t h e r e s e ❥ (alongday) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-09-05 00:15:00

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Franksmash!
Alice found some humor in the fact that she'd just put her baby down for a nap, and was now going to go wake up her husband from his. Very little humor, but it was there, and as she sat on the edge of their bed (she'd taken residence on the cot in Neville's room the night before), she wondered if she should give Frank another hour or two to get...whatever it was, out of his system. Alice immediately dismissed the idea; what ever had gotten into Frank last night was not going to be forgotten any time soon.

She let out a breath from her nose and looked down toward the head of her bed, and at her sleeping husband. Alice was sure she'd never seen Frank like that, so---callous, and unmercifully violent. It scared her, she'd admit, and she didn't know what to do about it. Alice had heard all of Frank's ranting and raving about Will Jugson, and while Alice did believe the man's loyalties lied with Lord Voldemort, she didn't...she couldn't understand Frank's obsession. Maybe there was more to it that he didn't let on, or tell her, but she'd never have thought it was have escalated to the scene she'd been witness to last night.

Letting out a breath, Alice stood and moved over to the head of the bed, dropping down again to help pour the reviving potion into Frank's throat. She stayed by his side, hands folded in her lap as she waited for him to wake up. Alice looked straight ahead, her tongue twisting thoughtfully in her mouth.

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__frankish
2009-09-07 08:26 pm UTC (link)

The first thing that Frank realized when he came to was that his head had never felt so swelled. Swelled, exhausted, sore, like he had just run from here to Scotland and back. His arms and legs felt like lead, as if he would never be able to lift them up again because weights upon weights were on them. And his stomach-- it felt like a boiling pot had been resting on it as he slept. This state his body was in might have concerned him if once he opened his eyes they didn't immediately fall to Alice. She simple sight of her sitting next to him caused the last time he had been conscious come slamming back to him.

Frank jumped up, ignoring the pounding pain coming from his forehead while doing so. Where was he, where was he--- Will Jugson. Just the thought of that-- that--- death eater made Frank's temperature rise, and the burning in his chest only expanding faster to the rest of his body. Sitting up stick straight, his gaze on Alice did not loosen in intensity. He knew how he had gotten here, and in this state (after all, his wife was infamous</i> for slipping liquids), but that didn't matter because all of that paled in comparison to the blaringly obvious fact that Jugson had escaped. Because of her.

Frank scowled. "What did you do?" he demanded, his voice anything but one he should be using with anyone, let alone his wife.

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alongday
2009-09-09 12:01 am UTC (link)

Alice's eyes shut at the tone of his voice, but she remained stiff and seated. No, she was not going to let him yell at her, or allow his words to hurt. She had been trying to prepare herself for this version of Frank she'd never seen before, but it had proven difficult. Alice had...she'd seen Frank at his very lowest, but she hadn't seen where his anger could truly take him. She knew Frank was angry, angry at a lot of things, and she couldn't blame him. At the same time, however...her entire being was made out of hope and love for Frank Longbottom, so expecting him to be more than perfect was hard to dismiss.

Her head dropped, eyes still shut as she started her attempt to avoid her husband's eyes for as long as possible. It felt like a terrible thing to reach for, but she did not feel strong enough to handle the glare she knew was coming out of Frank's eyes.

"You were going to kill him," Alice stated. She'd mulled it over all night; there was no way Frank would have let Jugson out of that fight alive.

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__frankish
2009-09-10 06:40 am UTC (link)

"So?" Frank quickly retorted, his eyes turning into two tight slits as he spoke. A vague thought in the back of his mind whispered that what he was thinking, what he was saying was wrong, but--- Frank could barely focus on it. He easily pushed it aside, not caring one bit how Alice would think of him. Too many things were going through his mind, his chaotic mind that kept on going back to one thing: Will Jugson.

Will Jugson was the reason he had been sent to France. Will Jugson, the death eater he had been forced to coexist with for over a year now had known all along who he was, what he had done to him--- just the mere thought of how stupid Frank had been to have something like that completely under his nose for so long was enough to drive him insane. But then--- for that scum to say it out loud--- he deserved to die. He deserved to endure just a few seconds of what Frank had to endure weeks of in France.

How was that far? How was that far, then, that Alice could just come and say--- that he was wrong? Frank was wrong about a lot of things, but he certainly wasn't wrong about this. The least he could do was repay Jugson.

"You have--- no idea!" he let out, finding it even more annoying that she was trying to avoid his gaze. "Right in his due, the least--- he's a fucking death eater! We're allowed to kill any of them that we want, but I can't kill him?"

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alongday
2009-09-12 06:26 pm UTC (link)

"On the field, Frank!" Alice let out, falling stiff at her outburst and forcing herself to go back into her complacent, unsympathetic posture. No, no, she would not allow herself to get riled up over this. She needed to be calm to deal with and understand Frank, if she got loud and fought like she wanted to, it would only make things worse and Alice didn't know if she could deal with that.

She remembered their fights from school, arguments and lashing outs that almost tore them apart forever. They hadn't fought in so long, but it was clear that they both felt very strongly about the topic at hand, but were on completely opposite ideals. Alice was a soft-tempered woman, but when she believed in something it was very hard for her to be dissuaded. But Frank. Her Frank! Alice wanted to believe and trust him with everything, but right now it was so painful to think that he could have these thoughts and feelings and---

"Catch Jugson in the act, and then---then I will understand." Alice continued to stare at the wall, though her breaths had become shorter and her hands gripped tightly at the hem of her shirt.

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__frankish
2009-09-12 07:34 pm UTC (link)

Catch him in the act? Then she would understand? At that, Frank felt his entire body seize up with such an anger it was almost unbearable. "This is the field! Our life is the field!" Frank burst out, his hands flying into the air as he spoke. How could she be so willing to protect Jugson? How? Defend him?

With a sudden realization, Frank felt like this was Black all over again. It felt like they had gone back to sixth year to when all they argued about was Regulus Black (surprise, surprise, another death eater), and here she was just--- making him look like the bad guy. How was that right? Black, Jugson--- horrible people that did horrible things--- but no, Frank was the one that needed to be controlled? He refused to be put through this all over again.

"He is a death eater." Frank spat through his clenched mouth as he spoke. "What is so fucking hard to understand about that? He's killed people, he's attacked us--- who the fuck knows what else! Gideon and Fabian, Dorcas--- Caradoc. Marlie." It wasn't fair for him to bring up their deceased companions, but Frank didn't care. It was right time that he and Alice stopped fooling around, Alice stop only looking at the good in people and keep as many people as they could alive.

"A death eater Alice, the same fucking one that sent me to France!"

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alongday
2009-09-12 08:13 pm UTC (link)

She sucked in a deep breath, her hand going to her chest because it had actually hurt. Alice finally turned to her husband, pain and anger in her eyes. How dare he. She couldn't even register his final statement because she was so--so mad at Frank for thinking that she didn't understand. He had just listed off the names of their friends, he had----Marlie, he had thrown Marlie's name into the mix as if he honestly believed she didn't think they needed to fight harder to help the cause.

"Don't you dare, Frank," she started lowly, her eyes going dark. "Don't you dare talk to me as if I don't have an idea about how----I have a bloody idea!"

Alice stood, suddenly unable to be near him. His words came back to her, and Alice stared at Frank for a moment. France? It had been Jugson? She understood Frank's midnight rage last night, then. If she had just been delivered the news she knew she would not have been able to control herself either, but.

She would have wanted Frank to stop her.

Looking back down at Frank, she shook her head, eyes drifting toward the window once more before she finally settled back on her husband.

"If you think I'm some...some delusional nut job like every body else, Frank, you are sorely mistaken. You were tortured, the love of my life was tortured in France---my best friend was killed in her own home, our---our baby---" Alice felt her throat tighten as her eyes watered, and she wondered how Frank could think that for a second---"Our son's life is in jeopardy because of some fucking prophecy and you think I don't understand?!"

Alice hadn't noticed her voice grow louder, and in the back of her mind she hoped that Neville didn't hear her. God, she never wanted him to see them fight, and that thought caused her to lower her tone, but her voice was still laced with anger, "How could I live with the fact that you were this close to behaving like---one of them? I stopped you from becoming a cold blooded murderer, Frank!"

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__frankish
2009-09-14 06:36 am UTC (link)

"I never said that," Frank interjected quickly, his gaze so hard on her it was impossible to look away. No, he had never seen her this 'delusional' person that so many of their friends perceived her as. They didn't understand, or perhaps cared to sometimes, and Frank had never understood why they should be so easily allowed to judge. Besides Moody, no one really had any idea what they had gone through, what they do go through everyday on the field--- who were anyone to judge when half the Order spent their lives jobless? Let alone spending every second like it could the last?

It irritated him, angered him greatly, many things did about their life and-- it just seemed like it never ended. Why was everyone else granted pieces of normality while they had to sparingly grab for even the smallest of things, like a family dinner? How, how was that fair? Frank took a deep breath, trying his best to hold down the scalding words at the tip of his tongue. But to no avail, they escaped anyway.

"No, I don't! I think you see Jugson everyday as this nice little person at work who really----" At the end of Alice's statement, everything that Frank had been previously thinking completely wiped clean from his mind. Neville (the thought of his son had made his anger curb, and for a few seconds, he almost felt himself taken aback) Alice, Jugson, France--- all meant absolutely nothing at that point. He stared at Alice openly, his face completely frozen as an icy sensation spread across his chest.

He was not one of them. He would never come close to acting like one of them.

The scar on his left forearm gave a sickening tingle, and for the first time in a very long time, Frank's mind went back to the very clear Voldemort's encouraging words about how he and James would make the best death eaters he had ever seen. The icy feeling spread to the rest of his body, and without so much as an indication, Frank smoothly got up from the bed and walked across the room out the door, slamming it shut without even a glance back at his wife.

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