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Drabble: Downward Plunge (Rufus/Tonks)
Title: Downward Plunge
Pairing: Rufus/Tonks
Prompt: Unidentified flying object
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 136
Summary: Tonks muses over the night of the Ministry ball; the world turns in some unappetizing ways.
Author's Notes: See, I haven’t given up on this completely! Reading the previous drabbles is necessary; the links are in my prompt table.
Link to Prompt Table: [link]
Sometimes Tonks wonders who else knows. After all, it was just one time – just once, against the wall, a dalliance of lips and teeth and alcohol – and ever since then she and Scrimgeour have avoided the topic the best they can, carrying on with their lunch dates like usual. But it’s just so tense. Everything is fake. Their smiles and conversations and her complaints about all that damned paperwork are haunted by the ghost of the Ministry ball: one night, two lusts, no words spoken. She watches him, though, and sometimes she thinks he steals glances at her. It all feels so obvious.
Sometimes she wishes someone else knew. She’s lonely and heartsick, and the oncoming shadow of the Dark is tainting her formerly happy world. And all she really wants is someone to talk to.
Pairing: Rufus/Tonks
Prompt: Unidentified flying object
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 136
Summary: Tonks muses over the night of the Ministry ball; the world turns in some unappetizing ways.
Author's Notes: See, I haven’t given up on this completely! Reading the previous drabbles is necessary; the links are in my prompt table.
Link to Prompt Table: [link]
Sometimes Tonks wonders who else knows. After all, it was just one time – just once, against the wall, a dalliance of lips and teeth and alcohol – and ever since then she and Scrimgeour have avoided the topic the best they can, carrying on with their lunch dates like usual. But it’s just so tense. Everything is fake. Their smiles and conversations and her complaints about all that damned paperwork are haunted by the ghost of the Ministry ball: one night, two lusts, no words spoken. She watches him, though, and sometimes she thinks he steals glances at her. It all feels so obvious.
Sometimes she wishes someone else knew. She’s lonely and heartsick, and the oncoming shadow of the Dark is tainting her formerly happy world. And all she really wants is someone to talk to.
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