He felt a blossoming urge to laugh as they snuck out around the barn – for all the stooping and ducking in the world, Elias was glad it was dark outside because his tall frame wasn’t exactly discreet. Daff had known the first desire on his lips before he had so much as needed to say it – when they broke apart, he could feel his heart on its slow climb back down to a resting rate.
“Well, if you’re ready...” Elias breathed, and gestured to the Portkey waiting for them. He was ready, more than ready; he took her hand as they took the Portkey, and didn’t let it go until they had boarded the ferry, the channel lit by moonlight and the other passengers flitting around, hardly noticeable to him – he was too conscious of Daffodil beside him now for his attention to fully drift anywhere else. But, just waiting for the minutes to pass, he sketched out the outline of the honeymoon: the first days in the country gardens of northern France; a brief stop at the Swiss lakes; a day in Belgium botanical gardens and arboretum on the way to the Netherlands, where the first tulips of the season would be blooming.
But, for tonight: they had disembarked and arrived at the rural house, luggage already floo’d ahead and waiting inside. The shutters were closed and the cottage gardens darkened, only rustling in the breeze. “It’ll look like more in the morning, I’m sure,” he murmured, apologetic, as he let them in. It was warm inside though the lamplight had been left to low, casting shadows on the wall – and Elias was thinking of nothing but their now-uninterrupted solitude, even from the moment he pulled the door closed after them. He considered Daff now, trying to look calmer than he felt; just in case her mood had changed on the way and it all felt strange or daunting now, now there was no one else around them. “How do you feel?”
“Well, if you’re ready...” Elias breathed, and gestured to the Portkey waiting for them. He was ready, more than ready; he took her hand as they took the Portkey, and didn’t let it go until they had boarded the ferry, the channel lit by moonlight and the other passengers flitting around, hardly noticeable to him – he was too conscious of Daffodil beside him now for his attention to fully drift anywhere else. But, just waiting for the minutes to pass, he sketched out the outline of the honeymoon: the first days in the country gardens of northern France; a brief stop at the Swiss lakes; a day in Belgium botanical gardens and arboretum on the way to the Netherlands, where the first tulips of the season would be blooming.
But, for tonight: they had disembarked and arrived at the rural house, luggage already floo’d ahead and waiting inside. The shutters were closed and the cottage gardens darkened, only rustling in the breeze. “It’ll look like more in the morning, I’m sure,” he murmured, apologetic, as he let them in. It was warm inside though the lamplight had been left to low, casting shadows on the wall – and Elias was thinking of nothing but their now-uninterrupted solitude, even from the moment he pulled the door closed after them. He considered Daff now, trying to look calmer than he felt; just in case her mood had changed on the way and it all felt strange or daunting now, now there was no one else around them. “How do you feel?”
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