05-04-2020, 12:15 AM
☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —
( tw; death mention. please don't feel any need to match muse, especially since a lot of this is just Aurum's grieving. really only the last two paragraphs are important + permission was given by Ku to do this lmao )
It was hard, to lose a friend. Such a statement would be obvious, to anyone who had gone through the painful process of having to say goodbye to one they had grown close to. However, it was even harder when you needed to be the one to bury them beneath the dirt. Unfortunately, Aurum wouldn't have trusted the task to anyone else, knowing that he was one of the few within Tanglewood that had actually taken the time to grow close to Feza. They had their issues, yes, and he always resented the fear that she felt thanks to his lion form, but she was also one of his closest friends, and now she was gone, plucked from the world far too early. The only thing that he could be glad about, regarding the circumstances of her death, was that it hadn't been gory. He was able to prepare her body without issue, not needing to stare at a colorful pelt now marred with blood and guts. The preparation process was slow, brushing her brightly colored fur back so that he could weave flowers into it, blessing her corpse with the beauty of nature before it returned once again to the earth.
The repetitive motion of it all was almost soothing, to the young proxy. Pick up a flower, brush back the fur, weave it in carefully and tie it. With certain ones, he would even grab a container of glitter he snatched from Feza's home, applying some conservatively to the petals. She probably would've thought it was pretty. And festive. The thought made his heart clench, and he shoved it down, gritting his teeth. He returned his mind again to the process, slow and meticulous. Flower, fur, weave, tie. He could already feel exhaustion pulling heavily at him when he grew finished with his work, but he pushed through, stubbornly. With her pelt made into a masterpiece of flora and glitter, the lion carefully picked up her scruff in his jaws, hoisting her up and onto his back to carry her to her final resting spot. It was a little apple tree within the forest portion of their home, beautiful and bright. It was faintly swaying in the breeze when he got there, beginning to recover and bloom from the hardships of winter and spring to welcome in the summer. There was already a hole dug in front of it, done many hours before. The grave was surrounded by various festive instruments from Feza's home, including one of her beloved kazoos. With tears stinging his eyes, Aurum carefully lowered the snow leopard into it, fightijgnthe desperate urge to cling on until he couldn't take it anymore. Once she was safely down, he shoveled the dirt back in, spending several minutes packing the grave down meticulously. As his task was finished, he lowered his head down to the earth, muttering softly, "Take good care of her... please."
To most, that would be the end of it. They would've said goodbye to their fallen friend, and try to move forward. However, that wasn't the case for Aurum. The proxy knew that Feza probably would've wanted a party. She would've wanted some kind of festivity, just to make sure that everyone was still happy and smiling even after her death. The thought of trying to celebrate right now crushed Aurum's very soul, but he still wouldn't ignore what he knew to be right. So, even with tons of weight heavy upon his shoulders, and a tightness in his chest that he couldn't shake, he began to prepare for a party. The process was thankfully familiar, both from his own events and attending Feza's. He first went to her home, which he had already mostly cleared out for her memorial. He took what was left, including various posterboard, glitter, paint, and anything else he could get his paws on. With a container full of various implements, he then headed for the tavern, just as the sun was beginning to rise on the horizon. He was exhausted, but he needed to put all of this together before everyone began to get up. There were already some still milling about the tavern, having been up late for patrols or drinks amongst themselves. He nodded to them as he slipped inside, almost in a daze.
The next several hours were all spent cutting, painting, cooking, writing, and doing everything else that would be needed for the memorial party, pushing Aurum to his absolute limit. By the time it was midday and people were beginning to arrive for lunch, a large crowd had already gathered, curious about what Aurum was doing. He had set up a table in the tavern to be full of food, thrown the front doors of the tavern itself open, and decorated the entire place in various bright, gleeful decorations. None of it did anything to soothe his aching heart, but at least it really did seem like the type of party the former guardsman would've thrown.
When his various tasks were finally complete, the angel dragged himself out to the front entrance of the tavern, clearing his throat and stretching out his wings. The motion garnered attention almost immediately, with many turning to face him curiously. He spoke in the most boisterous voice that he could manage, given his lack of sleep and his state of mourning, "Hello, everyone. I'm sure most of you already know this, but we lost Feza very recently. She was an honored guardsman and a beloved friend to many of us, and while she has already been buried, it only seemed fitting to have some sort of memorial for her. I know this isn't the most traditional memorial, but Feza was constantly trying to make our lives better through bright parties and events, and she wouldn't have wanted us to spend all day bawling over her. So, I invite you all to come and enjoy this memorial party. Play games, have drinks, and eat good food, and tell any stories of Feza you might have. Have fun and celebrate her life, because..." He hesitated for a moment, his voice quivering, before he forced his head back up, a smile almost plastered on, "...Because that's what Feza would've wanted."
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
#psychosocial.It was hard, to lose a friend. Such a statement would be obvious, to anyone who had gone through the painful process of having to say goodbye to one they had grown close to. However, it was even harder when you needed to be the one to bury them beneath the dirt. Unfortunately, Aurum wouldn't have trusted the task to anyone else, knowing that he was one of the few within Tanglewood that had actually taken the time to grow close to Feza. They had their issues, yes, and he always resented the fear that she felt thanks to his lion form, but she was also one of his closest friends, and now she was gone, plucked from the world far too early. The only thing that he could be glad about, regarding the circumstances of her death, was that it hadn't been gory. He was able to prepare her body without issue, not needing to stare at a colorful pelt now marred with blood and guts. The preparation process was slow, brushing her brightly colored fur back so that he could weave flowers into it, blessing her corpse with the beauty of nature before it returned once again to the earth.
The repetitive motion of it all was almost soothing, to the young proxy. Pick up a flower, brush back the fur, weave it in carefully and tie it. With certain ones, he would even grab a container of glitter he snatched from Feza's home, applying some conservatively to the petals. She probably would've thought it was pretty. And festive. The thought made his heart clench, and he shoved it down, gritting his teeth. He returned his mind again to the process, slow and meticulous. Flower, fur, weave, tie. He could already feel exhaustion pulling heavily at him when he grew finished with his work, but he pushed through, stubbornly. With her pelt made into a masterpiece of flora and glitter, the lion carefully picked up her scruff in his jaws, hoisting her up and onto his back to carry her to her final resting spot. It was a little apple tree within the forest portion of their home, beautiful and bright. It was faintly swaying in the breeze when he got there, beginning to recover and bloom from the hardships of winter and spring to welcome in the summer. There was already a hole dug in front of it, done many hours before. The grave was surrounded by various festive instruments from Feza's home, including one of her beloved kazoos. With tears stinging his eyes, Aurum carefully lowered the snow leopard into it, fightijgnthe desperate urge to cling on until he couldn't take it anymore. Once she was safely down, he shoveled the dirt back in, spending several minutes packing the grave down meticulously. As his task was finished, he lowered his head down to the earth, muttering softly, "Take good care of her... please."
To most, that would be the end of it. They would've said goodbye to their fallen friend, and try to move forward. However, that wasn't the case for Aurum. The proxy knew that Feza probably would've wanted a party. She would've wanted some kind of festivity, just to make sure that everyone was still happy and smiling even after her death. The thought of trying to celebrate right now crushed Aurum's very soul, but he still wouldn't ignore what he knew to be right. So, even with tons of weight heavy upon his shoulders, and a tightness in his chest that he couldn't shake, he began to prepare for a party. The process was thankfully familiar, both from his own events and attending Feza's. He first went to her home, which he had already mostly cleared out for her memorial. He took what was left, including various posterboard, glitter, paint, and anything else he could get his paws on. With a container full of various implements, he then headed for the tavern, just as the sun was beginning to rise on the horizon. He was exhausted, but he needed to put all of this together before everyone began to get up. There were already some still milling about the tavern, having been up late for patrols or drinks amongst themselves. He nodded to them as he slipped inside, almost in a daze.
The next several hours were all spent cutting, painting, cooking, writing, and doing everything else that would be needed for the memorial party, pushing Aurum to his absolute limit. By the time it was midday and people were beginning to arrive for lunch, a large crowd had already gathered, curious about what Aurum was doing. He had set up a table in the tavern to be full of food, thrown the front doors of the tavern itself open, and decorated the entire place in various bright, gleeful decorations. None of it did anything to soothe his aching heart, but at least it really did seem like the type of party the former guardsman would've thrown.
When his various tasks were finally complete, the angel dragged himself out to the front entrance of the tavern, clearing his throat and stretching out his wings. The motion garnered attention almost immediately, with many turning to face him curiously. He spoke in the most boisterous voice that he could manage, given his lack of sleep and his state of mourning, "Hello, everyone. I'm sure most of you already know this, but we lost Feza very recently. She was an honored guardsman and a beloved friend to many of us, and while she has already been buried, it only seemed fitting to have some sort of memorial for her. I know this isn't the most traditional memorial, but Feza was constantly trying to make our lives better through bright parties and events, and she wouldn't have wanted us to spend all day bawling over her. So, I invite you all to come and enjoy this memorial party. Play games, have drinks, and eat good food, and tell any stories of Feza you might have. Have fun and celebrate her life, because..." He hesitated for a moment, his voice quivering, before he forced his head back up, a smile almost plastered on, "...Because that's what Feza would've wanted."
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
— Reggan
