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hey look, i'm actually updating.
lish hasn't had much to write about lately so this is why she hasn't updated.
i want to write fluff, inspiration anyone?
kisses and tissues,
'lisha.
lish hasn't had much to write about lately so this is why she hasn't updated.
i want to write fluff, inspiration anyone?
kisses and tissues,
'lisha.
She gave a hiss as the knife ran across her finger, slicing the skin, making blood well. Dropping the knife onto her counter, she fumbled for a cloth or towel or something, drops of blood dotting the counter.
Quick fingers gently took her hand, wrapping the cut finger into a small cloth, applying pressure. Looking up, she flinched, feeling the cut sting, before staring tiredly at Gene, lips pressed together.
"When did you get here?"
"Just now."
"Why?"
"Because..."
He shrugged, the rest of the sentence left in the air, his eyes not meeting hers as he stared at her finger again, removing the cloth.
"You need to heal that. It's going to scar."
"What's one more?"
She shrugged as well, taking her wand and preforming a simple healing spell, watching it close up partly, still stinging, a red line still evident on her finger. She gently took the roll gauze that was offered to her by Gene, wrapping her finger.
As she fumbled with the knot, he watched, before finally, taking her hand and gently knotting it for her, gently pressing his lips to her finger.
"All better."
A small ghost of a grin before he shrugged, figidting again. She studied his face for a minute, eyes dark and guarded, leaking out no emotion, no chance of what she was thinking. Instead of shoving him out of her room, slamming the door in his face, she only took up her knife again adn handed it to him.
"Start cutting that up. You're just in time for dinner."
She gave him a ghost of a smile, disappering before it could be really defined, but he caught it and only smiled back before taking the knife in his hands and continuing to cut the green before him, feelign like he was home again.
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"Yes, Eugene, now be quiet and just follow me and keep you hands to yourself."
Tonks airly gave him a glare before adjusting the strap of her small backpack, arm looped his and the other looped around Amber's shoulders.
"Be glad I'm here or you would have been in a lot of trouble, Mr. Travers."
She gave him a teasing smile before tugging him reluctantly into the one place where he dreaded entering. Amber grinning, Tonks mentally cackling, and Gene hiding a blush and wearing a look of impending Doom. Doom with a capital "D", they all entered the store, greated by a young lady.
"Welcome to Lady Victoria's, how can we help you today?"
Tonks grinned and fondly patted Amber's head, who grinned back nervously, fingers toying with her pigtailes. Gene only shuffled uncomfortably, eyeing a manequin before him.
"First timer here for this one. Have anything special for us?"
"Of course, come this way."
"Be back, sweetie, stay here and don't touch anything."
Tonks gave Gene a flirtly bat of her eyes before grinning, leaving him near the entrance, eyes wide as the girls disappeared into a crowd of lace and other frilly feminine things.
About to call out, he realized that he was getting enough stares as it was and decided that slinking off into a corner and hiding seemed like a good idea. He hunched his shoulder, trying to seem as small as possible, of course his tall frame not helping much. He spotted Tonks' bright red hair a couple times before it disappeared once more and he resumed his slinking, passing manequins scantily clad in silky negligee's and feathery shoes, boa's wrapped around some of their stiff necks, dull lifeless eyes seeming to follow him everywhere.
As he softly mumbled under his breath curses, he gave a mental sigh before finding a corner, finally sitting on a overly stuffed pouf, trying not to let his eyes fall onto anything that looked too riskee. Unfortunatly, everywhere he looked, he could see silky little slips and feathers and frills and lace. He stared at a piece of silk before him, gently fingering it before remembering Tonks' word.
'Don't touch anything...'
He quickly withdrew his fingers before slowly letting them rub at the fabric again, a smirk growing on his lips. Maybe this store wasn't so bad...
Tonks grinned, Amber smiling in a shy way. The younger girl had a bag in her hand, her purchases safely tucked away and wrapped away from prying eyes.
"See? Not so bad."
Amber nodded, smiling broadly before they both reached the entrance again, Gene not where they left him.
"I'm guessing your brother got bored or something. You know what? Go over there to that ice cream store, order some ice cream and wait for us, okay?"
She handed the girl money, letting her scamper off to get the cold treat before Tonks made sure Amber waved at her before turning back to the store. She sighed, wondering what exactly got Gene distracted enough to wander in a store such as this.
It didn't take long to find Gene, bumping into him in a small corner before she turned, a small thoughful frown on her face.
"Why'd you wander off?"
"'Cause I found intersting stuff..."
Narrowed eyes
"Such as?"
A blush
A glare
A shameless smirk on Gene's lips
A whack was given to his head, Tonks blushing hard enough that it made it seem as if she had received a sunburn while Gene, nursing his sore head, still had his smirk pasted on his lips.
Entering the ice cream store, Amber spotted both her brother and Tonks. The young woman still blushing while her brother was grinning proudly at himself. Deciding that certain things were better left unknown, the girl only shook her head and watched at Gene placed a peck on Tonks' rosy cheeks.
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He was close to falling asleep and wasn't sure why he had decided to come this particular Sunday.
It was the same stifling pews, the same sniffs and indignant looks.
Church.
He could just forget about confessional, the last thing he wanted was to--
"I'm ready to go, Gene."
Gene blinked, looked to Tonks, and raised a brow. It wasn't exactly polite to walk out in the middle of a sermon.
But she was fixing him with one of those looks and that meant that, although walking out wasn't polite, it would certainly be safer.
Gene murmured a number of Excuse Me Coming Through's, led Tonks from pew to aisle, to outside of the cathedral.
"Feels like suffocating in there," Tonks said with a deep frown, tugging her hair free of it's tight bun, raking her fingers through it until it fell loosely curled and vibrant against her shoulders.
Gene loosened his tie, looked quietly to the sidewalk as she spoke on, at first not noticing the awkward silence that had fallen.
"...Gene?"
"I...I think I'm going to hell, Tonks."
Tonks stopped, stared at him with a hand in the loose tresses (auburn today) and shook her head, "I'm sorry. I don't think I--"
"I said I think I'm going to hell. God must be fucking tired of me by now. Hates my fucking guts."
He began shoving the tie in his pocket, frowned, and stiffened when her palm collected solidly with his cheek, turning the flesh a deep red before she gripped his chin, pulling him down eye-level.
Eyes blazing, shoulders rising and falling with quick breaths, "Don't you ever say that, Eugene Travers, don't you ever. You're getting help, you're not going to hell, you understand."
He was silent.
She slapped him again.
"Do you?"
Gene jerked his head away, hid tears with a hardening of his jawline, a subtle sniffle, "Yeah."
She allowed the silence to draw out again, looked to him worriedly, "I'll...I'll treat you to dinner."
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"Mmm?"
"What the fuck is this doing here?"
He lazily looked up from his pile of books, blowing impatiently at teh quill and looking above it to something Tonks held in her hand. He blinked at her expression.
"What is doing where?"
"This, numbskull."
She threw the packet at him, making it hit squarely on his head, landing on his lap. He blinked, once, twice, thrice before quirkign an eye brow.
"Um...."
She looked at him, arms propped up on her knees, his school bag settled on her lap, obviously going through his things.
"Wait...why are you you going through my stuff?"
"Because I can, what's that doing in here?"
She answered back non-chalantly before turning back her focus on him.
"Um...just in case?"
She gave a soft snort.
"Desperate, no?"
She rolled her eyes, going through his things again, pulling out quills, books, parchments.
"Well...you know Tonks, we are on a bed and I do ha-"
A book came hurtling to his head and he carefully ducked before clearing his throat and looking down at his essay again, a smirk on his lips and a blush on her cheeks, yet again.
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"Breakfast will be ready in a few, Gene, you can't be that hungry."
"I'm a growing boy," his eyebrows waggle, "in more ways than one."
He narrowly avoids getting whacked, eyes squinting to slits, "But I'm not eating that."
Tonks looks to the frying bacon, opens her mouth, closes it long enough to pout and get the expression across.
"And why not, may I ask?"
"Because eating bacon's like eating pig ass."
Tonks simply stares at him for a moment, "What--"
"Imagine a pig rolling along in the mud, it's on feces, rolling and leaping and running and snorting. You're eating that dirty, muck-covered pig, bathed in it's own juices."
"I think I'm going to be sick."
"Oh come on, it's not that bad--"
"Yes, it is, goddamnit, Gene."
"...I love you."
Tonks rolls her eyes, turns the eye on the stove off, and dumps the bacon into the trash.
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"You WHAT?!"
"I hate it."
"Why?"
"Fucking sugar on a stick."
"And?"
"IT'S FUCKING SUGAR."
Tonks stared at Gene with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape.
"...You're a freak."
Gene gave a light snort before shrugging.
"I know."
"No, really, a freak."
"...Okay..."
She rolled her eyes before taking a fluffly piece of the cotton candy and placing it in her mouth, still shaking her head in his direction.
"It's not that weird, okay?"
"FREAK."
Gene rolled his eyes before winding an arm around her shoulder, ignoring the fluff of the cotton candy and walking in a random direction.
"Still love me?"
"Only if you eat some of the cotton candy."
"What?!"
She gave him a glare, one that said, 'Do as I say or I promise much pain and death and embaressement for you.' Reluctantly, he plucked the smallest bit of fluff and popped it into his mouth, making a face as teh sugar melted in his mouth.
"Love you."
"Good. Love you too...in five minutes."
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Jas wagged his tail rapidly, licked at the hand which had just handed him the doggy treat.
Gene leaned in, scratched behind the puppy's ears, drew him into his lap to hug and to pet, grinning widely.
"Why, Gene, you've gone and left me for a lab?"
Gene stared at her, feeling guilty, released the pup as it ran to circle and sniff at Tonks feet, jumping up for pats on the head and back.
"I think that was affection, Gene," Tonks said, bending to scoop up the dog.
"No, it wasn't. You were imagining things."
"Mm."
Gene was quiet, flushed red, "Dog's special to me, all right?"
Tonks nodded, grinning widely, "Let's go play with sensitive ol' Mr. Gene," she cooed to the pup, who gave an appreciate bark in return.
Gene rolled his eyes, though he was close to grinning. The pup was cute, impossible not to like.
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Looking wearily up at the portrait, she whispered the password and the door swung open, nearly barraled out by Nolan. Both tumbled to the ground before Tonks quickly rose up, offering Nolan her hand.
He only stared at the ground, mumbling an apology before rushing out again. She blinked, staring out, watching the portrait slam shut. She stood still, blinking yet again, until she felt a hand touch at her shoulder. Immeadiatly, she threw a punch, narrowly missing Gene's head.
"Don't do that on me!"
She scowled, lowering her fist and crossing her arms. Gene only shrugged and grinned, tugging her to a couch, a lazy smile on his lips. She blinked yet again.
"Good mood?"
"Mhmm..."
He wrapped his arms around her waist, face burrowed in her neck.
"Very good mood."
She shifted, feeling confused. First Nolan and now Gene. She sighed, feeling something build up in her chest, some instinct in her mind nagging at her.
"It's weird...your good mood."
"I'm sorry?"
His lazy grin still didn't disappear. She shrugged.
"It's nothing...I guess..."
He nodded before pressing a kiss onto her cheek, allowing her to lean against him, eyes falling closed. She lay there, before suddenly she stood, pacing.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
She didn't stop pacing. Gene perked a brow before stretching out his long legs onto teh rest of the couch, arms lazily pillowing his head.
Tonks shook her head, sighing before she sat back down again, Gene's arms snaked around her waist. And still, his lazy grin was there.
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Gene grins broadly, hoists himself up, and inwardly winces once he swings a leg over, lands too hard.
His voice is small when he responds, "...it'll be fun."
Tonks half-smirks, "Hurt yourself?"
"'Course not."
He stands, slowly, realizes that the balance beam is really quite intimidating from up here, and holds both arms out.
"You'd make an awkward gymnast Gene."
That makes him frown, gives him a little encouragement.
"Oh please," he states, shuffling forward, "it's a piece of cake. Bet they hardly have to practice."
He lifts both arms, lunging slightly.
"Gene...maybe you shouldn't..."
Twenty minutes later they're sitting in the kitchen, Gene with a towel pressed to his nose, his head tilted back, Tonks tsking.
"I told you that..."
"Shut up."
"Mm, you don't mean that, is it broken?"
"No."
"At least you learned your lesson," Tonks says, grinning.
Gene glares at her.
"Think I'd like to take it back."
Tonks pats him on the head, "Wise decision."
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Tonks gave a sigh as she passed another group of girls, giggling over a pack of chocolate, nearly screaming at the sense of mushy love around her. Shrugging her shoulders she headed to her chambers, just wanting to sit on her own bed, mope, and think of all her past relationships.
Putting the key into her door, she entered her room, sighing as she closed the door, relishing the silence and lack of giggles.
"Does it really take you that long to get here?"
Startled she glared at a figure draped over her bed, one hand hanging over the edge as the legs were stretched out, relaxed and lazy, Gene grinned at her.
"Yes well, Peeves thought it'd be fun to pour ink over the first-years and I got to clean up after him."
She gave a sour look before kicking off her shoes, grumpily throwing her robe onto a chair, hair coming down long and loose over her shoulders. She crawled onto the bed, curling up next to him, face buried into his shoulder.
"I hate Valentine's Day."
She gave a soft desolate sigh before feeling his hand gently stroke her neck, relaxing slowly.
"Meh, couldn't care less about it."
She softly grinned before frowning again.
"Hmm...maybe so, but makes me feel old and lonely."
"Not old..."
"Maybe..."
"And you won't be lonely this year."
Gene grinned and gently placed a kiss on her forehead, letting Tonks roll to her side, rubbing at her nose.
"Hopefully."
She grinned and stretched out, snuggling close to him, closing her eyes and opening them again when she felt a small poke on her side.
"Wha-"
She was cut off when a single red rose was presented to her. Blinking she looked up at Gene.
"Least you deserve."
He gave her a half-grin, looking away. A small blush trying to show on his cheeks.
She smiled, feeling a soft warmth spread from her heart. She took it and turned back to him, gently pressing her lips to his for a quick kiss.
"And that's the least you deserve..."
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Iona's voice did howl, just about screeched at him.
"I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU!!! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO USE PROTECTION. P.R.O.T.E.C.T.I.O.N!!! PROTECTION!!! THE GIRL CALLED MY HOUSE CRYING! YOU'RE TO TAKE CARE OF THIS, EUGENE, AND SHE'D BETTER JUST BE STRESSED. IF SHE'S PREGNANT I'LL TAKE YOU OUT OF SCHOOL."
Gene's face flushed red as he watched the angry letter disappear in a puff of smoke. The whole Slytherin table was gawking at him. Most of the boys with matching grins, a few of the girls uncomfortably, and just as he started to smile he noted Tonks, staring at him with lips pursed, expression dark.
The smile faded.
He was entering the hall when he felt her fingers against his arm, turned.
"Did you really...?"
"I doubt she's pregnant, Tonks, took lock cracking skills to even get into her panties and she made sure that I put on two condoms, reminded me that she was on the pill."
Tonks didn't appear amused.
"Gene, how could you just..."
"I was horny," he said, partially annoyed, "and so I took the first thing that let me into it's bed, even hesitantly. It's not like we're dating or anything."
Tonks opened her mouth, closed it, glared at him, and then stalked away.
Gene frowned. What the hell was up with her?
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Back...
And forth...
Back...
...Forth...
She continued to sit there, head leaning aginst the chain, eyes blank and staring into space, shoes scraping against the gravel. It was warm enough that a t-shirt would do, but a sweater was loosely draped over her, almost as if it was an afterthought.
She swung, back and forth back and forth, not paying attention to a figure moving towards her, not even noticing that he was right in front of her until he gently shook her shoulder, calling her name.
"...Tonks?"
She didn't move, eye barely clearing up to flick over to him.
"Gene."
"...What're you doing here?"
She gave him a half-lidded stare, face blank and smooth. She didn't answer and only stared before closing her eyes fully, head still leaning against the chain.
Gene stared, biting at his lower lip before he stood, watching Tonks slowly swing, eyes closed, face blank, head leaning against the chain as if there was nothing more obvious than to sit on the swings.
Slowly, he sat on teh swings next to her and slowly, he too began to swing back and forth as well.
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"Like this," he said, placing his fingers in the right places, glancing up to her to make sure that she was watching.
He strummed the chords, easing 'Mary Had A Little Lamb' out of the guitar.
Tonks came in with two glasses, hesitated.
She'd been teaching Amber earlier, had tried making her small hands move along the strings, but now she hesitated. Watching Gene teach and be gentle was much more pleasing. She sat, noticed and smiled to by the dark-haired teen, and laid back, listening thoughtfully as Gene walked Amber through the Itsy Bitsy spider, the Happy Birthday song, and then a short pop piece.
Gene glanced to her after an hour or so, noted that she was sleeping, and then smiled, fingers stilling.
Amber tugged on his sleeve, raised a brow, and signed something out.
Gene's eyes widened, "No, I...no, not that type of love."
Amber nodded, looked suspicious, and then took the guitar from him, stood to set it aside.
Gene stood, went over to Tonks, and then drew the covers over her, kissed her cheek.
It looked like it was naptime.
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"What're you doing?"
Tonks gave a small shrug, still not looking up. Gene slowly sauntered over, looking down.
"Are you...?"
"Yes, I'm writing on a banana."
Tonks was apparently writing herself a long note, letters small and clear.
"...Do you do this often?"
"No, why?"
Gene only perked a brow.
"Nevermind."
He only shook his head before taking a banana that was not scribbled on and peeled it, biting into it. He felt Tonks staring at him.
"What?"
"...I was gonna write on that banana too..."
Gene let a hand slap at his forehead as he shook his head.
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"...patient cares little for the environment around him, is content with destroying documents, steals from the nurses that visit, I would recommend..."
Tonks shut the cassette off, looked at him.
Gene said nothing.
"You realize they think you're a danger to yourself and others."
Gene looked to her, frowned vaguely, rubbed at an arm covered with goosepimples.
"Gene, I guess you don't realize how serious this is. You threatened to cut his heart out, do you remember that? You brandished a knife. Those aren't normal things. You sh--"
She was startled by the hoarse interrupting of a sob, stared at him in surprise as he leaned forward, pressed his palms to his eyes.
"I know I'm a freak, goddamnit. Stop fucking reminding me I know I...I..." his chest hitched, another broken sob tore through the sentence, shortening it, and then Tonks scooted closer, worried.
She took him into her arms, squeezed, and let him cry, closing her own eyes while nibbling at her lower lip.
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"No."
"I swear, not posionous."
"No."
Tonks sat on the bed, shaking her head, Gene rolling his eyes, tarantula on his hand.
"He won't hurt you, I swear!"
"No, goddammit."
She gave him a glare, scooting to the corner of her bed. Gene sat at the other end, tarantula slowly making it's way down his hand.
"...I'm going to kill you."
Gene shrugged, smirking as he did so. Tonks warily eyed the large spider slowly making it's way to her before squeaking and jumping off her bed, running to her bathroom, locking the door.
Gene gave a sigh before staring at his tarantula, letting it walk back up his arm.
"Don't think she liked you..."
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