Just a little drabble I whipped up on a sudden spark of inspiration. Aren't they just so sweet together? :3 Enjoy!
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Blue.
It was all he could think when he looked into her eyes. They weren't like the sky or the stars even the ocean that panned out before them underneath their feet as they sat on the edge of the cliff by her uncle's cottage, away from prying eyes and the loud boisterous laughter of their families.
No- they were just blue- but at the same time, they were so, so much more than that. Her eyes were deeper than the clear blue of the midday sky, sparkled with a brightness that was brighter than the stars, and far too clear to be the never-ending waves of the dark ocean before them.
Her eyes were the windows to her soul- dimmed and grey when she was upset- like blue fire had burned out, left only ashes and ember in its wake; yet when she was smiling… they were so vivid- so beautiful… so alive when sapphire flames danced in her eyes as a tinkling, summery laugh left those ruby red lips.
Red.
Oh how they haunted his dreams at night- those redred lips that called his name and laughed and breathed and loved. How he longed to reach out and feel them against his own- so much paler in comparison- so imperfect compared to the stunning ruby red of hers that always seemed just the perfect shade of scarlet- never too dark and never too pale and always just perfect. And yet it was all natural.
Just like those auburn locks-
Bright and flaming against her soft, porcelain skin that was scattered with light freckles that dusted her nose and shimmered in the sunlight. They cascaded over her slender shoulders and down her creamy back in flaming waves (oh how he longed to run his own hands over that hidden skin that disappeared underneath the material of her blueblue dress) - not the trademark Weasley red that was so familiar on so many cousins, no.
But she had her own shade of coppery perfection- darker than the brightbright red of the Weasley genes, and more golden and auburn and bright- and so much more vivid than the sunset that was painted carefully in even brushstrokes across the ocean and sky ahead. He had always found it an insult when she called her own hair just red- because no, it was more than just that. It was always more than just that to him.
And so he told her. And she smiled her sweetsweet smile and her blueblue eyes danced- knowingly, teasingly, lovingly, as he leaned in closer and captured her own ruby red lips with his own- that would always pale in comparison, for the first time, his strong calloused hands running over the small of her creamy porcelain back.
Because compared to his lovely Lily Luna, Teddy Lupin was always just imperfect, and would always be just that- but he was more than willing to stay imperfect so long as it was by her side.
