children of the mist.

iDK WHERE THIS MEME IS.   @soughtlove !

                A DRUNK DEMON & AND EQUALLY INTOXICATED ANGEL ARE SITTING ON A SOFA ; it almost sounds like the genesis of a perfectly timed joke. A funny joke, if uttered by the proper speaker– but still in no way as amusing as Crowley finds their conversation.

Glancing out the window, Tonks realized the snowstorm was now in full affect. Even if she wanted to chance it, there’s no way they’d make it back into town safely. Not that being locked away here with the man of her dreams any kind of hardship. But she didn’t know what the food stock was like here and how much wood they had. “Okay well - I guess we’ll have to make do then.” Tonks turned towards Remus with a smile on her face, “How about you check wood supply and I’ll check the cupboards and fridge to see if there’s any food?” She brushed her hand on his arm as she walked by him and went to check the inventory. Thankfully they would have enough to last a couple of days.. just in case. Coming back to the main living room she nodded to him, “Well we’ve got enough food to last a couple days.. how’s the wood?”

      THE WIND HOWLED AGAINST THE WINDOWS OF THE CABIN ,  begging to gain entrance through the thin glass. It was a sound all too familiar to Remus’ ears, having spend the fair share of his life in flats worthy of demolition , located in the most miserable parts of towns. However, never before did he share a moment such as this with a person such as Tonks. Though the idea of being stuck there for indefinite time was far from excitable, he honestly wouldn’t want to endure it with anyone but her.

    A cloud of breath escaped the man’s mouth as he nodded at her suggestion to inspect their available resources. The slight touch on his arm didn’t go unnoticed -- in fact, Remus couldn’t help but gaze after her as she disappeared into the kitchen, the humble brush of her fingers still ghosting on the tweed of his coat. He never before realized how much it ACHED to see Tonks leave his sight, even if it was only for a few seconds.

         A modest heater in the living room hinted at the presence of firewood, but the stack of logs next to the source of warmth was awfully small; non-existent, in fact, apart from a few dry twigs. Fortunately, a lack of wood rarely stopped wizard nor witch from creating fire---  folding his hands together so one covered the cracked knuckles of the other , Remus closed his eyes for a brief moment. Soon, tiny flames danced between his fingers, radiating a modest heat which he guided into an empty wine bottle-- one of many that were gathering dust upon a creaky dining table.

   Her voice made him turn his head-- there was some relief visible upon his features, both at her news and presence. “   There’s nothin’ in here. Maybe there’s firewood outside but I figured it wouldn’t be wise t’go out right now. The food is our main priority anyway. ”  A pause;  hesitation. Then he handed her the warm bottle.  “ Are y’cold?  ”

x.

     from   the   back   of   his   head,   she   can   tell   who   it   is.   thank   god,   someone   who   doesn’t   reek   of   being   fake   towards   her.   they’re   all   putting   on   a   show,   but   at   least   with   gilderoy,   it’s   an   HONEST   ONE.

     ❛   how   wonderfully  coincidental   –   burgundy   has   always   been   one   of   my   favorites   on   you.   ❜   she   immediately   draws   closer   to   his   presence.   he   radiates   pure   life,   something  that’s   been   absent   at   this   dull   get  -  together.   ❛   you   are   my  hero.   i   barely   know   a   pour   soul   here.   ❜ 

   THE WINE GLASS IN HIS HANDS CLINKS AGAINST the collection of rings on his fingers-- gold , some embedded with the finest of jewels, collected from all over the planet during his many travels. Frankly, Gilderoy wears them like trophies, each representing another fooled person.  BUT NOT EFFIE , no. She seems to notice things other people don’t--- if it were any other person who dared to poke through his mask, he’d flee, or make them forget.