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Remus and Tonks for sure. She’s the calm in his storm. She’s bubble and spice, he’s broken and scarred. She’s bright, loud, and wickedly fierce, he’s hidden, smart, alone and playing farce that he is the man and not the monster.
She’s everything he wants to be, everything he needs. She reminds him of his friends, of long bright days, dying someone’s hair pink because they felt like it. He’s smart, thoughtful and reserved.
She’ll burn out much sooner without him.
He’s waking up on a Sunday morning, eyeliner smudge, red lipstick on the pillow next to her, head thumping in pain. He’s the comfort that wraps itself around her, making her tea and toast wasting the day until she’s better. He’s her opposite. She’s his. He pushes her away, she fights back, foot in the door proclaiming to the high heavens his HER hero. She loves him completely.
Monster and man.
She is stubborn, following him out the door as the sun goes down. She is fire, she is sparking, his touch having the power to stifle or explode her. She is passion when he needs it, she is glazed eyes looking up at him from the kitchen counter, stirring her tenth coffee that night as he ambles in — bleeding and exhausted.
They need each other. They complete each other. Age is just a number, she is his light at the end of the tunnel. He is smart words and thoughtfulness when she is blind rage. He loves her each and every face — each and every colour"