04-30-2020, 05:09 PM
☆ 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 —
Pain. Everything in his body was filled with pain as he remained beside Feza's body, mute and trembling as he tried in vain to think of how he could fix this. The sound of Selby's footsteps provided little comfort, and his words only felt like a knife to the heart, as expected as they had been. There was nothing that they could do for her. She was gone, honestly and truly gone. He could smell Alaric and even the faint retreating scent of Ivan on the air, but all he cared about was the brightly colored fur in front of his face, seeming more and more dull with every moment that passed. He just stared at her corpse, as if he expected her to leap up and say that this was all just a prank. He knew that wouldn't be the case – Feza would never do such a thing, as it was far from the "festive' nature that she had wanted everything to have. Then again, he also never would've thought that Feza would actually do this. Had he just been too blind? Had he been ignoring her pain? He would never know the truth, unless her spirit decided to get up and have a lengthy conversation with him one day.
With his chest feeling thoroughly caved in, Aurum slowly pushed himself into a sitting up position, trying to keep from trembling with his every action. Selby's question weighed heavily on his mind, but he was fairly certain he knew the answer to it, even if he had never truly been told. He dug his claws against the floor for a moment before he said, his voice hoarse from tears, "She didn't... she didn't tell me exactly. But I think... I don't think she would've wanted us to mourn. She wouldn't want some big funeral where everyone was sobbing over their memories of her. She'd probably just... just want a party. A big party, that brings everyone together to have fun while remembering her. I think that would be best..." It was all he could think of as he stared down at her rapidly cooling body, absent of the bright grin that usually graced her muzzle. One last party, for the official party thrower of Tanglewood. That would be nice, wouldn't it?
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
#psychosocial.With his chest feeling thoroughly caved in, Aurum slowly pushed himself into a sitting up position, trying to keep from trembling with his every action. Selby's question weighed heavily on his mind, but he was fairly certain he knew the answer to it, even if he had never truly been told. He dug his claws against the floor for a moment before he said, his voice hoarse from tears, "She didn't... she didn't tell me exactly. But I think... I don't think she would've wanted us to mourn. She wouldn't want some big funeral where everyone was sobbing over their memories of her. She'd probably just... just want a party. A big party, that brings everyone together to have fun while remembering her. I think that would be best..." It was all he could think of as he stared down at her rapidly cooling body, absent of the bright grin that usually graced her muzzle. One last party, for the official party thrower of Tanglewood. That would be nice, wouldn't it?
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
— Reggan