anneliese watched Will carefully (as carefully as she could through her tears), unsure of what he was actually saying. He didn't think--? Did that mean--- wait. Within a few minutes she was able to stop herself from crying, now only giving the occasional sniffle. Was he lying? Just to get her to stop? But-- no, he wouldn't do that. There was a reason behind why they actually got married, after all, because they trusted each other, and of course she loved him, so.

She didn't understand. Because--- how could something like that come out of nowhere? It just didn't, which meant... a lot of things Anneliese wasn't really sure she wanted to get into. And--- a large frown formed on her face, and her hands clung to her clothing. She never thought he was-- okay, no that was a lie, just once it had crossed her mind during one of her many rant sessions with Emmeline but that had quickly turned into the conclusion that he was just being mean. Not that---

"I didn't---" she choked, her hands letting go of the sides of her shirt to move over her stomach. Her huge stomach. Who was probably hating her right now because she had been so emotional the last week that her head hadn't ceased to stop swimming, which meant that the baby felt the way she felt and---

"That's not---" Quickly, the tears returned, but this time for yet another reason. She was just constantly screwing this up, wasn't she? Being pregnant was suppose to be a happy time, with wonderful decisions and excitement and... all she felt was confusion, anxiety, and anger half the time. Or hungry.

Anneliese took a step forward to him, but stopped as she noticed that she still hadn't said anything to counter what he was saying. Of course he would be a good father, and he was a good husband, so there was no reason why Will should be thinking that. She opened her mouth again, attempting to say what she was thinking. "Don't-- I don't think--- you're not--"

Oh--- oh. Oh. Seemingly out of nowhere, Anneliese felt her abdomen begin to gnaw in pain, and instinctively she doubled over slightly with her hands over her stomach. Was this--- how could--- holy shit, why was this happening now! "--- I have to sit down."

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willss
2009-02-24 06:39 am UTC (link)

Terrified could not even begin to explain what was rushing through Will's body. He had seen death, he had caused death, but the sight of his wife in pain, of Anneliese in pain made his heart stop and his muscles lock and freeze in a constricting stupor. Will let out a strangled kind of sound before immediately rushing forward, grabbing Anneliese by the elbows to help steer her to the nearest seat, couch, something.

"Are you---pains? Again---okay." Will shut his mouth into a tight line, recalling what the healers had said during their last hospital visit (when Anneliese wasn't speaking or looking at him). Breathing, breathing was very important. Will and Anneliese, they'd never been very good at breathing, so this was going to prove to be challenging.

Will knelt down at Anneliese's side, making sure his hold on her was strong, but not overwhelming; he was going to be here this time, and he wasn't going to let her send him away again.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" he said in a soft tone, attempting to keep her gaze. He'd forgotten to tell her to breathe, but that might be because he was silently prompting himself to do so, in and out--

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