Heaven With A Smidgen of Marmalade

[cuban_sombrero]

There’s a burn mark on the table, Tonks notices, as she slumps in her chair and sips from her coffee mug. It’s scalding, and she can feel it scraping against her throat, but she doesn’t care, because it’s better to think of heat and pain and cooling charms than choices and mistakes and this baby and him. Gently, she traces the mark with a finger;

Comments

[merryb87]

This was beautifully sad! I really loved it and it was very well written! Thank you for sharing :)

[cuban_sombrero]

Thanks. I'm pleased you liked it.

[sandystarr88]

Loved this piece, it really makes you feel for Tonks.

This line especially:

Tonks doesn’t really understand this, because where have all those years of feminism, and “I don’t need a man,” and raunchy Muggle music about the power of the woman disappeared to, and how can she get them back?

Great job :)

[cuban_sombrero]

Thanks so much; I'm really glad you enjoyed it!

[cuban_sombrero]

Thank you; I'm glad you enjoyed it! ♥

[gilpin25]

I thought I'd read everything at this site over the years, but I must have missed this. Which means I'm very glad it got recc'd as it's lovely - a heart-breaking look at their life before, and how Tonks is struggling to comprehend what's happened now and how she feels. So sad, but so well done!

[cuban_sombrero]

Thanks! It's been that long since I even thought about this fic that I blinked twice when I received comments for it, so...

I'm glad you liked it!