Wishlists: Colors Bleed to Red (Charlie/Tonks)
Author: restlessme
Recipient: captainpookey
Title: Colors Bleed to Red
Pairing: Charlie/Tonks
Request: you stole my sweater
Rating: PGish?
Word Count: 284
Author's Notes: Really sorry that I managed to make your prompt into an angsty one, but I simply love the genre! Hope I did this pairing justice.
The feeling gnaws at him until he's in shreds; kept together with the thinnest thread. His gut threatens to empty itself of everything he's ever consumed, till he is but shell of former self.
Face is impossibly blank, he doesn't even understand emotions at this point; never has and now never will.
Hand shakes slightly as he brushes back thick brown curls, wet with sweat and something red that makes his gut twist.
It wasn't supposed to happen like this, wasn't supposed to happen at all.
He's found her...found her all alone and she shouldn't ever be alone.
He laughs, laughs so hard that tears spill down his cheek and choke him.
This is all his fault. Spare hand wipes at his face, struggles to remove all evidence.
He should have protected her better, been her eyes and ears; instead he was just a heart it appeared.
Sinks to the ground, rumble digging into his legs; he doesn't feel a thing.
He's not sure he'll ever feel anymore.
It's ironic he finds, hand splayed across thin sweater that she drowns in.
"Give it back Nymphadora," he teased watching the pink - haired girl turn slowly.
She draped the article of clothing across her robes, striking a saucy pose.
He thinks he wants to kiss her, he realizes it's not the first time he's wanted to do so.
"It's Tonks, Mister Weasley, haven't I told you that numerous times?" she questioned, hair blossoming to match his own.
Grinning, Charlie watched as the laughing girl rushed off with his sweater, blazing 'C' stitched into the side.
Fingering the worn fabric between his palms, he stands.
Her body is cold and foreign held against his own.
Recipient: captainpookey
Title: Colors Bleed to Red
Pairing: Charlie/Tonks
Request: you stole my sweater
Rating: PGish?
Word Count: 284
Author's Notes: Really sorry that I managed to make your prompt into an angsty one, but I simply love the genre! Hope I did this pairing justice.
The feeling gnaws at him until he's in shreds; kept together with the thinnest thread. His gut threatens to empty itself of everything he's ever consumed, till he is but shell of former self.
Face is impossibly blank, he doesn't even understand emotions at this point; never has and now never will.
Hand shakes slightly as he brushes back thick brown curls, wet with sweat and something red that makes his gut twist.
It wasn't supposed to happen like this, wasn't supposed to happen at all.
He's found her...found her all alone and she shouldn't ever be alone.
He laughs, laughs so hard that tears spill down his cheek and choke him.
This is all his fault. Spare hand wipes at his face, struggles to remove all evidence.
He should have protected her better, been her eyes and ears; instead he was just a heart it appeared.
Sinks to the ground, rumble digging into his legs; he doesn't feel a thing.
He's not sure he'll ever feel anymore.
It's ironic he finds, hand splayed across thin sweater that she drowns in.
"Give it back Nymphadora," he teased watching the pink - haired girl turn slowly.
She draped the article of clothing across her robes, striking a saucy pose.
He thinks he wants to kiss her, he realizes it's not the first time he's wanted to do so.
"It's Tonks, Mister Weasley, haven't I told you that numerous times?" she questioned, hair blossoming to match his own.
Grinning, Charlie watched as the laughing girl rushed off with his sweater, blazing 'C' stitched into the side.
Fingering the worn fabric between his palms, he stands.
Her body is cold and foreign held against his own.