adieu mon cher frère
@ abluehairedwanderer ⛪ (you're going to hate me for this, but... clive's funeral) [ ☾ ] She couldn’t believe it; Clive was gone. It did not take too long for all the little sheep ( including her, absolutely her ) to disperse and fall into chaos. Alm may retain the title of leader, but to some; the followers of the Deliverance, his lover, his own sister; had felt like everything was off kilter. And the worst of all, absolutely the worst; was that most had seen his untimely end. The sight of it will forever be etched into her soul. She didn’t want to say goodbye. Gallant as usual, the paladin was leading on their horse; he fought as hard as he did, only to be easily ended with an arrow struck through his heart. Then all came crashing soon after, his body; collapsing as if he were some raggedy doll. Perhaps she was being over dramatic, but Clair believed she felt that arrow pierce her heart too. Standing here, she wasn’t given the opportunity to speak out her goodbyes. For the world had presented others to lead such a speech. ( Of which, the knight in red spoke about her brother in kind. And Matilda, poor sweet Matilda was grieving; never once had Clair seen her cry. ) A shame that, for Clair had so many things to speak of about her brother; but nobody gave her the opportunity. It was as if she were silenced. Had the world forgotten who he was to her? Or perhaps ...she didn’t weigh as much in the equation? The blonde knew better than to speak out and be improper in such delicate matters. Her brother deserved the upmost respect. But why great Mila, why did he have to leave? Gazing down at her feet, the once social butterfly Clair Belmont had been rendered speechless. She tried her best to recall Clive in such a brighter light than the situation at hand now.
