Ian Kingsley (kingofhiscastle) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-06-12 12:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle003, flashback, ian |
WHO: Ian Kingsley
WHAT: Last Memories/Nona's Funeral
WHERE: Portland, Oregon
WHEN: January, 2013
WARNINGS: Depressing sadness?
“Somebody’s grumpy.”
Nona’s hands were on her hips as she looked over at her husband, who was leaning forward in his seat at their kitchen table, his arms folded on its surface.
“I’m not grumpy, I’m just…tired. There’s a difference.”
“Aw, did someone forget to take their nap today?”
The gentle teasing was spoken through one of those million watt smiles, the kind that could light up any room. He loved the way she smiled – like she didn’t have a care in the world. She stepped towards him, taking a seat on the table, leaning back so she was resting her weight on the heels of her palms.
“You sure you don’t wanna come with me? Could be fun…”
She tried to make it sound casual, but he could tell that she wanted him to be there. There was some big party going on downtown that they were both invited to, but Ian just wasn’t feeling up to it. Not that he was a fan of big parties in general, but he sucked it up for her. He did a lot of shit he didn’t want to do for her, just because she asked him to. He found it was hard to deny her anything. Still, that day he was exhausted, so he sighed as he unfolded his arms, reaching towards her so that his fingertips were playing with the fabric of her skirt.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
Her lower lip jutted out a little into a pout, and Ian smirked up at her with a shake of his head.
“Not gonna work this time, Dove.”
Ian?
Nona sighed dramatically, throwing her head back for effect. “Fiiiine.”
Ian cracked a smile, reaching for her hand. “C’mere.” He insisted, and watched as she gracefully hopped off the side of the table, and once Ian leaned back in his chair, she took a seat on his lap, her arms going around his neck. One of his arms wrapped around her tiny frame as the other lifted to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.
“You know I love you, right?”
The question made her grin, and she placed her hand on the side of his face, diamond and gold rings gleaming as they reflected the light.
“You better.”
Ian…
- - - -
The sound of his name being spoken a second time snapped him back to reality and out of his own head – a memory that had been playing on loop since the moment he had gotten the call.
‘There’s been an accident…’
Those words had made his heart drop in his chest. There was no chance for him to go to the hospital – no opportunity for him to pray to a God he no longer believed in, no last opportunity to hold her hand. She was just gone, and all he could do was identify the body.
That’s all she was at that point – a mangled, almost unrecognizable body.
He was sitting by himself behind the funeral home, his eyes blinking when that distant voice called his name a second time. He turned to look at the man who was standing in the doorway – Noah Garrett, his brother-in-law and his dead wife’s twin. Despite his masculine features, he still only saw her when he looked at him. Handsome features, blonde hair, and big, expressive gray-green eyes.
“It’s time.”
Ian didn’t really know how to respond, but he knew exactly what he meant. They were getting ready to move her to the cemetery, where they would lower her coffin 6 feet down into the earth and bury her. He lifted his hands to rub at his face, as though this would help him come to his senses. He let out a breath.
“Alright. Thanks.” His voice was barely audible – he had just enough energy to stay standing. He was running purely on adrenaline at that point, seeing how he hadn’t been able to sleep since the night of the accident – that was about 5 days ago.
The blonde stood there for a moment longer, almost like he wanted to say something to him. He had always been a bit wary of the relationship he had with Nona, though Ian couldn’t entirely blame him. There had been a lot of doubt about whether this was just a ‘Hollywood Romance’, and there was a lot of speculation that their marriage wouldn’t last more than a year. No one ever expected it wouldn’t last more than a week. Ian had lost his wife, but Noah has lost his twin – that was a bond he would never understand. Still, Ian had no other family to speak of – she was his family, and now she was just…gone. She had gone off to that fucking party, and the last real memory he had of her was asking him to go with her.
He'd never again get one of those smiles that would light up an entire room. He'd never get to feel the warmth, and softness of her skin. He'd never get to smell her hair, which always had some sort of floral scent because of her shampoo. He'd never get to taste her lips when she would kiss him. He'd never get to go bed with her, and he'd never wake up with her. Whenever he thought about it, he rotated the gold ring that he was still wearing on his left hand. He hadn’t been able to remove it just yet.
It would be another couple of weeks before he would be able to place it in a box, along with the smaller, matching band that had belonged to Nona, as well as the diamond ring he had proposed to her with.