How and Why
Title: How and Why
Author: kanella
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Word Count: 420
Rating: PG
Summary: "Sometimes the how and the why aren't yours to know."
Notes: blanketforts Day 7 (Prompt). I had SUCH problems with this one. I have no idea why, but at least it's done!
Feedback is snuggled and given hot cocoa.
“Do you suppose that maybe -”
“No, Remus,” she says tiredly, standing from the bench and smoothing the front of her robes. “I loved him, too. There’s no use in asking the questions; some things just are.”
Thick brown hair frames her face in waves, and her eyelashes are dipped low over deep blue eyes. The morning mist lies close to the ground, and it wraps around her, softening her features and erasing the pale lines that have already started to form on her face. She looks like an angel, an apparition in lavender silk, blending into the fog even while it threatens to drown her. She holds a hand out to him, pulling him from the bench into a tight embrace, patting him on the back like a child and murmuring, “Shh, shh now,” even though he isn’t crying. It reminds him of his mother, all gentle sad smiles and floured aprons, and his stomach twists because he still remembers this woman when she was eighteen and skinny, with a heavy smoking habit and a taste for Muggle whiskey. He pulls back.
“Andi, how did - how could we have been so wrong?” The words are spilling from him desperately, the small part of him that still doubts, even now, even with Peter and James and Lily cold and dead in the ground, and self-loathing eats at his edges for having doubts at all, but he just can’t stop. He has Andromeda’s shoulders in a grip that must be painful, and he knows that he sounds pathetic from the soft, pitying look that settles in the creases around her eyes. “He was careless and foolish and reckless and impulsive, but he was good - oh he was, I know it, I saw it -”
“Stop, honey. Think with your head; you know what’s true. You could tie your mind in a thousand knots trying to figure things out, but a fact is a fact and sometimes the how and the why aren’t yours to know.” She’s raising her arm now, golden bracelets jangling over a slender wrist, and her cool palm is flush against his cheek. “I know it’s only been a couple of months, but give it some time.”
Remus relaxes against her touch and nods, forcing the tiny (but insistent) whisper of uneasiness back into the recesses of his mind. Andromeda tugs at a chunk of his hair, right near his ear.
“Come on. Let's go back,” she says, and Remus lets her guide him through the hazy chill.
Author: kanella
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Word Count: 420
Rating: PG
Summary: "Sometimes the how and the why aren't yours to know."
Notes: blanketforts Day 7 (Prompt). I had SUCH problems with this one. I have no idea why, but at least it's done!
Feedback is snuggled and given hot cocoa.
“Do you suppose that maybe -”
“No, Remus,” she says tiredly, standing from the bench and smoothing the front of her robes. “I loved him, too. There’s no use in asking the questions; some things just are.”
Thick brown hair frames her face in waves, and her eyelashes are dipped low over deep blue eyes. The morning mist lies close to the ground, and it wraps around her, softening her features and erasing the pale lines that have already started to form on her face. She looks like an angel, an apparition in lavender silk, blending into the fog even while it threatens to drown her. She holds a hand out to him, pulling him from the bench into a tight embrace, patting him on the back like a child and murmuring, “Shh, shh now,” even though he isn’t crying. It reminds him of his mother, all gentle sad smiles and floured aprons, and his stomach twists because he still remembers this woman when she was eighteen and skinny, with a heavy smoking habit and a taste for Muggle whiskey. He pulls back.
“Andi, how did - how could we have been so wrong?” The words are spilling from him desperately, the small part of him that still doubts, even now, even with Peter and James and Lily cold and dead in the ground, and self-loathing eats at his edges for having doubts at all, but he just can’t stop. He has Andromeda’s shoulders in a grip that must be painful, and he knows that he sounds pathetic from the soft, pitying look that settles in the creases around her eyes. “He was careless and foolish and reckless and impulsive, but he was good - oh he was, I know it, I saw it -”
“Stop, honey. Think with your head; you know what’s true. You could tie your mind in a thousand knots trying to figure things out, but a fact is a fact and sometimes the how and the why aren’t yours to know.” She’s raising her arm now, golden bracelets jangling over a slender wrist, and her cool palm is flush against his cheek. “I know it’s only been a couple of months, but give it some time.”
Remus relaxes against her touch and nods, forcing the tiny (but insistent) whisper of uneasiness back into the recesses of his mind. Andromeda tugs at a chunk of his hair, right near his ear.
“Come on. Let's go back,” she says, and Remus lets her guide him through the hazy chill.