Open to DC folk Who: Open to all DC kids What: Damian’s wake Where: The Manor When: Recently Warnings: Likely sads
There was polished crystal everywhere, the silver glowed with the attention of a dozen, hired, careful hands. The Manor had not seen numbers of people with any significance in some time but the carpets were rolled back and the floors smelled like hard work and polish. Chairs had been put out across the ballroom floor in clusters and a trestle table was laid out with food, delicate-cut sandwiches, coffee and tea in silver urns.It looked incongruous, like a celebration, but the somber feeling that weighted down the Manor was indication enough that this was not an event held to sign checks, or to drink champagne. An easel, a formal portrait of Damian, had been put into a corner, and the air was thick with the smell of flowers, although pointedly no lilies.