tabitha pryce is a cougar. (savaged) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-05-23 03:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1980-05] may, amycus carrow, tabitha pryce |
Who: Amycus Carrow & Tabitha Pryce.
What: Are totally not hanging out.
When: 22 May 1980, sometime early evening.
Where: In Tabitha's tent at the Dark Army camp.
Status: Complete.
Rating: PG-13.
For all that he loved to complain about how exposed the Gairloch crew were exposed to the elements, Amycus realised that the band of terrorists had it relatively easy. Looking around Tabitha's domain, he decided that he'd had e-buggering-nough of bloody tents. Tents and camping and wildlife -- his dingy old flat sounded like a prince's palace in comparison, and he would like to go back now, please. Well. Perhaps not now. Now he was having enough fun to override his natural tendency to hanker over creature comforts. Play-acting after getting hauled back in from the previous session with the fearsome leader of Voldemort's Dark Army was easy enough, though it'd heartened him to see that Amelia wasn't getting off easy either; and this? Well, getting out of the stinking tent their hosts must've reserved especially for their prey, such that they were, was a bit of a relief. Besides, Tabitha was always fun. "Our poor cook," he began, swiping the tip of his tongue over the split lip he'd been dealt the day before. "So brave of her not to spill any secrets!" Tabitha replied cheerfully, obviously feeling much more at home in the wilderness than Amycus was. After living so much of her life in the great outdoors, she'd grown used to it. "And now she gets to go home with some pretty souvenirs on her pretty little face. I warned her I'd have to start biting if she wasn't interested in cooperating. I'll make sure to keep all her limbs on, though, don't worry -- wouldn't want you to starve without anyone to cook the food. Do you want to watch or wait outside while I interrogate her again?" she asked, knowing not everyone had the stomach for blood like she did (and quite literally, too). Then again, Amycus might think it would be fun to watch, so the least she could do was offer. "Wait outside, but not for the reason you think." Amycus sent her a grin in return -- he saw the offer for what it was, appreciated it even, but he was getting very tired of having to convincingly plead for them to leave Amelia alone. "I'll go wrestle with one of your mates, yeah? Come back all busted up, she'll buy the story that I had me own little session with you horrible animals." A derisive snort was followed by a single hoot of a laugh. "Anyway, you lot are doing this well. Plenty well. Bugger me, even I could believe this was all real instead of fun and games commanded by the old men in charge. Did they even say thanks for saving their little Albion mole?" Tabitha rolled her eyes, shrugging. "Not yet. They're probably waiting to see if we fuck anything up. Wouldn't wanna jump the gun and say thanks when there's still time for it all to go to hell, yeah? I'm sure most of them don't think us wolves are smart enough to handle shite like this. We're all muscle and nothing else." And that was why she knew she had to work hard to prove herself. A few of them knew better, of course -- and then there was Fenrir who had connections in both worlds with his ability to use magic, which Tabitha had become increasingly envious of for every day that passed. All she could do was get her claws on magical artifacts to use instead. "If it goes to hell, it's their fault, really. D'you know how long I've been bitching at them to get me the antidote? A long bloody time, that's how long. They should treat us better." He paused, bringing his hands up to rake back his hair, then dropping them onto his lap and peering at them. After a moment, he said, "Well, let's put your muscle into good use then, yeah?" "Put my muscle to good use?" Tabitha was already wondering how long Amycus could stay out without it becoming suspicious -- what could they have time enough to do? Did he want to go out for some lambs again? Or maybe kill some muggles or muggleborns? Or perhaps he just wanted to go to a pub? Any of those sounded appealing to her, and Tabitha leaned forward, curious. "What did you have in mind?" Fancying himself her mirror image, Amycus also leaned forward. "See these?" The fingers of his left hand were waggled in her face. "You gotta break 'em." Oh. Well, that hadn't been quite what she expected, and Tabitha blinked in surprise. Well, if that's what he wanted... "I suppose that'll make her feel sorry for you well enough, yeah?" She was grinning and sitting up on her knees, and she curled her fingers around his left wrist. "How d'you want me to do it? One at a time, two..?" For the amount of pain he would soon be experiencing, Amycus looked and sounded remarkably casual. As she wrapped her fingers firmly around him, he made a fist of his own hand -- not from a reflexive urge to protect himself, but to stall Tabitha so that he could tell her exactly what he wanted without having to worry about excruciating pain interrupting him mid-sentence. "Oh, surprise me," he responded, the return grin he sent her obvious both in his voice and expression. "But first you'll give us a snog, yeah?" ... and she hadn't expected that either. Tabitha wasn't quite sure how to respond, but she had to admit to being impressed he had the stones to even ask her. Especially for a human. How important was Amycus to the Death Eaters, anyway? He had to be valuable if they were trusting him to play along with the people who fled from the Ministry to spy on them, right? And at least he wasn't like one of those stuffy purist types. "Alright, sure," she said, in a tone that was clearly amused at the request. But she wasn't going to wait for him, and Tabitha grabbed the front of his robes with her other hand and pulled him closer, crushing their mouths together, a woman unafraid to use her teeth (which probably isn't very surprising) -- she lived her whole life taking charge of everything, always in control, and she wasn't about to change now. Amycus responded eagerly, very eagerly, to this attack of hers, rising up to his knees and kissing her back with every bit of the finesse that Tabitha was visiting on him, all teeth, a hard and greedy mouth, and an elbow as he knocked it into her. She moved her hand away from his robes and to the back of his neck, and Tabitha had a hard time resisting the urge to just dig her nails into his skin, unable to keep her thoughts from straying to Aaron. He was gone and maybe she felt a little bit lonely, but she knew scratches would scar and she wasn't so sure Amycus would be keen on that. So, instead, she decided to do what he'd already given her permission to do -- her right hand slid up his wrist to his fingers and took hold of his pinky, yanking it backwards as far as she could until she heard the satisfying crack of bone, and she grinned into the kiss and bit down on his lip. Amycus' whole body moved in a single flinch, and a low yelp escaped him as the bone snapped obligingly under Tabitha's wrenching grasp. But move away he did not, because he was getting a bloody fantastic snog, and hopefully it would blunt some of the pain, or at least give him a reason to stay put. The muscles of his arm bunched up, and he bore forward, against Tabitha, so that their foreheads all but scraped together. "Next," he growled against her mouth. And now it felt like a game to her -- Tabitha wondered how much Amycus could take until the pain became too much for him to handle. Surprised enough that he didn't pull away at the first snap of a finger (he seemed to be full of all kinds of surprises tonight), she pressed her claws against the back of his neck just hard enough to make him aware that they were there, and her hand moved to the next finger. She didn't ask if he was ready, pulling his ring finger back sharply and just the wrong angle. "If you keep pushing at me I'm gonna push back." A warning or a promise, she would let him take it however he wanted. How was it possible that this could hurt even more? Before he even realised it, he was yelling "BUGGERING FUCKING SHITE," eyes screwing tightly, tightly shut as another flare of pain shot through his abused finger, joining the ache that was already there and travelling up his hand, his arm, his shoulder. A long moment later, panted through gritted teeth as he levelled a stare at her: "That a threat?" said with a full-toothed, if somewhat unnatural, grin. "Yes," Tabitha snarled in answer, an inhuman sound, and pushing back is exactly what she did -- she released his fingers and used both of her hands to shove him backwards, roughly, moving with him as he was pushed onto his back to climb over him to sit on his stomach. "You sure you can handle the rest of your fingers getting snapped? You've only got two left to go, but I dunno... you were screaming pretty loud with that last one," she said, dragging her claws down his chest, catching in the fabric of his robes but not quite enough to tear through. Tabitha reached for his left wrist again, lifting it up to grab hold of his middle finger, but she didn't do anything with it just yet. "I reckon even our little damsel in distress heard you." His whole arm was shaking now, the muscles that corded up and down the limb trembling involuntarily in Tabitha's grasp. "Ain't distressed enough," he said, the words tumbling out of him in a hissed slur as he narrowed a glare at her for dragging this out with conversation. "Fucking break it. All of them!" The glare only served to make Tabitha grin wider, but she relented and did just as she was asked, grabbing both of the remaining fingers and twisting them backward sharply. She released his wrist immediately after to let him react to the pain however he needed to, even being nice enough to stop taunting him for the moment. As the bones of his remaining fingers snapped in synchrony, the fingers of his other hand were curled and clenched into a fist that Amycus drove into the ground beneath as once again as pain twinged up his arm. Already he could feel his mutilated digits throbbing and he groaned as Tabitha released him, letting his abused hand hit the ground like the dead-weight that it was. "You heartless bitch," he finally managed to get out, and although he was still grimacing, that hint of a laugh still existed in his tone. "Piss off, I'm not completely heartless. I could've kept doing them one at a time. That was me being nice," she said, still smiling, and feeling a little unsure (and she hated feeling like that) as to what she should do now. "D'you want to just deal with the pain or take something for it? I think I've got a couple potions left from when my eye was still hurting," she offered. He had to swallow down nausea before he could reply. "I'll take it back," he began, "if you mix a potion with something boozy. Please?" he added as an afterthought. "I think I can manage that," she said, and she climbed off of him, careful not to accidentally kneel down on his already broken hand as she scooted over to the corner of her tent where she stored most of her things. Tabitha had to dig around a bit to find the leftover potions, pulling out a half-empty bottle of whiskey. She was already taking the cap off and pouring the potion into the bottle when she asked, "you sure it's alright to mix these?" Amycus gritted his teeth together as he pushed himself up so that he was sitting, legs crossed, on the floor, gingerly lifting his mangled hand and cradling to his chest as, with the other, he beckoned for Tabitha to hurry up and ply him with the stuff. "Dunno," he replied with a twitch of his shoulders. "Probably not, but we can always say it was part of the torture process, yeah?" "Fair enough." Once the potion was completely emptied out, she passed the bottle over to Amycus. "If you're still wanting to wrestle with one of the other werewolves or something while I'm taking care of your friend, you should look for Dan. You'd probably be evenly matched," she said, gesturing to his hand with a grin as she crawled back over to sit beside him. "You can't miss him. He's the one missing an arm." Amycus graced her with a sidelong glance as he muttered, "Ha ha," before tipping the contents of the bottle into his mouth. Greedy as a child, he gulped mouthful after mouthful, stopping only with a huge exertion of effort when he remembered that going back into the captives' tent smelling of alcohol? would not be the most logical thing ever. Bugger. And so he lowered and pushed the bottle away, running his tongue across his lower lip, then up, as though to collect any lingering drops, his eyes dropping down to give his grotesquely mangled hand pained, but rather appraising look. "Well, that was fun," he finally said, chuckling weakly. "I know I had fun," she said, perhaps with a little more enthusiasm than necessary. "If you're still sticking around tomorrow, I'd be happy to drag you out for some more 'interrogating' if you want." Of course, she didn't want to do too much damage to him. He had to be alright to escape later, and Tabitha didn't fancy giving him anything permanent to deal with. But roughing him up a little would be fun, too. "I guess we gotta be getting back." She put the top back onto the whiskey bottle, not wanting it to spill (she didn't have the luxury of fancy cleaning spells), she stood up and looked down at Amycus. "You can stay here until I'm done with her if you want, or visit some of the other wolves, whatever -- I'll come and get you after, yeah?" Amycus looked almost smitten with the woman as she put the bottle away and straightened to her full height, although whether or not this was greatly influenced by the cornucopia of substances he'd just consumed was not at all doubtful. Still cradling his arm, rubbing his elbow as though that would assuage the throb of abused bones, he slid back down into the supine position Tabitha had originally forced him into, loosely nodding his head as he felt the tension in his back release ever so slightly. "I'll be here," he said. "Go... go have some more fun times. 'm not going anywhere." And with a final flash of a grin, he shut his eyes, prepared to at least try to nap the time away. |