Fic: Doubts
Title: Doubts
Author: pinkhairedauror
Format & Word Count: Ficlette, 338 words
Rating: G
Prompt: Prompt 17, When the moment's not right.
Warning: Um... none? If anyone thinks there should be, let me know.
Summary: Bridesgrooms are supposed to fidget and be nervous, right? Well Remus Lupin is no exception...
Author's Note: He wouldn't be there unless he actually wanted to. That's what I think, at least!
Remus Lupin was... fidgetting.
Not that it mattered to his 'dress' robes. Or to the few people gathered today.
But he was nervous.
To his utter surprise, it wasn't the many arguments that he'd given over the long, lonely months that made him nervous... not that he was not good enough for her, not even that the moment was most definitely NOT right for a wedding.
It was the thought that she might have finally heard those arguments and... decided not to show up.
Because for all the words, for all the reasons she shouldn't be here...
He wanted the small, colourful, surprising woman in his life. He wanted to know what next - the weird times strange ideas could happen. The unusual things that she could do with her body... and would, at a whim or for a task. The odd places where her apparent self-confidence could crack or even shatter. The infallible way with which she could sense the things to do or say that brought comfort, whether he would accept them or not. The absolute determination - stubbornness - that had brought him here. The wrong time, the wrong place, the wrong people (he'd always thought if he ever crossed this threshold, it would be alongside... no. They were gone), the wrong event (how could a werewolf marry?) --
All the wrong things, and she made them right somehow. She made him feel... home.
Losing her would be like losing what little he had allowed to believe in, again... this time of her choice, and his doing, and he could almost feel himself accepting that, grieving that...
And then the door opened and she was there.
In pristine white, which wrapped her body in a way that made him not want to move his eyes away form her.
And with a beaming smile.
How could he have thought she'd turn away?
Their gazes met...
And he didn't remember much of the rest of the ceremony really. Up until the 'you may kiss the bride' part.
Author: pinkhairedauror
Format & Word Count: Ficlette, 338 words
Rating: G
Prompt: Prompt 17, When the moment's not right.
Warning: Um... none? If anyone thinks there should be, let me know.
Summary: Bridesgrooms are supposed to fidget and be nervous, right? Well Remus Lupin is no exception...
Author's Note: He wouldn't be there unless he actually wanted to. That's what I think, at least!
Remus Lupin was... fidgetting.
Not that it mattered to his 'dress' robes. Or to the few people gathered today.
But he was nervous.
To his utter surprise, it wasn't the many arguments that he'd given over the long, lonely months that made him nervous... not that he was not good enough for her, not even that the moment was most definitely NOT right for a wedding.
It was the thought that she might have finally heard those arguments and... decided not to show up.
Because for all the words, for all the reasons she shouldn't be here...
He wanted the small, colourful, surprising woman in his life. He wanted to know what next - the weird times strange ideas could happen. The unusual things that she could do with her body... and would, at a whim or for a task. The odd places where her apparent self-confidence could crack or even shatter. The infallible way with which she could sense the things to do or say that brought comfort, whether he would accept them or not. The absolute determination - stubbornness - that had brought him here. The wrong time, the wrong place, the wrong people (he'd always thought if he ever crossed this threshold, it would be alongside... no. They were gone), the wrong event (how could a werewolf marry?) --
All the wrong things, and she made them right somehow. She made him feel... home.
Losing her would be like losing what little he had allowed to believe in, again... this time of her choice, and his doing, and he could almost feel himself accepting that, grieving that...
And then the door opened and she was there.
In pristine white, which wrapped her body in a way that made him not want to move his eyes away form her.
And with a beaming smile.
How could he have thought she'd turn away?
Their gazes met...
And he didn't remember much of the rest of the ceremony really. Up until the 'you may kiss the bride' part.