It was truly a very quiet affair.
With the war brewing right beneath their feet, with all the lives lost and the emotional turmoil they'd both been through these recent months, Remus and Tonks needed nothing more than a bit of peace. It had come as an increasingly familiar shock to know that he could never invite Sirius, to realize that none of his friends would be standing near with their wide grins and warm eyes, to be reminded that all of his friends were dead. It was a cruel thought that almost made him frown as he stood next to Tonks, donning her usual clothes ("I do not do dresses, Remus.") with her hair shaded a light brown.
She often liked to change it, but she'd kept both the short style and the color for a long while now; he wondered if it had anything to do with her mood, but quickly dismissed the idea as she glanced up at him, smiling in such a way that it put his mind at ease. Her dark eyes were oceans he could get lost in, his escape in the darkest of times; it was only natural that they marry, after all they'd suffered together.
They were bonded, then, and it felt to Remus like the beginning of something wonderful, the wizards and witches from the local tavern smiling with the natural, infectious joys that overwhelms a person at a wedding, and yet he still feared that he might have brought a life of unrest upon Tonks. He was a werewolf-that fact would forever haunt them-and the knowledge that they wouldn't be easily accepted by others around them was a weighty, burdening thing settling itself upon his shoulders.
And yet, he didn't mind it so much as Tonks wound her warm fingers within his own, as she smiled up at him with the bright glint of happiness in her loving gaze. He didn't mind the future; he didn't mind the war.
He didn't mind much of anything in that moment, actually.
All he cared about was the press of her palm against his as a few of the townsfolk clapped and cheered good-naturedly around them. Tonks was everything to him, and despite his cursed youth and lonely life, he felt as if he might just be the luckiest man alive.
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