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.
A few days?
Maybe more.
No...it was definatly a week, yes a week, she had been gone, another Order mission. One that she had been picked for. What she didn't expect was the Death Eaters there and what she didn't expect was the attack against her, three to one. Unfair, yes, but either way, she had gotten away.
She had managed to stumble away, alive yes, but not without harm. A limp from a broken ankle, a gash on her shoulder, dislocated no doubt, but she fixed that before she apparated. One of them had tried to strangle her and the bruises were there to prove it. A hand was at her side, a deep gash, bleeding and painful. She had managed to limp into Hogwarts, unknown, after all, it was 4 in the morning. But even with the healing charms she had done on herself, it was getting harder to walk and breath, but she persisted, finally managing to enter her room, shutting the door behind her, slumping against it on the floor.
She bit at her lip, feeling the blood starting to clott around her shirt and she gritted her teeth before struggling to sit up, swallowing a gasp when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"What the hell happened to you?!"
She stared up at Gene, wide eyed, before sitting up properly, wincing and giving a small cry, falling into his arms. He quickly lifted her, gently depositing her on the bed, lighting candles and running to the bathroom to fetch her healing kit. Tonks painfully shrugged off her robe, ripping the lower hem of her shirt, tears involunatarily streaking her cheeks as she did so. She leaned against the head board, closing her eyes feeling tired and pained, but Gene's hand made her open her eyes again.
He only helped her sit up before handing her potions and salves and clothes, cleaning her wounds, helping her apply the right potions to the gashes and breaks and bruises before hours later, the sun beginning to rise, they were done.
Gene had set everythign aside and tentativly brushed away the short strands of blonde hair before frowning, biting at his lower lip.
"Where've you been?"
"Away."
Her voice was hoarse and whispered. She leaned against her pillows, arm draped over her stomach lightly, bruises still around her throat.
"For a week?"
"Yes."
"...Where?"
She pursed her lips before looking away, eyes resting on the wall beyond his shoulder. Gene just gave a sigh before gently forcing her eyes to face his.
"Are you going to tell me?"
Her eyes flashed.
"No, I'm not Eugene."
Her voice was firm.
He dropped his hand before running a hand through his hair and giving up.
"Fine. J-just get some rest...or something."
She gave him a firm look before sighing, hands hiding her face lightly before relaxing on the pillows, arms falling to her side. She stares at him wearily and opens her lips to say something, but stops herself and looks away again before sighing and closing her eyes, swallowing hard.
He can see her body relax against the pillows and her breath evening out and he knows that she's asleep. Slowly, he leans in close to her, watches her eye lids flutter, gently touches the marks on her neck, brushes aside the hair before pressing his lips to her forehead, savoring the feel of her skin, knowing that she's real and there. Softly, he whispers into her ear before leaning back on his chair, arms crossed, watching her sleep and making sure that nightmares stay at bay.
"Missed you."
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