A/N: Remus and Tonks stare at the moon. short Remus/Tonks drabble.
Submission for:
The '365 Days of Drabbles' Challenge: moon
He looked up at the waxing crescent hanging in the night sky, its glow slightly dulled by the thick black clouds which floated by. How could something so large and magnificent, something so far away and uncaring of the inhabitants of the Earth, inspire so much dread in his heart?
He felt a hand slip into his as soft lips grazed his stubbly cheek, the hair barely hiding a few scars. Others would run, but not her. Never her.
"I'm glad you found me," he whispered, the smell of peppermint lingering around her.
"I'm glad you let me," she said.