HBP is not good for improving the state of my GPA.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Cheers Darlin'
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairing: Unrequited Tonks/Remus
Setting: Half-Blood Prince-era
Summary: Lost and lonely, Tonks find her solace in the bottom of a whisky bottle. Angst to the max. Inspiration (and title) from Damien Rice's song "Cheers Darlin'"
Cheers Darlin'
She wanted to cry but the tears would not come. So she drank instead, because the firewhisky burned her throat and the pain made her remember that she was still alive. Despite it all, her heart still beat, albeit faintly.
And she was starting to think that alcohol coursed through her veins, she was so numb and unfocused to everything in the world. She breathed darkness these days, wondering if she could make it to morning. Then, when she did, she’d wonder if she could make until evening. And from wonder to wonder to wonder, days passed without warmth.
Tonks had promised herself she would never become this, never live this sort of half-life. But she’d never thought Sirius would be dead, that the obituaries would be full of familiar names, and that she could be wrong about her only source of comfort.
Remus had turned her down for what must have been the hundredth time. And suddenly she’d realized she’d been wrong. She’d lived in a dream so long, thinking there must be something there. That she couldn’t be so stupid as to love someone who couldn’t love back.
But it’d been unrequited all this time. “Dumb,” she thought. To let herself become so consumed with a stupid man. All she could do now was tip her glass to his memory and mutter, “Cheers darlin’,” wondering what this had been to him. A whisper of promise and she’d been bought, but he sold her from the start.
Regret filled her lungs and choked, leaving bitter tastes in her mouth. She chased the unpleasant essence with another drink and wondered if she would have kissed him when they were alone, if she could explain again, if she should plead. Love had reduced her to this degraded state, allowing only for a drunken resignation that she would die if she tried to put an end to this self-destruction.
So she smiled bitterly and tipped her glass again, “I’ve got years to wait around for you…”
Title: Cheers Darlin'
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairing: Unrequited Tonks/Remus
Setting: Half-Blood Prince-era
Summary: Lost and lonely, Tonks find her solace in the bottom of a whisky bottle. Angst to the max. Inspiration (and title) from Damien Rice's song "Cheers Darlin'"
Cheers Darlin'
She wanted to cry but the tears would not come. So she drank instead, because the firewhisky burned her throat and the pain made her remember that she was still alive. Despite it all, her heart still beat, albeit faintly.
And she was starting to think that alcohol coursed through her veins, she was so numb and unfocused to everything in the world. She breathed darkness these days, wondering if she could make it to morning. Then, when she did, she’d wonder if she could make until evening. And from wonder to wonder to wonder, days passed without warmth.
Tonks had promised herself she would never become this, never live this sort of half-life. But she’d never thought Sirius would be dead, that the obituaries would be full of familiar names, and that she could be wrong about her only source of comfort.
Remus had turned her down for what must have been the hundredth time. And suddenly she’d realized she’d been wrong. She’d lived in a dream so long, thinking there must be something there. That she couldn’t be so stupid as to love someone who couldn’t love back.
But it’d been unrequited all this time. “Dumb,” she thought. To let herself become so consumed with a stupid man. All she could do now was tip her glass to his memory and mutter, “Cheers darlin’,” wondering what this had been to him. A whisper of promise and she’d been bought, but he sold her from the start.
Regret filled her lungs and choked, leaving bitter tastes in her mouth. She chased the unpleasant essence with another drink and wondered if she would have kissed him when they were alone, if she could explain again, if she should plead. Love had reduced her to this degraded state, allowing only for a drunken resignation that she would die if she tried to put an end to this self-destruction.
So she smiled bitterly and tipped her glass again, “I’ve got years to wait around for you…”