another drabble :)
Hopefully you'll like this lionille ^_^
Title: Orange & Cinnamon
Pairings: Ron/Luna
Summary: Orange or cinnamon.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I can only dream it's mine but we all know it belongs to JK Rowling.
Author's Note: Written for lionille
Ron was never sure what he loved better. Orange or cinnamon. Orange had basically ruled his life for the past 20 years, something that had stayed with him throughout childhood to pay homage towards his favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannon. It was the color that decorated his room, the one that could clearly discribe his rather... rambuncous personality.
Then there was cinnamon. Sweet and homey, it gave him a warm feeling of belonging. It was something he could distinctly smell, something that could take him home, to where she was making dinner. It was her scent that led him home, to their home. Holding his wife close as she slept, Ron could smell a light cinnamon fragrance that reminded him how alike she and the spice was. Stubborn and hard when they wanted to be, yet sweet and dreamy when they had the chance.
Feeling Luna snuggle closer, Ron decided that cinnamon was the winner. Taking another deep breathe, he knew why he chose cinnamon over oranges. His future over his past. Her love over a childhood memory. It was because she was his anchor, his home, his love, his life.
Title: Orange & Cinnamon
Pairings: Ron/Luna
Summary: Orange or cinnamon.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I can only dream it's mine but we all know it belongs to JK Rowling.
Author's Note: Written for lionille
Ron was never sure what he loved better. Orange or cinnamon. Orange had basically ruled his life for the past 20 years, something that had stayed with him throughout childhood to pay homage towards his favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannon. It was the color that decorated his room, the one that could clearly discribe his rather... rambuncous personality.
Then there was cinnamon. Sweet and homey, it gave him a warm feeling of belonging. It was something he could distinctly smell, something that could take him home, to where she was making dinner. It was her scent that led him home, to their home. Holding his wife close as she slept, Ron could smell a light cinnamon fragrance that reminded him how alike she and the spice was. Stubborn and hard when they wanted to be, yet sweet and dreamy when they had the chance.
Feeling Luna snuggle closer, Ron decided that cinnamon was the winner. Taking another deep breathe, he knew why he chose cinnamon over oranges. His future over his past. Her love over a childhood memory. It was because she was his anchor, his home, his love, his life.