FELIX
Perhaps he has a bit more of Devrum in him than anyone would like to admit. Because when the news comes, Felix is gone — disappeared yet again into the woods, bear shift, trying to feel through his feelings the best he can. It’s easier this way, given that nobody would think about approaching a wrathful bear, but if he walked around as himself?
Well, then comes the condolences, the approach from strangers and familiar people alike. The I’ll miss her too paired with the she’s always going to be in your heart. They’re the last things he wants to hear, only around enough to help Remi with whatever he needs to put the funeral together. And the rest of the time is spent pulling himself together enough to attend.
He’s late, because of course he is. Half feral and wild upon his approach, hair finger combed back and bi-toned eyes looking at those that attend despite not quite seeing. He hears Flora’s words, shuts them out the best he can before he snaps with a but she is.
All he can do is approach the altar, red rimmed eyes following the lines of craftsmanship, before retreating back toward Remi, Ronin, and the others to stare at the grass.
She’d have liked this, he thinks. Even if the iron grip on his throat ensures he can’t say it.
Well, then comes the condolences, the approach from strangers and familiar people alike. The I’ll miss her too paired with the she’s always going to be in your heart. They’re the last things he wants to hear, only around enough to help Remi with whatever he needs to put the funeral together. And the rest of the time is spent pulling himself together enough to attend.
He’s late, because of course he is. Half feral and wild upon his approach, hair finger combed back and bi-toned eyes looking at those that attend despite not quite seeing. He hears Flora’s words, shuts them out the best he can before he snaps with a but she is.
All he can do is approach the altar, red rimmed eyes following the lines of craftsmanship, before retreating back toward Remi, Ronin, and the others to stare at the grass.
She’d have liked this, he thinks. Even if the iron grip on his throat ensures he can’t say it.
old man, i'm done always abidin' by the plan
and oh boy, we knew you never really had a choice
and oh boy, we knew you never really had a choice
