Day Twenty-Two: Sulk If I Want To
Who: Tonks, open
Where: Beach
When: Early afternoon
Rating: B
Invasion: Yesh
Status: Open, Ongoing
Summary: Newp
Tonks was sulking a bit, sitting on the beach with her arms propped up on her legs, chin resting on her forearms, dark eyes gazing out into the water.. She'd said she was all right with it, but that was before she'd had the dubious pleasure of stumbling on - or past, rather, since she'd skittered by decently quickly - Remus and Tristan on her way to the cafeteria. She'd paused a full few moments to watch them before pulling her eyes from that particular event and scampering into the caf, appetite decently lost. Afterward, she'd just picked at her food and mulled it over.
But she'd known, hadn't she? That he was with someone else here. And that wasn't her Remus in any case, rather a younger incarnation of him. Didn't make it hurt any less or help her stomach to feel less queasy. Jealousy. Since when had she been a jealous woman? Shaking her head, she buried it in her arms. She wasn't going to cry, but it was a close thing. Swallowing hard, she tried to push the whole ruddy event from her mind. After all, this wasn't what she was here for.
Where: Beach
When: Early afternoon
Rating: B
Invasion: Yesh
Status: Open, Ongoing
Summary: Newp
Tonks was sulking a bit, sitting on the beach with her arms propped up on her legs, chin resting on her forearms, dark eyes gazing out into the water.. She'd said she was all right with it, but that was before she'd had the dubious pleasure of stumbling on - or past, rather, since she'd skittered by decently quickly - Remus and Tristan on her way to the cafeteria. She'd paused a full few moments to watch them before pulling her eyes from that particular event and scampering into the caf, appetite decently lost. Afterward, she'd just picked at her food and mulled it over.
But she'd known, hadn't she? That he was with someone else here. And that wasn't her Remus in any case, rather a younger incarnation of him. Didn't make it hurt any less or help her stomach to feel less queasy. Jealousy. Since when had she been a jealous woman? Shaking her head, she buried it in her arms. She wasn't going to cry, but it was a close thing. Swallowing hard, she tried to push the whole ruddy event from her mind. After all, this wasn't what she was here for.