Blaise Selwyn Zabini (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dark_blaise) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Blaise hadn't really known Mrs. Flint as anything more than Marcus' mother. Upon entering the funeral home he found himself sidetracked by an elderly woman who had a story to share with him about Philippa. He was fairly certain that she'd grabbed everyone she could to tell this story and Blaise didn't particularly feel like being a part of this woman's day. Still, there was a protocol to follow and in their circles it didn't matter how grown you were, you allowed an elder to have your time if the scenario lent itself to proper decorum.
Finally, he was able to make his way through the crowd and pay formal respects. He'd been down this road many times. So much in fact that he tended to be emotionally cut off during these things. Though that didn't diminish the grief that still popped up with each one, not as he'd thought of each of his step-fathers, but only of one man, the one whom had actually been a proper father to him. Stopping, to glance around his eyes fell on Marcus, and suddenly Blaise was an eight year old little boy all over again.
"It gets easier," he said taking up a stance beside Marcus. True, he didn't know what it was like to lose his own mother, but Blaise did know about the loss of a caring parent.