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Nov. 6th, 2004 01:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clumsy_aurorTonks makes it back to her room in the House of Arch before the tears start in earnest.
She sits on the edge of her bed, surrounded by the bright colours of her room, and the sobs wrack her body. Somewhere along the line that night, her hair had lost its bright colour; now it is not a cheery pink, but nor is it a foreboding black. Just a dull, flat, pale shade that hardly catches the light.
There is too much to think about.
Crowley. The disgust on his face as he'd released her wrist. The bottom dropping out of her stomach as she'd backed away from him. She hadn't been able to stop herself from saying those awful things, from hitting him, and she is mortally afraid the two of them will never be the same again. The truce that they'd made is fragile, and his cold tone still cuts her to the quick.
And then, Sirius. He had been there, and he had remembered, and he had healed Bernard. More than Bernard. She feels an ache inside her melt away, a twinge that has been connected with her thoughts of Sirius for fifteen years. She sees Remus' expression in her mind's eye, utterly raw and open, and knows how much the good-bye had meant to him, as well.
Tonks is furious and calm and heartbroken and whole all at once, and she wonders if it would not just be easier to break in two. But instead, she wraps herself in the camouflage of her bright red comforter, and falls into a mercifully dreamless sleep.
She sits on the edge of her bed, surrounded by the bright colours of her room, and the sobs wrack her body. Somewhere along the line that night, her hair had lost its bright colour; now it is not a cheery pink, but nor is it a foreboding black. Just a dull, flat, pale shade that hardly catches the light.
There is too much to think about.
Crowley. The disgust on his face as he'd released her wrist. The bottom dropping out of her stomach as she'd backed away from him. She hadn't been able to stop herself from saying those awful things, from hitting him, and she is mortally afraid the two of them will never be the same again. The truce that they'd made is fragile, and his cold tone still cuts her to the quick.
And then, Sirius. He had been there, and he had remembered, and he had healed Bernard. More than Bernard. She feels an ache inside her melt away, a twinge that has been connected with her thoughts of Sirius for fifteen years. She sees Remus' expression in her mind's eye, utterly raw and open, and knows how much the good-bye had meant to him, as well.
Tonks is furious and calm and heartbroken and whole all at once, and she wonders if it would not just be easier to break in two. But instead, she wraps herself in the camouflage of her bright red comforter, and falls into a mercifully dreamless sleep.
