[Snogging and coddling and doting in all the ways Fred's always been because there are so few things in this world more precious than his younger siblings. Like everything else about the man, it's an unconventional love, sometimes bordering on the awful, but it's love. It's Fred's love, and Merlin does he love them.
Which was fine while he was alive, because he was there for it, but now that he's not? Now that he's dead and gone and all that's left are memories and things unsaid? He wonders. He worries and he fears, that somewhere deep down, in those places no one ever speaks of - that maybe Fred has failed them. Maybe those memories are unpleasant ones and those things unsaid left a bitter taste in the mouth, leaving only an unspoken hatred. All confidence and nonchalance but Fred's fears are boundless.
And then there's Ginny. Ever the loving baby sister, and she washes all of that away with a bit of cheek and a smile. Ron's gone, and Fred loathed the idea that his last moments with him are teasing about his dance with Hermione at Bill's wedding, but that's his love, right? And Ginny's said that's okay, that's enough and that's right. Those things unsaid - how much he adores the git, how worried he's always been and how proud he is - they don't need said, right? 'cause he's got to know. He's got to have seen it in every tease, every grin, every time he's barged into his room just to flop on his bed in the thick of things to annoy him. Ron has to know, and if he doesn't?
Well, the next time he comes 'round (not if because he will, because he has to), Fred'll be holding on and he won't be letting go. In the meanwhile, maybe it's a good thing he has no need to breathe, because the hug Ginny'll be receiving upon her arrival will be a monstrous one with a bit of unnecessary squeezing. Because that's just how he shows his love.]
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Date: 2011-11-09 01:26 am (UTC)[Snogging and coddling and doting in all the ways Fred's always been because there are so few things in this world more precious than his younger siblings. Like everything else about the man, it's an unconventional love, sometimes bordering on the awful, but it's love. It's Fred's love, and Merlin does he love them.
Which was fine while he was alive, because he was there for it, but now that he's not? Now that he's dead and gone and all that's left are memories and things unsaid? He wonders. He worries and he fears, that somewhere deep down, in those places no one ever speaks of - that maybe Fred has failed them. Maybe those memories are unpleasant ones and those things unsaid left a bitter taste in the mouth, leaving only an unspoken hatred. All confidence and nonchalance but Fred's fears are boundless.
And then there's Ginny. Ever the loving baby sister, and she washes all of that away with a bit of cheek and a smile. Ron's gone, and Fred loathed the idea that his last moments with him are teasing about his dance with Hermione at Bill's wedding, but that's his love, right? And Ginny's said that's okay, that's enough and that's right. Those things unsaid - how much he adores the git, how worried he's always been and how proud he is - they don't need said, right? 'cause he's got to know. He's got to have seen it in every tease, every grin, every time he's barged into his room just to flop on his bed in the thick of things to annoy him. Ron has to know, and if he doesn't?
Well, the next time he comes 'round (not if because he will, because he has to), Fred'll be holding on and he won't be letting go. In the meanwhile, maybe it's a good thing he has no need to breathe, because the hug Ginny'll be receiving upon her arrival will be a monstrous one with a bit of unnecessary squeezing. Because that's just how he shows his love.]