HP:: Colours of Her [Andromeda/Ted::PG13]
Title: Colours of Her
Character(s): Andromeda Black, Ted Tonks
Prompt: 04. five shades of white
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1140
Author's Notes: Artistic and written in a slightly different format than I normally do, but I felt that this was appropriate. There's some language that's not child appropriate, thus the higher rating, but other than that, it's really tame. This one is dedicated to bubblesl who read an earlier draft, and to eudaimon who I was chatting to while writing this and whose writing inspires me.
He once thought that the world existed solely in black and white. He’d heard tales and seen hints that there was a spectrum of shades of grey out there, but had no proof that such things existed.
He knows now that the world is black and grey and white; that true color is something lost on him. He used to see the rainbow, but now he’s colorblind.
He loves the coal blackness of her hair that shimmers like the black lake in the light of the moon. Her grey eyes that sway from warm to cold in a moment are more beautiful than a thousand shades of blue.
He knows the color white better than he ever has before in this Black beauty. She calls herself the white sheep of the Blacks and he cannot disagree with her.
She gives new meaning to such an opaque and ignored shade. He drowns in her and can name all of the tones of her.
There’s the white of the snow he finds her standing in, one day when he’s seventeen. She’s dressed in head to toe in black, the snow falling from the gray clouds, the wind gently blowing in her hair and he feels his heart start thudding in his chest, the blood rushing through his veins and this vague feeling that he’s been missing this for far too long. This familiar feeling that he thought he buried back in fifth year when he kissed her and she slapped him and they both went their separate ways, but clearly it’s not gone. He thought he could love someone else, find someone better, but she’s standing there, the white snow turning her black hair gray and he knows he was wrong.
There’s only been her.
There’s the white of her eyes when he pulls her aside, away from her angelic looking little sister whom she’s chatting with, and she glares at him, looking down at his hand on her arm and back to his face with an expression almost like a sneer as she hisses, “What are you doing, Tonks?”
He runs his hands nervously through his hair and looks at down at her, looks her right in the eyes and in a burst of fearlessness, blurts out the words burning on his tongue.
“Will you go out with me?”
Her eyes widened, and he can see the whites of her eyes, rimming the grey and black, and gives him an odd look, and a skeptical half smile. Then she walks away without saying a word.
There’s the white of her teeth, all pearls and showing in a smile that he gets to see the time he finally succeeds. She laughs and shakes her head, a smile on her normally cold and defiant face, and he finds her lovely. He always had the hunch that subtle persistence would pay off and in this case it truly did. He was creative, he used his Ravenclaw brains and the determination his mother had told him to always have and now he smiles back at her as he breathes a sigh of relief and is able to reap the rewards.
He wonders her exact thoughts of the writing in the snow outside of the Great Hall, visible from the windows near Slytherin table. The project had taken him and two of his best mates (both sworn to secrecy) two hours in the early morning hours after a batch of fresh snow had fallen to do it, but the giant declaration for all the school to see, had left her with her mouth hanging open, her eyes wide, and then unmistakably, a smile bursting onto her face, a laugh falling out of her mouth. He watched her from his spot across the hall, sitting on the Ravenclaw table as she stood at the window, her hand clasped over her mouth to stifle laughter, before she ran from the room, and he followed her.
The entire school had been talking about the snow written statement. “Andromeda Black, will you go out with me? -T. Tonks” They were infamous.
The first thing she did when he caught up with her was smack his arm and call him a stupid bastard, laughing through the insult, and shaking her head.
“Does that mean yes?” he asked.
And all she did was smile, laugh and nod.
There’s the white of the moon and of the her breathe in the cold night air, after their first actual date and they’re walking back to the castle after a day in Hogsmeade, her black gloved hands shoved into her pockets. He slows down his face to walk in stride with her, stealing glances to see the look on her face, to judge whether or not she had a good time, but as usual, she’s a mystery. They reach the top of the steps and he’s about to open the doors for her, and she just laughs, and he’s utterly confused.
“What?” he asks, stopping and looking at her, confusion etched on his features. He’s holding the door half open and can feel the heat from the castle leaking out and part of him wishes that she hadn’t just done something so bloody confusing that it made him stop out in the cold.
She shakes her head, an enigmatic smile on her face and she leans up on her toes (it doesn’t matter that she’s wearing heals, which make her taller than normal, she’s still shorter than he is) and kisses him. He’s caught of his guard and he likes it, and can’t believe his holding a fucking door while Andromeda Black is kissing him and he starts to kiss her back and then she pulls away, that confusing smile still on her face as she turns and slides inside.
It takes him a few minutes to realize that she’s indoors and left him and when he follows her inside, he can’t even hear the sound of her heals on stone heading to her common room, but he doesn’t care, he just threads through the corridors to his own, a goofy smile on his face.
There’s the white of her skin right where her neck meets her collarbone. A place that when he kisses, drives her mad and makes her smile and laugh. This white is mixed with bits of brown, yellow, and the blue of her veins. There’s a well place freckle that he finds adorable, and not a blemish at all. This shade of white turns rosy pink under his touch. A white that hides underneath another shade of white, the color of her starched uniform shirt, that looks infinitely better on her than it does on anyone else and this white is even more amazing when they are engaged in secret liaisons in dark corridors.
It’s the chameleon white.
Just like her.
Character(s): Andromeda Black, Ted Tonks
Prompt: 04. five shades of white
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1140
Author's Notes: Artistic and written in a slightly different format than I normally do, but I felt that this was appropriate. There's some language that's not child appropriate, thus the higher rating, but other than that, it's really tame. This one is dedicated to bubblesl who read an earlier draft, and to eudaimon who I was chatting to while writing this and whose writing inspires me.
He once thought that the world existed solely in black and white. He’d heard tales and seen hints that there was a spectrum of shades of grey out there, but had no proof that such things existed.
He knows now that the world is black and grey and white; that true color is something lost on him. He used to see the rainbow, but now he’s colorblind.
He loves the coal blackness of her hair that shimmers like the black lake in the light of the moon. Her grey eyes that sway from warm to cold in a moment are more beautiful than a thousand shades of blue.
He knows the color white better than he ever has before in this Black beauty. She calls herself the white sheep of the Blacks and he cannot disagree with her.
She gives new meaning to such an opaque and ignored shade. He drowns in her and can name all of the tones of her.
There’s the white of the snow he finds her standing in, one day when he’s seventeen. She’s dressed in head to toe in black, the snow falling from the gray clouds, the wind gently blowing in her hair and he feels his heart start thudding in his chest, the blood rushing through his veins and this vague feeling that he’s been missing this for far too long. This familiar feeling that he thought he buried back in fifth year when he kissed her and she slapped him and they both went their separate ways, but clearly it’s not gone. He thought he could love someone else, find someone better, but she’s standing there, the white snow turning her black hair gray and he knows he was wrong.
There’s only been her.
There’s the white of her eyes when he pulls her aside, away from her angelic looking little sister whom she’s chatting with, and she glares at him, looking down at his hand on her arm and back to his face with an expression almost like a sneer as she hisses, “What are you doing, Tonks?”
He runs his hands nervously through his hair and looks at down at her, looks her right in the eyes and in a burst of fearlessness, blurts out the words burning on his tongue.
“Will you go out with me?”
Her eyes widened, and he can see the whites of her eyes, rimming the grey and black, and gives him an odd look, and a skeptical half smile. Then she walks away without saying a word.
There’s the white of her teeth, all pearls and showing in a smile that he gets to see the time he finally succeeds. She laughs and shakes her head, a smile on her normally cold and defiant face, and he finds her lovely. He always had the hunch that subtle persistence would pay off and in this case it truly did. He was creative, he used his Ravenclaw brains and the determination his mother had told him to always have and now he smiles back at her as he breathes a sigh of relief and is able to reap the rewards.
He wonders her exact thoughts of the writing in the snow outside of the Great Hall, visible from the windows near Slytherin table. The project had taken him and two of his best mates (both sworn to secrecy) two hours in the early morning hours after a batch of fresh snow had fallen to do it, but the giant declaration for all the school to see, had left her with her mouth hanging open, her eyes wide, and then unmistakably, a smile bursting onto her face, a laugh falling out of her mouth. He watched her from his spot across the hall, sitting on the Ravenclaw table as she stood at the window, her hand clasped over her mouth to stifle laughter, before she ran from the room, and he followed her.
The entire school had been talking about the snow written statement. “Andromeda Black, will you go out with me? -T. Tonks” They were infamous.
The first thing she did when he caught up with her was smack his arm and call him a stupid bastard, laughing through the insult, and shaking her head.
“Does that mean yes?” he asked.
And all she did was smile, laugh and nod.
There’s the white of the moon and of the her breathe in the cold night air, after their first actual date and they’re walking back to the castle after a day in Hogsmeade, her black gloved hands shoved into her pockets. He slows down his face to walk in stride with her, stealing glances to see the look on her face, to judge whether or not she had a good time, but as usual, she’s a mystery. They reach the top of the steps and he’s about to open the doors for her, and she just laughs, and he’s utterly confused.
“What?” he asks, stopping and looking at her, confusion etched on his features. He’s holding the door half open and can feel the heat from the castle leaking out and part of him wishes that she hadn’t just done something so bloody confusing that it made him stop out in the cold.
She shakes her head, an enigmatic smile on her face and she leans up on her toes (it doesn’t matter that she’s wearing heals, which make her taller than normal, she’s still shorter than he is) and kisses him. He’s caught of his guard and he likes it, and can’t believe his holding a fucking door while Andromeda Black is kissing him and he starts to kiss her back and then she pulls away, that confusing smile still on her face as she turns and slides inside.
It takes him a few minutes to realize that she’s indoors and left him and when he follows her inside, he can’t even hear the sound of her heals on stone heading to her common room, but he doesn’t care, he just threads through the corridors to his own, a goofy smile on his face.
There’s the white of her skin right where her neck meets her collarbone. A place that when he kisses, drives her mad and makes her smile and laugh. This white is mixed with bits of brown, yellow, and the blue of her veins. There’s a well place freckle that he finds adorable, and not a blemish at all. This shade of white turns rosy pink under his touch. A white that hides underneath another shade of white, the color of her starched uniform shirt, that looks infinitely better on her than it does on anyone else and this white is even more amazing when they are engaged in secret liaisons in dark corridors.
It’s the chameleon white.
Just like her.