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Unwilling and Unable (PG, Charlie/Tonks)
Leaving this here for the moment... I don't know if I like it yet or if there's anything before it... or what...
Title: Unwilling and Unable
Characters: Charlie/Tonks
Prompt: 3 - Glass Moon at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
7spells
Word Count: 538
Rating: PG
His heart beats faster when he sees her. Sometimes, he only has to turn away from her, turn back and feel as if he’s going to explode from the emotions of seeing her yet again. His... yet not his.
“I love him,” she cried into his shoulder when he took her out for dinner to catch up on what the other had been doing. He told himself he was being a good friend by not telling her that he knew what had happened. If she didn’t bring it up, he wasn’t going to press. When she did finally mention his name, over a beautifully presented Raspberry Crème Brule that tasted of sawdust when he finally got around to eating it, he fought to keep the smile on his face.
Friends. Just friends, he reminded himself as the pain in his head concentrated over his left eye. All his stress landed there until he was forced to take the potion he’d gotten from the clinic in Romania. They called it a migraine and the Healer had been fascinated with the Muggle trauma manifesting itself in his body. Made sense, he had thought that day as he stared at the ceiling of the darkened room, that Arthur Weasley’s son would suffer this way.
“What should I do?” she asked when the crying jag was over and she’d composed herself once again. Because her eyes always told him how she really felt, who she really was, he concentrated on only looking at them. Did the one she loved know that there was something in her eyes that never truly changed? That if you looked hard enough, you’d never truly lose her in a crowd because her smile always got wider on the right? Did he know her that well?
Since he couldn’t very well tell her, “Love me instead,” and not give away feelings he wasn’t all that sure about, he opted to instead shrug. There was nothing he could say because it either sent her running after the man he knew was all wrong for her or sounding completely inane.
“You need someone who will love you with his whole heart,” he told her as they parted ways under the streetlamp. She’d refused his offer to walk her to her doorway. It was probably for the best as he wondered if he could keep himself from pushing his way through her door. Demanding that he leave would be as bad as hearing her confess her love for another man.
“Do you think he’s out there?” She was so wistful, her eyes silver under the artificial light. It was like they were alone in the circle of light made just for them, even out here in the busy city street.
“I’m positive.” He moved forward, keeping his eyes trained on hers, getting close enough that their breath mingled together.
His glass moon failed him, choosing that moment to flicker and die so they were surrounded once again by the oppressive gloom the city was so good at creating. He let her walk away, her head hanging down so her hair obscured her haunted eyes, wishing he had let the dragons burn him to a crisp instead of coming back here to be too near her once again.
Title: Unwilling and Unable
Characters: Charlie/Tonks
Prompt: 3 - Glass Moon at
7spellsWord Count: 538
Rating: PG
His heart beats faster when he sees her. Sometimes, he only has to turn away from her, turn back and feel as if he’s going to explode from the emotions of seeing her yet again. His... yet not his.
“I love him,” she cried into his shoulder when he took her out for dinner to catch up on what the other had been doing. He told himself he was being a good friend by not telling her that he knew what had happened. If she didn’t bring it up, he wasn’t going to press. When she did finally mention his name, over a beautifully presented Raspberry Crème Brule that tasted of sawdust when he finally got around to eating it, he fought to keep the smile on his face.
Friends. Just friends, he reminded himself as the pain in his head concentrated over his left eye. All his stress landed there until he was forced to take the potion he’d gotten from the clinic in Romania. They called it a migraine and the Healer had been fascinated with the Muggle trauma manifesting itself in his body. Made sense, he had thought that day as he stared at the ceiling of the darkened room, that Arthur Weasley’s son would suffer this way.
“What should I do?” she asked when the crying jag was over and she’d composed herself once again. Because her eyes always told him how she really felt, who she really was, he concentrated on only looking at them. Did the one she loved know that there was something in her eyes that never truly changed? That if you looked hard enough, you’d never truly lose her in a crowd because her smile always got wider on the right? Did he know her that well?
Since he couldn’t very well tell her, “Love me instead,” and not give away feelings he wasn’t all that sure about, he opted to instead shrug. There was nothing he could say because it either sent her running after the man he knew was all wrong for her or sounding completely inane.
“You need someone who will love you with his whole heart,” he told her as they parted ways under the streetlamp. She’d refused his offer to walk her to her doorway. It was probably for the best as he wondered if he could keep himself from pushing his way through her door. Demanding that he leave would be as bad as hearing her confess her love for another man.
“Do you think he’s out there?” She was so wistful, her eyes silver under the artificial light. It was like they were alone in the circle of light made just for them, even out here in the busy city street.
“I’m positive.” He moved forward, keeping his eyes trained on hers, getting close enough that their breath mingled together.
His glass moon failed him, choosing that moment to flicker and die so they were surrounded once again by the oppressive gloom the city was so good at creating. He let her walk away, her head hanging down so her hair obscured her haunted eyes, wishing he had let the dragons burn him to a crisp instead of coming back here to be too near her once again.