[one] and when I run away, Charlie/Tonks
Title: and when I run away
Character(s): Charlie/Tonks
Prompt: the white birds
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 290
Author's Notes: Usual disclaimers apply. First in a series based on prompts from set six. Somewhat stream-of-consciousness. Feedback is love. Enjoy!
and when I run away
Tonks stands still in the morning's half-light and listens to the birds.
She tells herself she's better.
Better for what? She stands outside the caravan, and around her the morning wakes, but he is still sleeping and he doesn't know she's gone and she wishes to Merlin above that she could just go back in there, tuck herself under the covers and in the crook of his arm and let her breathing match his until she's asleep again and nothing matters but sleep and him, and she is safe.
Charlie kissed her in the rain and she thought her heart might melt. Charlie kissed her in the snow and she thought her heart might sing. Charlie kissed her under the stars and she knew her heart would break.
This can't work, it never could work because...
Well...
His hands are everywhere, every inch of your skin is covered by him, in you and around you and he whispers in your ear, presses his mouth to your neck and moves gently, oh, and you think you might break, you think you might fly, you think you could stay like this forever, you whisper, "Charlie, Charlie," like a prayer to the divine and when he follows you off the edge he whispers, too, and your heart stops and starts again faster than before and you're lost, fighting for air, "I love you, Dora."
This could never work because...
All around her the birds are singing, oblivious little white birds that know nothing of her world, her reasons why. And when he wakes and finds half of the bed cold and empty, the white birds will still sing, and she will be long gone.
That's why this can never work. Because she cannot stay.
And the white birds sing.
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Character(s): Charlie/Tonks
Prompt: the white birds
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 290
Author's Notes: Usual disclaimers apply. First in a series based on prompts from set six. Somewhat stream-of-consciousness. Feedback is love. Enjoy!
and when I run away
Tonks stands still in the morning's half-light and listens to the birds.
She tells herself she's better.
Better for what? She stands outside the caravan, and around her the morning wakes, but he is still sleeping and he doesn't know she's gone and she wishes to Merlin above that she could just go back in there, tuck herself under the covers and in the crook of his arm and let her breathing match his until she's asleep again and nothing matters but sleep and him, and she is safe.
Charlie kissed her in the rain and she thought her heart might melt. Charlie kissed her in the snow and she thought her heart might sing. Charlie kissed her under the stars and she knew her heart would break.
This can't work, it never could work because...
Well...
His hands are everywhere, every inch of your skin is covered by him, in you and around you and he whispers in your ear, presses his mouth to your neck and moves gently, oh, and you think you might break, you think you might fly, you think you could stay like this forever, you whisper, "Charlie, Charlie," like a prayer to the divine and when he follows you off the edge he whispers, too, and your heart stops and starts again faster than before and you're lost, fighting for air, "I love you, Dora."
This could never work because...
All around her the birds are singing, oblivious little white birds that know nothing of her world, her reasons why. And when he wakes and finds half of the bed cold and empty, the white birds will still sing, and she will be long gone.
That's why this can never work. Because she cannot stay.
And the white birds sing.
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