Black
Black: Zee is mourning
Zee’d gotten the news from Mia. All she could think to say was an alternating “Oh,” and “Okay,” to each small detail that Mia dealt- her voice on the other end much less numb than Zatanna’s.Â
It wasn’t hard to picture how Mia was delivering the news to her after the fact- likely looking as if she was holding it together as best she could, but her emotions escaped out in her tone, in her choice of words. Even now Zee liked to think she was the first person Mia had called. Maybe Ollie had come before her, but she was one of the first that the blonde had turned to. It was an odd kind of proud, to think that despite her and Zach’s differences, she was still worthy to get the news from Mia as soon as she heard.
Zee didn’t care to see anyone till the day of his funeral. She spent the few days in-between holed up in her apartment, keeping the shades drawn. She only allowed minor communication between her and William for business upkeep, and a small daily volley of texts between her and Kyle to keep things steady. Kyle asked if she was eating, if she needed him to do some shopping, if she’d taken a shower that day. He’d seen her on day one so he had a rough idea of how she was coping- she curled herself into a ball on the couch, taking solace in  terrible TLC marathons of happy weddings and makeovers. It was at the end of the first full day following the news that Zee’d softly asked Kyle to give her some space to find her footing. She didn’t want to be babied through this, and for now he’d allow her that much, and she’d allow (and fake sleep through) his not so quiet nightly checkups on her. He wasn’t as stealthy as he thought he could be, but maybe that was on purpose for her.
It was in under a week that she got word that Zach’s parents had made the arrangements. They communicated as much with their people talking to Zee’s people so she’d be in the loop. It was more a courtesy than a bridge of kindness on their part Zee had thought at first, but as the invitation lingered, she found her opinion towards the stoic New Hampshire couple softened ever so slightly. Maybe they too were just as lost and lonely now as she was feeling now. It wouldn’t resolve much for them, but at least she could say they were trying.Â
 Walking into the small white church Zee could already imagine the kind of snarky comments Zach would’ve loved to fire at her, 'Try and avoid the holy water Zee- you don't wanna melt, right? and it was between her imagined Zach, and the sight of the blonde ponytail bobbing near the front that had Zee actually make it to a pew- taking a seat right beside Mia.
The two women didn’t say anything to each other- nothing really needed to be said here among the unsuited hymns and soft spoken words that would never have taken place at any of Zach’s shows. This was the kind of stuff he loathed, would make fun of, roll his eyes at, ignore. It was only halfway through the service, that Zee reached out her hand for Mia, and the younger woman took it in her’s. Zee squeezed her hand against Mia’s, suddenly smiling wider than she had since the news arrived. She had an idea, and it was going to be executed with Mia’s help.
Maybe it was because it was a little Harry Potter-equse, or maybe because it was what Zach would’ve wanted, but Mia happily went along with Zee’s whispered plot. When both women were asked if they were interested in saying any words for Zachary they both stood up- Mia rushing to the opposite side of the church, “We have a few things. But I’m not quite sure we can get them all down in words.” Zee’s voice echoed out across the high ceilings.
"So, deal with it," Mia called back, setting their plan firmly in motion.
From Mia’s hands and then from Zee’s lights exploded out and upward- like a furious swarm of multicolored fireflies. Their movements something like, but still more natural than fireworks, plus the brightness and the shocking electric pulse they sent out across the pews brought on a feeling of encountering the unearthly.Â
Zee and Mia rushed out of the church following their disruption, laughing wildly, and kicking off their heels and dim black dresses. They settled for their bare feet and the silk slips underneath their clothes. This hadn’t been a Zach approved send off- so they held their own. They stretched out on the cool shore sand and drank the most expensive champagne Zee could find at the nearest convince store.
That’s how Zach would’ve wanted to go they decided.
