Alexander stared at the remains for a moment, allowing his actions to sink in. He hadn't murdered, that had been Isadora's job, but it sure felt like he'd committed sin as he'd destroyed the evidence. The man was gone, in a blast from his wand, the man was gone. Already Alexander was assuming the qualities of a death eater. Any other person would have buried the body but he'd done different. He'd obliterated the evidence, like a death eater without a care. The moment he'd cast the spell Alexander had lost a piece of his innocence and tomorrow the same would happen...
The sound of his wife awoken him from the cycled vision of blood and bones splattering across the back yard. Walking towards her he placed an arm around her, pulling her tightly, keeping her close. Isadora had performed the murder but they were in this together. In sickness, in health. This was their sickness.
'You don't have to do it again, Isadora.' Alexander whispered lightly kissing the top of her head. Minutes ago they had been on a mission, in the moment, adrenaline pumping their minds focused and now the sleepy smoke of the battle drifted by. The apothecary was an aftermath of war. Silence, sadness and numbness. Alexander would wake in the morning and probably change his mind, but now he too wanted to retreat to the Nott manor and wash the pain away with a warm bath.
'Lets go home.' He told her, moving away but keeping his fingers locked around her wrists.
Crack.
They were gone. For now.
by Alexander Nott Thu Aug 21, 2014 2:29 pm
