But it's when Evan Rosier watches Barty, the love of his life he never even got to properly hold, take the dementor's kiss. And when Barty's soulless body crumpled, that's when he did get to hold him. Shame that Barty couldn't really feel it, isn't it?
Rosekiller Ask - 652 words
TW: Dementor's Kiss, Death, Suicide, Alcohol. (The suicide scene is warned once again later).
Evan whispered, voice breaking as he holds the love of his life in his arms. He waits for a response, but receives nothing more than an empty stare; his eyes aren't even focusing on Evan, just.. staring. Not processing anything around him.
Evan lets out a choked sob seeing Barty's eyes, once so full of emotion. Barty, such an emotional and complex person, who was always full of something; rage, sadistic pleasure, happiness, grief, anything. Seeing him with nothing, is something Evan thought he'd never witness.
Evan hugs Barty's still body, and for the first time in his life, breaks into sobs. Barty was his other half; how was Evan going to survive without him?
"I love you, Barty.." Evan sobs, "I've loved you since fir- sob first year. Yuh.. You're the one I want to spend my whole life with. You- you are my other half. You are the only p-person I belong to, and I- ... I always will belong to you, and you belong to me, and whe-we're perfect together. It's Barty and Evan, Cr-Crouch and Rosier; always has, and always will be, Bats."
A guard pulled at Evan's arm, trying to pull him away. "Sir-"
"Get off of me" Evan screams, voice breaking. He shoves the guard off of him and hugs Barty again, wishing that Barty's arms would encircle him like they did in his dreams, like they never got to in real life.
More guards approach, pulling him off, as Evan screamed and cried and pushed. They pulled him through the door, leaving the room, as doctors picked up Barty to be carted off to a mental facility, where his lifeless body would be cared for.
Evan was escorted out of the Wizengamont, left alone in an alley, still sobbing.
After sitting there for hours, with no tears left to cry, Evan gets up and starts walking through the muggle streets of London.
He had nowhere to go, not without Barty. The two of them jumped from house to house, town to town together; some nights they just slept in the woods. It was the thrill of it, the thrill of being on the run and not where they were supposed to be, and the potential of getting caught.
Evan didn't have that thrill without Barty.. He didn't want to live a life without Barty..
"The church bells all were broken.."
Evan stops and turns a head as he hears a piano and voice playing from the pub he was passing. For some reason he was intrigued.
"And the three men that I admire most,
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
They caught the last train for the coast,
The day, the music died."
The music died.. Oh, Barty was Evan's music. Without Barty, Evan's world would forever be dull and silent.
"And they were singing, "Bye, bye, Miss American Pie,"
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.
And good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye,
Singing, "This'll be the day that I die..
This'll be the day that I die.."
Evan walked into the pub, "A bottle of your strongest whiskey; I don't care how much it costs."
Evan sat at a cliff, legs dangling over the edge. Empty bottle of whiskey sits in his hand as he stares out at the ground, a good 70 foot drop. He smiles softly, singing to the tune from the pub earlier.
"And they were singing, "Bye, bye, Mister Barty, my love"
Drove your Rosie to the cliff, cause he's done with his life,
And this good old boy is drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singing, "This'll be the day that I die.."
Sniff "This'll be the day that we die.."
He stopped singing, and leaned forward. After a minute of silence, there was a loud crunch of many bones, and a shatter of the whiskey glass, then silence filling the night once more.
