Note: This is part of a series of little bursts of Neville and Luna goodness (NLG), and all my NLG is backstory for the epic 'Supposed Happiness' by MoonCroww. If you want to fully understand the whole situation and future events … toddle over and check it out. Thanks. ~Lady Roxyeth, Dragonsbane
Clouds Etched With Silver
Sat.07.Feb.2004
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He was snoring quietly when her eyes opened and she smiled. His snores weren't an intrusive racket, but soft, low rumblings at regular intervals that lulled her to sleep at night. She glanced across the room to the window; it was still dark outside. Looking back to her husband, she shook him slightly.
"Neville? Wake up," she whispered.
An incoherent noise answered her and she got up on her knees beside him.
"Come on, Neville, let's watch the sun rise," Luna tried again.
He mumbled something into the pillow he was gripping in his arms, but his eyes never opened. She grumbled playfully and got out of bed, walking around to his side. Poking his bare shoulder, she called his name again.
He didn't answer this time and she rolled her eyes but looked out the window to notice that the sky had lightened some. Grabbing hold of a corner of the blanket, Luna tore it from the bed and tossed it across the room. Neville squinted one eye at his wife.
"Give me that back," he said, groggily. "I'm cold."
She merely smiled at him and he sighed, closing his eye and adjusting the pillow in his arms. Luna attempted to get the pillow away from him and a tug-of-war ensued. She was laughing and he almost pulled her back into the bed, but she took a few steps backward and Neville lost his balance, falling to the hardwood floor.
"Oh," she gasped, trying to suppress her laughter as she knelt next to him and he smiled crookedly at her.
"Can you tell me why I'm on the floor?"
"The sun is going to rise soon," she told him simply.
Neville chuckled to himself and she pulled him to his feet. He stretched and rubbed his eyes with a yawn. Luna went to the dresser and found one of his undershirts, handing it to him.
"Come on, honey, let's go watch the sun rise," she urged, putting on one of Neville's sweaters over her nightgown as he sorted out the holes on the t-shirt. She reached out and tugged the shirt over his head and he looked at her bemusedly.
"Are you going to dress me?" he asked.
"No, this is fine. Let's go."
Luna grasped his hand and pulled him out of the bedroom and apartment to the stairs at the front of the building. There was a small park across the road that gave them a clear perspective. He shivered slightly, wishing he'd worn something with longer sleeves when the cold October air hit him and his toes wriggled against the stone, but he sat down next to her on the top step. She hooked her arm in his, lacing their fingers, and nestled against him, loving the way they fit together perfectly and the way he was always warm. Neville watched her with a small smile and kissed the top of her head.
"Look, Neville," she breathed, as the horizon began to blossom red. He rested his cheek on her soft blonde hair and together they watched the red fade to a brilliant pink and then to a soft orange. Taking her hand, he brought her fingers to his lips and kissed the tips. Her eyes widened and she squeezed his hand as the sun began to appear. Neville released her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer and turning his gaze upward.
"The clouds are beautiful," he remarked.
"Etched with silver," Luna agreed in her faraway voice. He smiled and, again, placed a light kiss on her hair.
©2004 – Roxanne L. Martin, Writings From Behind The Red Door
Clouds Etched With Silver
Sat.07.Feb.2004
***
He was snoring quietly when her eyes opened and she smiled. His snores weren't an intrusive racket, but soft, low rumblings at regular intervals that lulled her to sleep at night. She glanced across the room to the window; it was still dark outside. Looking back to her husband, she shook him slightly.
"Neville? Wake up," she whispered.
An incoherent noise answered her and she got up on her knees beside him.
"Come on, Neville, let's watch the sun rise," Luna tried again.
He mumbled something into the pillow he was gripping in his arms, but his eyes never opened. She grumbled playfully and got out of bed, walking around to his side. Poking his bare shoulder, she called his name again.
He didn't answer this time and she rolled her eyes but looked out the window to notice that the sky had lightened some. Grabbing hold of a corner of the blanket, Luna tore it from the bed and tossed it across the room. Neville squinted one eye at his wife.
"Give me that back," he said, groggily. "I'm cold."
She merely smiled at him and he sighed, closing his eye and adjusting the pillow in his arms. Luna attempted to get the pillow away from him and a tug-of-war ensued. She was laughing and he almost pulled her back into the bed, but she took a few steps backward and Neville lost his balance, falling to the hardwood floor.
"Oh," she gasped, trying to suppress her laughter as she knelt next to him and he smiled crookedly at her.
"Can you tell me why I'm on the floor?"
"The sun is going to rise soon," she told him simply.
Neville chuckled to himself and she pulled him to his feet. He stretched and rubbed his eyes with a yawn. Luna went to the dresser and found one of his undershirts, handing it to him.
"Come on, honey, let's go watch the sun rise," she urged, putting on one of Neville's sweaters over her nightgown as he sorted out the holes on the t-shirt. She reached out and tugged the shirt over his head and he looked at her bemusedly.
"Are you going to dress me?" he asked.
"No, this is fine. Let's go."
Luna grasped his hand and pulled him out of the bedroom and apartment to the stairs at the front of the building. There was a small park across the road that gave them a clear perspective. He shivered slightly, wishing he'd worn something with longer sleeves when the cold October air hit him and his toes wriggled against the stone, but he sat down next to her on the top step. She hooked her arm in his, lacing their fingers, and nestled against him, loving the way they fit together perfectly and the way he was always warm. Neville watched her with a small smile and kissed the top of her head.
"Look, Neville," she breathed, as the horizon began to blossom red. He rested his cheek on her soft blonde hair and together they watched the red fade to a brilliant pink and then to a soft orange. Taking her hand, he brought her fingers to his lips and kissed the tips. Her eyes widened and she squeezed his hand as the sun began to appear. Neville released her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer and turning his gaze upward.
"The clouds are beautiful," he remarked.
"Etched with silver," Luna agreed in her faraway voice. He smiled and, again, placed a light kiss on her hair.
©2004 – Roxanne L. Martin, Writings From Behind The Red Door
