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Title: Cold
Author:
carnivalgirl
Format & Word Count: Drabble, 443 words.
Rating: G
Prompt: Prompt 18, cold
Warning: Emo-angst.
Summary: Set during HBP. Remus spends some time alone in the Burrow's wintery garden, and thinks of Tonks.
Author's Note: Sorry if this is bad...
Cold
The Burrow was a warm and friendly place that was especially full of people at Christmas time. Remus had been so comfortable there that he had almost forgotten he doesn't have a home. Molly and Arthur had insisted that he is always welcome in their humble home, and Molly in particular had plied him with food ever since he got here two days ago. His new gauntness was received with looks of surprise and horror, and Bill's conviction that "if you turned sideways, you'd disappear" is enough to make sure he can't even think of hunger before there's food in front of him again.
Yet there was something missing from this little paradise, and being out in the garden instead of by the fire demonstrated it most clearly. The freezing wind whipped his hair and clothing and tickled his cheeks (or what is left of them), and though the chilliness was painful he was used to it from so much time with the pack. Perhaps he belonged outside in the cold.
There was not only physical warmth missing from his life, there was emotional warmth. He cared about all these people and they cared about him, but none of them really loved him. It was not something he really cared about for a while; after his mother died, he existed peacefully without any love in the world. Then Sirius, someone who probably would be heartbroken if Remus were killed, returned and was killed himself before they could really re-establish things. But in that same amount of time, in fact less than that amount of time, she had fallen in love with him. The only person who truly loved him now was Tonks. And he loved her just as much, for everything that she was just as she kept proclaiming she felt for him. She was young and bright-eyed and bright-hair and had plump, rosy cheeks. She was everything he wasn't, and they were both better off apart. Even if, now, he felt like the Burrow's garden-cold and empty.
As Boxing Day closed and Christmas was dying off, Remus wanted her more than anything. The plants here were going to grow again some day. Why had he turned her away? Why was he punishing himself like this?
She deserved it, that was why. The old must die for the young to live, and that was their relationship. He was an old plant in the frost while she was a flower waiting to blossom. He could not ruin her.
A knock came from behind him. Arthur Weasley had opened the window from indoors;
"Aren't you cold out there, Remus?"
"Yes." Remus replied. “I’m freezing.”
Author:
carnivalgirl
Format & Word Count: Drabble, 443 words.
Rating: G
Prompt: Prompt 18, cold
Warning: Emo-angst.
Summary: Set during HBP. Remus spends some time alone in the Burrow's wintery garden, and thinks of Tonks.
Author's Note: Sorry if this is bad...
Cold
The Burrow was a warm and friendly place that was especially full of people at Christmas time. Remus had been so comfortable there that he had almost forgotten he doesn't have a home. Molly and Arthur had insisted that he is always welcome in their humble home, and Molly in particular had plied him with food ever since he got here two days ago. His new gauntness was received with looks of surprise and horror, and Bill's conviction that "if you turned sideways, you'd disappear" is enough to make sure he can't even think of hunger before there's food in front of him again.
Yet there was something missing from this little paradise, and being out in the garden instead of by the fire demonstrated it most clearly. The freezing wind whipped his hair and clothing and tickled his cheeks (or what is left of them), and though the chilliness was painful he was used to it from so much time with the pack. Perhaps he belonged outside in the cold.
There was not only physical warmth missing from his life, there was emotional warmth. He cared about all these people and they cared about him, but none of them really loved him. It was not something he really cared about for a while; after his mother died, he existed peacefully without any love in the world. Then Sirius, someone who probably would be heartbroken if Remus were killed, returned and was killed himself before they could really re-establish things. But in that same amount of time, in fact less than that amount of time, she had fallen in love with him. The only person who truly loved him now was Tonks. And he loved her just as much, for everything that she was just as she kept proclaiming she felt for him. She was young and bright-eyed and bright-hair and had plump, rosy cheeks. She was everything he wasn't, and they were both better off apart. Even if, now, he felt like the Burrow's garden-cold and empty.
As Boxing Day closed and Christmas was dying off, Remus wanted her more than anything. The plants here were going to grow again some day. Why had he turned her away? Why was he punishing himself like this?
She deserved it, that was why. The old must die for the young to live, and that was their relationship. He was an old plant in the frost while she was a flower waiting to blossom. He could not ruin her.
A knock came from behind him. Arthur Weasley had opened the window from indoors;
"Aren't you cold out there, Remus?"
"Yes." Remus replied. “I’m freezing.”