Title: Surprises
Word Count:875
Rating: Rish
Warnings: Mentions of sex and character death
Summary: He wonders if she will ever stop surprising him.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE.
He wonders if she will ever stop surprising him.
She seems to always color outside the lines of life, infinitely unable to stay inside the box and it is delicious. He wonders if he will ever get bored of a thousand eye colors across the dinner table, all dancing with emotions for his reading pleasure… or if he will ever tier of looking across the pillow to a rainbow of hair colors every morning he wakes up, worry and weight run away with the sharing of his pillow with her many different noses.
He doubts that his heart will ever stop it’s skipping as she tumbles down stairs, trips over umbrella stands and loses battles with untied shoes only to sail as gracefully as anyone he’s ever known, into his arms. A second thought of how many beats his hearts has missed, how many has she stolen?
No matter how many times she twists her face and molds her body, he is surprised to note how he still loves each form. Whether she is withered and old or twelve and sprightly… he can not ignore his pull to be near her.
And when he asks her if she will have him, while they are sitting in a park not far from his old flat, he is surprised when she says no; Looks him straight in the eye and presses her fingertips against his lips, only to tell him the real question is will they have each other? The only thing more amazing is the relinquishing of her last name, his surprise paramount. But she only smiles and tugs at his hand, saying that Mrs. Lupin will make up for her horrid given name… that his name is the only name that holds much purchase.
He is also surprised at her aptitude to make him laugh in sex. She could be a million different people beneath the dustings of sheets, and yet she alone is enough to captivate him for eternity. Her ability to make him melt into her with one kiss and burn with a fire all consuming in the next staggers his senses, because he has never been so pleasantly surprised to find someone whom he’d rather spend all day in bed with and simultaneously believe that her tongue is only half as talented as her heart.
The inflection in her voice catches him off guard in the best of times… how only his name said from her lips can make his body and mind react in a multitude of ways and he can only hang on for the ride. Although he knows the power of her voice, feels it in his veins and goose bumps, it still surprises him how he could know; just by the way her voice swings and hits the most perfect note on the second syllable of his name that they are going to have a child together.
Her infectious joy steam rolls him. Out of gloom and despair, old and dangerous; he is ripped away from his silly insecurities by her mischief and her cheek. She is always there to laugh the destruction from his bones and save his world… their world.
Her love, he thinks, is a force not to be reckoned with. She is a phenomenon all her own, because every time he leaves she only shakes her head and sticks out her tongue. His confused heart and overbearing mind seems to unscramble every time, because it is never the same. She has never made the same argument twice, and she has never once failed to convince him. And even when he leaves her with their unborn child, he is surprised to note that tears to not fall from her eyes. She just smiles and kisses the creases of his mouth… he is always surprised to note how she never fails to know he is coming back.
He is not surprised though, to see her barreling her way towards him on the battle field; her determination so intense on her face that he can not even comprehend the speed at which she sends and block spells without even looking at her attacker until she reaches him. He does not tell her to go home, because he knows she will only roll her eyes at his foolishness. Although they are fighting for their lives and the life of their son, he can not help but be captivated by her fierceness. His revenge for lost love ones can not match her love for those she still has.
And when the bright jet of green light, sent from the same creature who took his Padfoot, hits her in the shoulder… he is surprised to see the light not die from her eyes like a cheap muggle match. No, it dances like a thousand waves and she fights the rapid loss of her life. And he is equally surprised when she manages to say ‘I love you’ before his own death curse hits his leaning form, and he lands next to her… their hands almost touching.
But what holds the most surprise in all that is Nymphadora Lupin is her ability, even in death, to make husband fall more in love with her at every moment of their shared existence.
