a double drabble for etrangere

[bronze_ribbons]

Je crois qu'il fait déjà le 11 septembre en france... Alors, joyeux anniversaire, Mlle. etrangere!


Title: Au pied des échelles
Pairing: Tonks/Ginny; Snape/Lupin mentioned
Words: 200
Rating: PG
A/N: The title comes from Yves Bonnefoy's translation of "The Circus Animals' Desertion":

Vieilles marmites, vieilles bouteilles, boîte cassée,
Vieux fer, vieux os et nippes, et à la caisse
Cette souillon qui délire. Mon échelle est tombée,
Et je dois mourir là, au pied des échelles,
Dans le bazar de défroques du coeur.

It was never going to matter where they were, Ginny reflected, as she mopped up the milk: if there was something to spill or stumble over, Tonks's hands or feet would manage to collide with it, regardless of whether they were in Scotland or France. Bottles, kettles, bits of litter... they had all misread Lupin's equilibrium, Ginny mused: he hadn't possessed infinite reserves of patience. He'd simply had nothing left, even though he had continued to watch and listen with the same steadfast courtesy he'd always exhibited. Watching him come back to life as he tended Snape's shattered body had been infinitely illuminating and utterly wrenching: seeing the two together, Tonks had murmured, "This dream itself had all my thought and love."

"Shakespeare?" Ginny had asked.

"No. Some bloke named Yeats," Tonks had answered. "Remus used to quote him now and then when he'd had too much."

Too much hadn't been words Ginny associated with Lupin; if anyone had been vibrantly, enthrallingly too much, it had always been Tonks. But now, here they were, two shadows lingering in a cafe near the Seine.

"What will you do next?" Ginny said.

Tonks's eyes were so weary. "Now that my ladder's gone..."

Comments

[etrangere.livejournal.com]

Oh, merci ! merci ! minuit passé de la demi, indeed ^^

That's gorgeous, and heartbreaking. And I love the poetry too, didn't know it before so thanks for making me read it. Fits all of them so well. Beautiful

[mechaieh.livejournal.com]

Je vous en prie, cherie. Hope you have a lovely day and a fabulous year ahead. :-)

[catrinella.livejournal.com]

Only you, my dear. Yeats to France to HP, and it all works so beautifully.