THE IN-BETWEEN HONEY / sam's funeral

[lovekit.]

IT TOOK A LITTLE TIME
[align=center]TO MAKE A LITTLE BETTER

IT'S ONLY GOING UP

JUST ONE THING THEN ANOTHER

lovekit — the typhoon — tags

Death. It was a complicated concept, and one that was difficult for most children to get a handle on. After all, their lives had been so short, but so much was packed within that small time... it seemed impossible that it would all just end. When Sam's death had first happened, Lovekit had been unable to understand what was going on. He had simply pressed into his late mother's fur, urgently trying to get her to wake up so that his mom would stop screaming, and stop crying. Goldie needed her, so why had she just kept on sleeping...? Nothing had become any more clear when Seapaw had drawn him close, reassuring and trying to comfort him even as confusion and panic filled him. Why did he need comforting? Why wasn't mama awake? What was going on? So many desperate questions had swirled in his mind, but none of them had truly been answered. His brother was just trying to hold them all together, while his mom was slowly falling apart at the seams... there was no time for the questions of a frightened child. And so, he had just let it go, and watched as everything fell apart further and further.

When the time had finally come for Sam's funeral, Lo had only been further confused by the sudden gathering of Typhoon members. There were so many, and the air was so heavy, and his mom stood at the front of it all, looking as exhausted and confused as he felt. Lovekit could see Seapaw lingering at the edge of everything, stiff and emotionless as he stared out over the crashing waves. However, the child had no idea how to comfort his brother, and it didn't seem proper to try and seek out comfort for himself, so he moved silently past everyone. It wasn't long before the small hybrid arrived where his mother and Roxie were, opening his muzzle in a silent question. The words died on his tongue, however, when he noticed his mama's body on the boat. He could see only her face, the rest of her covered and hidden. She still wasn't awake... why wasn't she awake? Ot was obvious that mom was suffering, so what was Sam doing? Mama was supposed to help take care of them all, right? Including mom. So why wasn't she doing anything? Lo just stared down at her for a moment, his small form shaking as he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, "...Wake up. Wake up... wake up. Why aren't you awake? What did mom do to deserve this? Why won't you just wake up? Please!" His voice grew desperate at the end, his ears flattening heavily down against his skull.

The young boy offered no one else the chance to comfort him, or even question what he was doing. Instead, he just stumbled back, green eyes stinging with unshed tears. His growing wings were trembling upon his back, and he sent one last desperate look towards Goldie before he turned. It was all too much... everything was too much. He needed to leave, and he needed to make mom happy again. He knew he could do it. He had to. With his heart hammering in his chest, Lo took off through the sand, tears rolling down his cheeks as he fled the funeral, and fled all the rest of it, as well.

( out!! )