ohlook.
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.
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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Her smell describes her, inside and out, much of it unreadable by way of words. The smell is the feeling of her wrapped into his arms while napping, the smirks she might give him in the middle of a class. The perfume of Tonks is the way she sips her coffee, the sound of her laugh, and he's starting to feel as though he can't get by without it.
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Today was a swimming day, a day in which she swam laps, quick, fast, not giving herself breaks inbetween. She made sure each stroke, each part of the water was perfect, each intake of breath. Perfection was something an auror was known for.
Today, Gene sat on one of the seats, arms crossed, eyes following her as she swam, back and forth more times than he bothered to count.
He watches her swim, feet beating up a froth, arms wind-milling in the water, mouth parting for just a second before she's underwater again.
By the time she's done, he's memorized the exact form, the exact way she executes her stroke.
She grins at him, swimming to the edge to peer out at him. Hoisting herself out, he can see old scar visible on her back, her ankles, obscure places where one would never look.
"What're you doing here?"
"Watching you swim."
"And that's fun?"
"Very."
"You just want to see me in a bathing suit."
"...Maybe."
She rolls her eyes, swatting him with the towel he's handed her. She takes out the braid her hairs captured in and suddenly flicks her wet hair in his direction, getting him damp. About to complain he opens his mouth, but quickly shuts it when a towel smack him on the face, and he only wipes off the water from his face rather than face the wrath of Tonks.
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His eyes narrowed as she instructed him, he nodded, and then let the arrow fly, holding his breath until the point had thumped solidly into the circle. It missed the bright red mark in the middle but it was nice to know he didn't completely suck.
"Wow, your aim's pretty good, Gene."
He loaded another arrow, smiled.
"I hope it's just as good in the bedroom."
Concentration broken, he snorted a laugh, lowered the bow with a shake of his head.
"Seeing is believing, Tonks."
She thwapped him a good one and Gene grinned. Archery wasn't so bad after all.
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