The Many Shades Of Romance
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, names and locations belong to J.K. Rowling. I own nothing that you recognize.
Written for Amber's Weekly Drabble Competition, Week 1
Difficulty level: hard / write something fluffy about your NOTP.
Prompts: Dialogue: "Don't worry. I've got you." / Color: navy blue
He became aware of her movements, slowly at first, as the light bled into the darkness. That was when he noticed, delicate strands of navy blue brushing against his cheek, her voice calling him home.
She had always used the color blue in an effort to soothe his pain, easing the weariness that spread throughout his body. She'd heard that it had a calming effect, and when you were married to a werewolf you needed evey advantage you could get.
"Don't worry. I've got you," she murmured, draping his arm around her shoulders.
Remus groaned, staggering as he leaned against her for support. His vision cleared, and when he turned he noticed deep blue curls trailing down her back, mirroring the color of her eyes.
"Forgive me," Remus muttered, his voice strained and hoarse. "I don't mean to be such a burden."
"Nonsense," Tonks replied, shifting position so that she could help him up the stairs. "I don't ever want you to think of it like that. Not for one second. You hear me, Remus?"
It was at that point when the melody of crickets was interrupted by the sound of laughter, the werewolf chuckling at her scolding tone. He managed to force a faint smile on his face before a sudden pain caused him to double over in the doorway.
"Just don't drop me," Remus wheezed, his bruised ribs still aching from the night before.
He clutched at a stitch in his side, taking slow, measured breaths until the pain began to subside. It was only with his wife's help that he managed to make it through the door, his strength failing as she lowered him onto the couch.
His senses dulled, he was barely aware of the gentle weight that settled in his lap. With it came a sense of comfort, of warmth spreading throughout his tired limbs, her love rescuing him from the cold.
"What...?" Remus opened his eyes, not realizing that he had dozed off, and saw a blue blanket covering him from his chest down.
"Care for a hot beverage?" his wife cooed, taking a seat on the footstool. She had in her hands a silver tray with two steaming mugs of hot cocoa, the one on the right dotted with a handful of miniature marshmallows.
Remus sat up slowly, noting the color of the mug she offered him. It was the same shade of blue as her hair and eyes, the same as he'd seen in his dreams.
Sometimes all he could remember were colors, dreaming in one particular shade whenever he closed his eyes. These colors were unique, they were her own. But most of all they represented what he meant to her. They were a symbol of her affection, watery hues and earthen tones melding in the depths of winter as he lifted the mug to his lips.
"Thank you," he said, pausing after the first sip. "I'm feeling a little better now."
Tonks smiled pleasantly, moving to sit beside him on the couch. Together they shared in a moment of bliss, relaxing in front of the flickering firelight as the snows accumulated outside.