05-10-2020, 12:57 AM
Dealing with loss was a process that differentiated between every living being that went through it. Normally, if one was particularly close to the recently deceased, there was a five-stage routine that they endured as a natural response: denial, anger, bargaining, and acceptance, or however it went. Leroy didn't personally know the philosopher who initially said that, but if he did, he'd whoop their ass. Because the general never in his whole existence felt those phases of grief in that particular order. He didn't lose a huge figure of people over the years, but from what he recalled, his method of grieving consisted of staying quiet and keeping to himself - a procedure that was far from the five distinct and completely unrelated steps.
When the male learned of Feza's passing, the preliminary shock that surged through his system deprived him of any merriment he had. He inquired not into the method of her self-killing, nor did he dwell on any past memories he had of her. The fact that she had acted in such a way with no obvious indications that alluded to a fractured mental state left the general in a condition of profound incredulity. To him, the colourful snow leopard was a beacon of cheerfulness, one that wasn't anything but an absolute rarity. Someone as dedicated to spreading jubilation as Feza only came into your life once in a blue moon. Someone as pure as her shouldn't have left the realm of the living in the way that she did. But, she did kill herself, and hopefully her death served as a reminder that even the happiest souls can be suffering on the inside.
Next to pass through the tavern's hulking doorframe, the male pushes out a drained sigh upon perceiving the decked-out building with his chocolate eyes. It was precisely how Feza would have made it, so props to Aurum for emulating her methodology. Stomach full from his hindmost meal, Leroy'd have to unfortunately pass on the sustenance that the Proxy had laid out in her honour. Instead, he trails after Alaric, planning to offer his own words after the tabby says his own. "Ya did good, Aurum," Leroy states, his tone projecting as much respect as it can muster, "I'm at a loss for words, really. All I can really say is Feza woulda been really proud of you for all this."
When the male learned of Feza's passing, the preliminary shock that surged through his system deprived him of any merriment he had. He inquired not into the method of her self-killing, nor did he dwell on any past memories he had of her. The fact that she had acted in such a way with no obvious indications that alluded to a fractured mental state left the general in a condition of profound incredulity. To him, the colourful snow leopard was a beacon of cheerfulness, one that wasn't anything but an absolute rarity. Someone as dedicated to spreading jubilation as Feza only came into your life once in a blue moon. Someone as pure as her shouldn't have left the realm of the living in the way that she did. But, she did kill herself, and hopefully her death served as a reminder that even the happiest souls can be suffering on the inside.
Next to pass through the tavern's hulking doorframe, the male pushes out a drained sigh upon perceiving the decked-out building with his chocolate eyes. It was precisely how Feza would have made it, so props to Aurum for emulating her methodology. Stomach full from his hindmost meal, Leroy'd have to unfortunately pass on the sustenance that the Proxy had laid out in her honour. Instead, he trails after Alaric, planning to offer his own words after the tabby says his own. "Ya did good, Aurum," Leroy states, his tone projecting as much respect as it can muster, "I'm at a loss for words, really. All I can really say is Feza woulda been really proud of you for all this."