Remembrance Who: Cloud + Valkyrja(dæmon) (deliveryboy) and Allen + Suidan(dæmon) (crownedclown) What: Graves and flowers, Lara Croft's death mensiversary. Yes, the word exists... When: Dusk/Evening. Where: The ruins/Lara's grave. Warnings: TBA.
It had been a month...
Not that no one would remember or care, maybe he did because he had chosen not to forget.
He had never expected he'd be doing the same thing he used to do for almost two years straight, taking flowers to a grave. They might not have been very close, or close at all, but the times he had spoken to Lara, were always good times to remember. She had been a strong woman, but over all, a good friend too. She wasn't going to be forgotten easily, at least not by the blond.
He had gotten used to believe death didn't matter in that place anymore, specially after having died himself and having waken up as if nothing had happened, they all had been wrong. Permanent death was possible. Cloud had never been in a funeral where the body was still intact, back at home, they literally returned to the planet not long after passing away, it was disturbing, in a way, to think that she was buried under some tons of dirt and he silently hoped that the place had been merciful on her and let her go home.
But if it had done it or not, he wasn't going to stop taking her flowers every month, even if she wouldn't have liked it.
Ironically enough, thanks to Ivy, he was able to take just the same flowers he would have been able to get back home, she had made an entire field of them after all, those that reminded him of Aerith too... He placed the bunch of flowers in front of the stone grave, and removed the dust from that one gun that had belonged to Lara, laying against the stone.
"She'll be fine, as always." The feminine husky voice of the wolf beside him made him remember that indeed she was still there, it wasn't that he had forgotten, it was just weird that he felt so natural for her just to be there that it was like she wasn't there at all... Such weird creature... He nodded at her but still, he stayed crouching in front of the grave for a little while, he didn't want to return to the building for now, people were being... themselves, as usual, hurting each other, blaming each other, taking out the worst of each other, with no real purpose... He kinda regretted not telling anyone, not even Cid, or Nero, not even Vash where he was going, he liked being by his own, but then again...
It was getting a little dark and the autumn's winds were growing colder with each passing day... Maybe it was time to return after all...
[ooc: sheesh... it's been a while since I posted a log here orz...]