tabitha pryce is a cougar. (savaged) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-01-03 15:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1980-01] january, aaron pryce, tabitha pryce |
Who: Tabitha Pryce & Aaron Pryce's body.
What: Tabitha wakes near her husband's body and makes a decision.
When: 3 January 1980, from early in the morning until late afternoon.
Where: Near the Dark Army camps.
Status: Complete.
Rating: PG.
When Tabitha woke the next morning, she found herself not in the cold holding cell of Azkaban, but in a clearing in the forest -- in her home -- with the sun only just beginning to rise. She sat upright, breathing heavily as she tried to recall the events of last night; Marius had broken her out of prison... they had gone to a town where she had killed a family, and burned down the house... and then... and then the ill feeling washed over her once again as she remembered Marius' words. How could he be gone? She was finally free -- how could he just leave her before she even got to see him again? She looked around, recognising that she was in a familiar clearing, but she wasn't alone -- and her eyes fell upon the dead body of her husband. His chest wasn't moving, he looked pale, and as Tabitha crawled over to him, grass and dirt staining the clean clothes she had just stolen yesterday, she touched his hand with her own and felt none of his comforting warmth. And suddenly, she felt lost. What was she supposed to do now? Everything had always been for Aaron. With Aaron. He had been her life, and now that he was gone, what did that make her? Tabitha reached up with a surprising tenderness to stroke his cheek with the palm of her hand, and she wished that she hadn't washed the blood off her body so he would wake up and tell her she was beautiful again. Her lips twisted into an ugly, angry snarl -- whoever did this to her husband would pay. No matter how long it took, no matter how many people she had to kill, she swore that she would have the killer's heart torn from their chest with her bare hands. She found herself crying, hunched over Aaron's body and feeling raw and vulnerable to the world. It had been a long time since she has felt like this, so human and weak, and the last time she could remember feeling this broken was the day their right were stripped from them by the Ministry, the day they were treated like animals and beasts. She was better than this -- she knew she was stronger, but she felt as if the ground beneath her feet had vanished and there was nothing left to hold onto. But Aaron wasn't here to be her anchor anymore. Tabitha stayed with him for several hours, curled up at his side and wishing it didn't feel so cold. The sun was directly above her when she finally had the strength to move again, moving away from her husband's body -- away from their life, away from everything they had shared together. Feeling detached and numb, as if she were someone else entirely, Tabitha considered what she should do with his body. She didn't want to just leave him here out in the open, and she knew he would not have wanted to be returned to his family -- but where could he be buried? Selfishly, she didn't want to allow anyone else to properly mourn him. She didn't want to bring him back to the camp and see everyone gawk and stare at his body. No -- he would be buried right here, in a place where they had grown accustomed to and made their new home, in the savage wild of the forest. It was open, untamed, and free. For a moment, Tabitha considered returning to camp to get someone to help her dig the grave, but she quickly changed her mind, deciding to do it herself. She picked a spot in the centre of the clearing, farthest away from the trees to begin digging, dirtying her hands as she pulled up the grass and soil with her hands. She resorted to using sharp rocks and sticks when she reached soil that was harder to dig up with just her hands, and by the time she was finished digging the grave with several breaks in between, the sun now directly above her in the sky. Covered in dirt and sweat, she climbed out of the shallow grave to look upon her husband for the last time. She bent down, placing a brief kiss on his cold lips, and almost as an afterthought, she unlatched the necklace from around his neck to slip into her pocket. There was no need to keep him tracked any longer. Tabitha used what strength she had left to carefully lower Aaron into the grave she had dug for him, but she could barely bring herself to gaze at his body any longer once he was inside. She didn't want to see his body as she started to bury him. She started to refill the grave with soil -- a much easier task than digging one, although no less draining. Once the grave was filled again she pat down the earth, and then began to collect large rocks to cover the grave with to try and stop animals from attempting to dig him back up. It took every ounce of her will to pull herself away from Aaron's grave, but found it difficult to turn away. This was it. Once she walked away from his grave, she felt like that would make it final; she would not be able to turn back around and see him standing there waiting for her, alive and well, as if she had not spent the better part of the day burying her own husband. She didn't speak a word, not wanting her statements or questions to meet nothing but silence in return and, finally turning her back on the grave, she ran back to Fenrir's camp where her empty tent was waiting for her. Tabitha would have her retribution, and she would make them all bleed. |