A/N: Written for my darling wifey Amber; HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

In the spirit of our relationship, which consists of us bullying each other into writing odd things, I have decided to gift you with drabbles (because I am very jealous of your drabbling ability and you know this) using pairings I've never written before (because you are always making me try new things).

So here you are, lovely. The first of five random pairings: GinnyAstoria!

everything - ginnyastoria

Your husband wears pride in the set of his shoulders and hers wears shame in the space between his, and she thinks you don't understand how that feels.

"He's nothing anymore," she says quietly, eyes turned down to the hands curled like claws in her lap. "We're nothing anymore."

"No one is," you say, because if the war has taught you anything, it's that everything and everyone is fleeting and if you'd all stop worrying so much – stop caring so much – everything would be so much easier. Everything is nothing.

"Shhh," you whisper, fingers tracing the insides of her wrists, nails drawing along pale blue veins in palest, palest skin. "There's only nothing here."

And you kiss her, soft as anything, and your arm snakes around her waist, feeling the silk of her dress against your skin, feeling the silk of her skin against your dress, and everything is a rush of soft, desperate kisses and tearstained cheeks and she whispers something that might be this is nothing or this is everything or maybe even I love you.

There is music outside, voices and chatter and noise, a Ministry ball that carries on without you both, and yet her gentle breaths and soft whispers are the only things you hear.

"It has to get better," she says. "It has to."

"Maybe it will, maybe it won't," you murmur against her collarbone. "Does it really matter?"

"No," she says, and, even though you know she means yesyesyes, it's okay. It's okay.

Because that no means nothing and that yes means nothing and even better means nothing, and this right here, skin against skin, hope against hope, broken wife against broken wife...

This is everything.

(And you fucking hate it.)