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Word Three: Breathless
Breathless: Without breath or breathing with difficulty. Causing loss of breath. Dead; lifeless. Motionless, or still.
Tonks ran two slender fingers over Remus's scars as he slept.
Normally when in wolf form, he never slept, but when she heard no noise in the early hours of the night she was curious. She had tied her robe tightly, watching as her wedding band caught light from the dim candles, and making sure her robe wasn't too tight around her pregnant belly.
She had unhinged the door to the cellar slowly; carefully. She didn't call out his name; she didn't want to wake him if he was indeed asleep. When she saw him, though, her breath hitched in her throat. When he was a wolf, you could hardly see his breathing. She saw him curled on the floor, bloodied and practically breathless. Her heart sunk, and she walked closer to him. Finally, she had found a small cushion and sat as comfortably as she could on the floor. Very slowly she reached out her hand, wishing it wasn't trembling so badly, and placed her fingers at the beginning of his thin scratch. Sticky blood wet her fingers and she didn't know if it was owed to that or the morning sickness that she felt bile rise up in her stomach.
"Remus," she whispered painfully, wishing he didn't have to go through such torture.
She reached over and draped a blanket over his lower body before pressing a small kiss on the side of his face and standing. She was thankful that she hadn't stirred him, but she couldn't press her luck any longer, Wolfsbane or not. She walked out of the room and only glanced back at him once before turning off the lights.
These nights were lonely.