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The casket had already been shipped to be buried in Scottish cemetery where his father's family lay. His mother's remains had been shipped there as well. Ash hadn't had the heart to follow them there, though, so with Irene's help she arranged a memorial service to honour Tristan's memory.
The attendance list was short-
*Ashton
*Jeremy
*Eoin, his father
*Irene
*Greg
*Gen and Benvolio
*Carlson
*Goodall
*Mycroft
*John
But these, for the most part, where those who loved him most. A few of course didn't know him well but went in support of Ashton.
Thoughinstead of a service, it was rather an open house at Ashton and Jeremy's where people could mill around and eat and come and go as they pleased. Ash was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, trying her best to smile away the pain she was feeling. She took a sip of wine as someone approached her to speak.
The attendance list was short-
*Ashton
*Jeremy
*Eoin, his father
*Irene
*Greg
*Gen and Benvolio
*Carlson
*Goodall
*Mycroft
*John
But these, for the most part, where those who loved him most. A few of course didn't know him well but went in support of Ashton.
Thoughinstead of a service, it was rather an open house at Ashton and Jeremy's where people could mill around and eat and come and go as they pleased. Ash was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, trying her best to smile away the pain she was feeling. She took a sip of wine as someone approached her to speak.
Painting
Ash sat cross-legged on her floor, staring at the canvas in front of her. She hadn't touched any of her supplies since before Tristan died. Sighing, she shakily picked up her brush and began her work.
Two hours later, she finally gave up, leaving the canvas to dry and going to the bathroom to clean her brushes. After all of that was put away, she sat in the bathtub and began to cry. She couldn't do it. Her hands were ruined beyond repair. She'd been silly to think that she could try to make anything of worth... she was useless, just like the canvas in the other room.
Hospital-Again
Damage: dislocated shoulder (right), fingernails and toenails missing (all digits), three toes cut off (two smallest on the left, the smallest on the right), fractured fingers/hands, extensive lacerations, extensive bruising, fractured ribs (6), cracked ribs (3), cigarette burns (stomach [11], back [19], neck [14], bottom lip [1], undersides of arms [5 on right, 6 on left], inside of thighs [8 on right, 7 on left]), 6 missing teeth (upper left central, lower right lateral, lower left incisor, upper left lateral, upper right 2nd bicuspid, lower left first molar), broken nose, minimal internal damage
The medical report was much more extensive-
God Said No
Ash jolted awake, her heart racing. Something was very, very wrong. She could sense it. She slipped out of bed, murmuring "I'm checking on Tris" as she left the room. She had no clue if she'd woken Jeremy or not, but she didn't bother to check. Tristan had had a pretty bad cough the day before, and she hoped it hadn't worsened during the night.
The blonde walked into his room and went over to the side of the bed. His breathing was shallow and rapid. His entire body trembled, and whens she put her his skin was frighteningly hot and clammy.
"Tristan!" Ash cried, gathering him into her arms. "Tristan, what's wrong, Honey?"
He moaned in pain
((Important Info))
((So I've come to the realization over the course of my RPs that Ash's past is more than she tells anyone. The problem is that after her parents died, she briefly went mad, and now she can't remember the exact events of anything before she was about 17 years old. Some of the things she tells people are true. Other things her mind has invented, or she's heard from someone else or read in a book. Eoin, for whatever reason, refuses to divulge what has really happened, so I'm guessing that it must have been pretty bad.
Mostly I just wanted to say that you can't trust half the things Ash has said she's done as a kid, but don't tell her that becau
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Irene stared at the door, her fists clenched, her mouth set in a thin line.
She'd never been to a funeral or anything even slightly similar. Hell, she was fairly sure she'd never known anyone that had died before. In some ways, she was so immature it was almost a joke.
Perhaps... I should just go... she thought. I'm sure to ruin it, someway or another. Be insensitive or something...
And here she was thinking she was braver than most people. But when it came right down to it, she was the most cowardly person in the world...
She scrunched up her eyes and pressed a hand to her forehead, frustration building up inside her.
This is ridiculous... Just knock!
But I...
Knock!
And she did, without even realising that she had.
She'd never been to a funeral or anything even slightly similar. Hell, she was fairly sure she'd never known anyone that had died before. In some ways, she was so immature it was almost a joke.
Perhaps... I should just go... she thought. I'm sure to ruin it, someway or another. Be insensitive or something...
And here she was thinking she was braver than most people. But when it came right down to it, she was the most cowardly person in the world...
She scrunched up her eyes and pressed a hand to her forehead, frustration building up inside her.
This is ridiculous... Just knock!
But I...
Knock!
And she did, without even realising that she had.