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
2009-09-12 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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