Post by Alliecat on May 31, 2012 16:11:47 GMT 10
Series: We the Kings
Title: Missing Them Early
Rating: PG
Event: 4x100 “what if” relay
Words: 400
Summary: They cannot be here forever, and we can only wonder what it will be like when they are gone. Warning for character death!
:::
Gary stood at his father’s coffin, frozen with a mixture of mournful sadness and surprise at his father’s sudden death. Jonathan and Alanna stood a few feet back, their heads bowed slightly. Gary turned around, joining them.
“What a wonderful party,” Gary said, his voice thick with sarcasm. Alanna offered a chuckle and patted his shoulder. “I’ll go pay my respects,” she murmured.
“You know, I never thought he’d go,” Jonathan said, “Definitely not this soon.”
Gary nodded. “I’m going to miss him, even his incessant and unnecessary visits.”
Jon gave a watery smile. “I think we’ll all miss him.”
:::
Gary and Alanna watched the hundreds of mourners progress towards Jonathan’s coffin. “It’s a political nightmare,” Alanna said.
Gary scoffed. “Like I care. I just want my friend back.” He sighed. “I suppose I do care.”
There was a moment of silence as both inspected the crowd, their shoes, anything to avoid their sadness. But it was futile; everything led back to Jon.
In a moment of levity, remembering how Jon had hated the royal carpets, Gary turned towards Alanna and said, “If only you married him. We’d have a queen.”
She snorted. “He’d have died a few years earlier.”
:::
Alanna rested her head on Gary’s shoulder, looking surprisingly stoic as she tried to keep from crying. She gently clutched at his gray tunic, releasing it briefly only to wipe her eyes on her own.
“Don’t worry about getting it wet,” Gary said. Alanna offered what was possibly a slight smile before burying her face again.
“He was a very good man,” Gary said as he patted her shoulder in time with his words. “A good, good, good man.”
“Stand up a bit,” he said. “Here comes my father and Lord Wyldon.”
“Oh, sod it,” she blurted and began sobbing.
:::
Though Gary could imagine his friends’ funerals extensively, he had no idea what turn his would take. Gary hoped people would mourn somewhat (God forbid, everyone just pretended to like him because of his father) but what would they say?
Would jokes be told? Maybe Alanna would remember the time Gary tried to go skating and ended up swimming in the icy pond. (Hopefully not.)
How many people would be there? Would people come long and far, or would there be storms preventing travel? (Or perhaps just laziness.)
In the end, did it really matter? Funerals were for the living.
Title: Missing Them Early
Rating: PG
Event: 4x100 “what if” relay
Words: 400
Summary: They cannot be here forever, and we can only wonder what it will be like when they are gone. Warning for character death!
:::
Gary stood at his father’s coffin, frozen with a mixture of mournful sadness and surprise at his father’s sudden death. Jonathan and Alanna stood a few feet back, their heads bowed slightly. Gary turned around, joining them.
“What a wonderful party,” Gary said, his voice thick with sarcasm. Alanna offered a chuckle and patted his shoulder. “I’ll go pay my respects,” she murmured.
“You know, I never thought he’d go,” Jonathan said, “Definitely not this soon.”
Gary nodded. “I’m going to miss him, even his incessant and unnecessary visits.”
Jon gave a watery smile. “I think we’ll all miss him.”
:::
Gary and Alanna watched the hundreds of mourners progress towards Jonathan’s coffin. “It’s a political nightmare,” Alanna said.
Gary scoffed. “Like I care. I just want my friend back.” He sighed. “I suppose I do care.”
There was a moment of silence as both inspected the crowd, their shoes, anything to avoid their sadness. But it was futile; everything led back to Jon.
In a moment of levity, remembering how Jon had hated the royal carpets, Gary turned towards Alanna and said, “If only you married him. We’d have a queen.”
She snorted. “He’d have died a few years earlier.”
:::
Alanna rested her head on Gary’s shoulder, looking surprisingly stoic as she tried to keep from crying. She gently clutched at his gray tunic, releasing it briefly only to wipe her eyes on her own.
“Don’t worry about getting it wet,” Gary said. Alanna offered what was possibly a slight smile before burying her face again.
“He was a very good man,” Gary said as he patted her shoulder in time with his words. “A good, good, good man.”
“Stand up a bit,” he said. “Here comes my father and Lord Wyldon.”
“Oh, sod it,” she blurted and began sobbing.
:::
Though Gary could imagine his friends’ funerals extensively, he had no idea what turn his would take. Gary hoped people would mourn somewhat (God forbid, everyone just pretended to like him because of his father) but what would they say?
Would jokes be told? Maybe Alanna would remember the time Gary tried to go skating and ended up swimming in the icy pond. (Hopefully not.)
How many people would be there? Would people come long and far, or would there be storms preventing travel? (Or perhaps just laziness.)
In the end, did it really matter? Funerals were for the living.