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 —

Dealing with loss was easier when there were others around, right? That whole "misery loves company" adage had to mean something, after all. If so, it was probably a good thing that so many had already shown up to the memorial, most offering their condolences to Aurum. It was a bit surprising to the proxy, who felt oddly like a widow with all of the kind words. Had he truly been the closest person to Feza? The one most effected by her loss? The thought made him wince, internally wishing that he had treated her better in her life. They had eventually turned out to be good friends, and the pain that burned in his heart now was just as fierce and agonizing as when he had lost others he considered family, but... their friendship had not been an easy one. It had taken work and compromise on both sides, along with a great deal of apologies. Now, the angel only wished that he had seen the state Feza was in sooner, so he could've helped the former guardsman in any way he could've. He swallowed down the lump that formed in his throat at that thought, forcing his heart to stop clenching painfully. He had blamed himself in the past for the deaths of others, and he knew it did nothing but cause more pain. Hadn't he learned his lesson?

Ever eager to leave his own head, Aurum looked towards Alaric, the crooked smile that graced his muzzle shaky at best before he spoke, "Thank you, Alaric... go on and enjoy yourself. It's what she would've wanted people to do..." Once again, he was touched by the arrival of yet another feline that hadn't known Feza well, yet had come to remember her all the same. Still, the next person to arrive was probably the most important. Although Aurum knew that Leroy hadn't been as close to Feza on a personal level as he was to some others, it was a notion of tradition that put the lion at ease. He had been taught by his parents from a young age that it was only proper for a leader to remember his fallen comrades and group members, even if he hadn't known them well himself. Even though Aurum had disregarded most of the other information Aethelwulf and Judith taught him, that had stuck with him, simply because it was a lesson based on feeling. So to see Leroy here, honoring Feza... it filled Aurum with warmth. He dipped his head to the other, saying in a slightly hoarse tone, It's good to see you here, Leroy... I'm not sure I have any more words myself, honestly. I'm just glad that everyone thinks this is what Feza would've wanted... I can only hope she's watching from wherever she is with a smile on her face." Aurum might not have been much of a religious man anymore, even despite his status as an angel, but he hoped Feza was out there somewhere.

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

#psychosocial.