LOST IT ALL, FELL TODAY, IT'S ALL THE SAME - Grief/ Mental Breakdown

[angelembrace]

Saturn's death had been tragic, leaving an empty ache in his chest. Something important had been lost, he found, the world felt a little more cruel. Saturn had managed to keep their head up and offer a sense of gentleness that the rest of the Coalition lacked, an understandable notion but it almost held Saturn to a higher regard in that case. Few could match, but it was a necessary place to keep filled with anyone who could manage to survive it. He was not a saint, nor was he of the belief he could hold the Coalition together with his own paws while it seemed everyone was losing their minds, exhausted and overwhelmed, but he would try. Among Saturn's underlings, formerly nestled beneath their wings metaphorically and quite literally, it was Angel and Angel only who was capable of returning the favor of that helpful and kinder hearted assistance. Granted, he was a little more blunt, perhaps a little harsher. As evident by his initial response within himself at the breakdown of the Guru. Byriath's curses were not quiet nor were they subtle, and even Aphra had arrived to offer condolences.

Angel, on the other hand, frowned with a furrowing of his brow, letting out a long sigh and tossing the small leather satchel he had pulled from the ruin to collect more life saving herbs for later, for Byriath in fact. He could come back for it later. He let his mother enter and close the door first, briefly observing Romulus wander past cackling madly in a way that he thought mimicked his sister. It made him feel a sense of uncomfortable dread.

He cared not for knocking, while he usually would this was not the time to sit and wait patiently, and had a much different approach in mind for the Guru. One that he could not say was fake on his part or disingenuous. Minutes passed after the rose was offered, the door pushed open gingerly though Angel's expression was strict, the frown had yet to leave. He cast his pale yellow gaze to the shattered glass and freed sand beneath, a tinge of despair entered his heart, somewhere Saturn's fate had not yet left its mark. The one thing that had been present, meant so much he assumed, for as long as he could remember. "Byriath." Angelembrace said firmly, tail curling behind him, brushing the glass shards over to the side without cutting himself. He had no will to look at the destruction. 

your little hands of paradise, give them here and hang on tight

— Reggan