IF I WERE YOU ☆ feza memorial party

[wormwood.]

☆ 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 —

The first to approach was Vignere, something that somewhat surprised Aurum. Not because the lion had thought Vignere cold hearted or rude – at least based off of first impressions of the other male – but simply because the other hadn't really known Feza. Still, it was tradition to join in mourning a fallen comrade of the same group, even if you didn't know them well, so the proxy felt grateful for the other's presence, especially as Vig sat with him. He offered the other male a smile, although it seemed tired, and just the faintest bit forced. He wished he could muster up a genuine smile for Vignere – or for anyone, really – but it was difficult, especially as he was surrounded by what would probably be the last remains of Feza. Despite this, he managed to get out softly, his voice a low, tired rumble from the back of his throat, "I'm glad to hear that you think so... I can only hope that this will honor her memory properly..." He glanced up at the decorated tavern for a moment, his one eye faintly gleaming with held back emotion as he thought of all the events Feza had thrown not only here, but all over. He closed his eye briefly, a heavy sigh leaving him before he continued, "It means a lot to have you here, Vignere. I know you didn't know her well." It only seemed right to express his appreciation, even in this rough time.

After Vignere was Raymond, another face that surprised Aurum. However, this time it was because of the fact that the other was one of the patrons he had shooed off to prepare for today. At first, Aurum was worried that Ray had returned to complain about being kicked out with the rest of the patrons, or just to slink back inside the bar for the drinks that he had missed. Instead of doing either of those things, however, Raymond came right up to him to offer his condolences, something that both settled Aurum and made his chest tighten. She would've loved it, darling. The statement was meant to be a friendly comfort, and it was to some extent, yet Aurum still felt like crumpling over in a heap of tears. He hoped that his extreme emotion wasn't betrayed too clearly on his face, although he had a feeling that it was, and he quickly rose a paw to scrub at his eyes, just in case he was tearing up. Throwing on another false smile, the angel tilted his head to one side at Raymond, speaking reassuringly, "Don't worry, you couldn't have known. It's not as if I announced to the whole tavern what I was doing before I made you all leave... sorry for that." He looked down for a moment, pressing a paw against his own chest as a small, comforting motion to keep him grounded before he spoke again, his voice hoarse, "And... thank you for saying she would have loved this. My only wish is that she could've seen it herself. Hopefully, though, everyone here will just enjoy themselves, and celebrate fully in her memory." Aurum had his doubts that he would be doing any celebrating, however. He wished that he could be happy and remember the good times with her, but every time he glanced around, he was only reminded more and more of the fact that she was gone.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM

#psychosocial.