† The Wytching Flower †

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[center Why did it always seems to rain on funeral days? It was like the heavens just knew to set the mood and so the flood commenced. Clearly didn’t have much consideration for the loved ones or the grave diggers. It was easy to imagine, already, the number of sinking heels and disgruntled mourners making their way through the grounds for the burial, but they weren’t there yet.

It was kind of ironic - this kind of affair was really for mortals. This wasn’t the kind of ceremony that would really take place, but for appearances, it was totally necessary. After all, when you chose to live amongst mortals, you had to cater to their fragile sense of reality. If only they knew the truth. Like the fact that a third of the congregation was comprised of immortals simply paying respects.

It really hadn’t been something they typically did, but this was a special exception. Especially for one so valued - so esteemed. Even if in the end he had appeared to turn his back on his heritage - on an entire world - in favour of love.

There was little one wouldn’t do for love, though. Who could blame him? Besides, you know, everyone.

Well, Faustus didn’t really count. He believed in making decisions for yourself and being willing to live with them. Logan had been willing to accept the consequences, and this is what they looked like. Not that he would be telling anyone here about that.

Thinking on it, the events leading up to this must have given him plenty of warning as to what was to come. Yet, he’d carried on as per usual - at least, based upon what Faustus had seen - and had opted to live each of his very last days to the fullest. Right up until the end. Defiant, some would say. Admirable, though, in the eyes of some.

Faustus was of no opinion. It wasn’t his place to have one at this point in time. He had duties to fulfil. Brother or no brother.

Donning his best, he cautiously approached Logan’s husband - now widowed - to pay his respects. His heels clicked at regularly interval with every step, long legs closing the distance easily as he cleared the main aisle.

“My condolences. I’m terribly sorry for your loss.”

Sorry for his loss and so much more. He could only imagine the shock come the days to follow, but he would be close - keeping an eye until the proper time.

This was something that could no longer go unaddressed, and he would heed a final request from someone as dear as Logan. He would not let this one be lost - without guidance. That made for a short life. It was the very least he could do. Even if keeping promises were seldom ever so easy in such matters.

Still, to go in such a terrible way... collateral damage was one thing, but to derail an entire train car? Perhaps the price of avoiding fate was high in these cases. At least he had been given some years with his beloved before this. Faustus sure as hell hoped it was worth it.
  f a u s t u s / Zuckerbiene / 47d 13h 22m 13s
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