and the stream runs in circles from the chasm to the core

[lumenrelegandus]

Who: MULTIPLE THREADS! Expected: there are some plans. Unexpected: how would I know?
When: Right after this-with flexibility. All sparked by this after this.
Where: The Clinic
Format: [hates choosing] Whatever I start with, do your own thing!
What: Tonks visitations. Lupin's return. Shirley in da house. Trepkos the Grouch. AND MORE.
Warnings: Ow ow

Comments

closed'ish to Remus

[wotchesyou]

[ She had wanted some water. That's what prompted Tonks from her room and into the hallway. She had walked, mostly on auto-pilot down a hallway. When she heard Remus speaking, she stopped.

She hadn't meant to drop any eaves on their conversation. It was just that she heard them, heard their words, heard who and what they were talking about. Tonks frowned. No.

Tonks sat down. She drew her knees up to her chest with her back pressed against the wall. She was going to wait for him. ]

Please don't lose your soul Remus.

[ She is going to say as soon as he exits that room. ]

((OOC - Occurs after this thread is over. ))

[lumenrelegandus]

[No reason it should particularly happen now. After the first sight of what Bellatrix had done to her, after spending a night and half a day at her bedside. But for some reason the sight of her now strikes his breath away.

There's so much he needs to say to her. So crushingly much. Too much, it seems, to know where to begin, where to start, how much to put on her, so instead it's leaking out to others, but she will overhear…

Or be told.

He stands still a moment, caught between too many opposites. Fury and sorrow, defensiveness and shame, love and… realism.

Then he moves silently to the same wall, uses it to lever himself gingerly down, and draws up his own knees, like hers, to sit beside her.]

[wotchesyou]

[ She looks up at him and watches him with sad as he sits down next to her. Tonks leans in toward him and rests her head on his shoulder. ]

She's not worth it. You're worth so much more.

[ She knows Remus but she is not ready for a confrontation.

Tonks will be damned, however, if she's going to let Remus become a monster for her or for anyone else. ]

[lumenrelegandus]

[He closes his eyes when she does that-her head on his shoulder. So dear and familiar a gesture, one he keeps thinking, at different moments for different reasons, he'll never experience again. He doesn't displace her to put his arm around her, but rests his head in turn on hers.

He's not sure he agrees. Not to denigrate himself, but not to underestimate Bellatrix. Not to dismiss the others she's hurt.

But it's not worth debate. Even if he could confront, this much was true: it would not be about Lestrange. There was too much else for them to face.

None more important right now than the fact of being able to sit here together.

On the floor between them, he turns over and opens his hand, for hers.]

[wotchesyou]

[ There is no hesitation on her part. Tonks slips her hand into his, her left into his right. The band is missed yet again.

Her fingers curl loosely around his. Tonks' free hand comes to rest on his arm. The palm of her hand slides up and comes to a rest just above his elbow.

What would Moody say that her wand is tucked into the back pocket of her trousers? ]