Charles Xavier (xavier_charles) wrote in tomorrowtoday, @ 2013-07-07 10:42:00 |
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Two Friends Are Remembered. (Open)
Characters: Open
NPCs: Haroun’s Family, Moira MacTaggert, Xavier and Stark faculty and staff, etc.
Timeline: Sunday, July 7, 2013 - early afternoon
Location: The courtyard, HSSoT
Description: A sad day at the Stark school as two students are remembered
Rating: H for HORRIBLE.
The air was still. Too still and not at all peaceful like things had been back in Westchester. No, everyone knew that all around them Manhattan raged on, even for a Sunday, it was the city that never slept. It was kind of hard to have a memorial when you were plunked down right in the middle of the of the biggest cities in the world, skyscrapers looming over you. Because while thing stood still in their little corner of the world, life went on all around them. For everyone else in the world, it was business as usual.
She never thought she'd be saying these words, but thank God for Howard Stark, Moira thought. As glib as he was at times, irreverent even, he had been nothing but a gentlemen to the grieving headmaster pro tem of the Xavier School and was ready with an arm to hold onto or a handkerchief to dry her eyes.
It was quiet save for the gentle lapping of water from the courtyard fountain and the sounds of bereavement coming from those Haroun and Jono had left behind. Even Moira was having difficulty keeping her calm. With Charles gone, she was meant to be their rock, but how could she? She wasn't a leader... Not in the way Charles was to them. But he too was gone, wasn't it? Every day, little by little, their family seemed to get smaller and smaller.
There were two great photos, side by side of Jono and Haroun. Two photos, because that was all that remained of them—their memories.
Moira stood at the podium for a long time, not sure what to say that could possibly bring any of these people comfort during this difficult time. The silence, deafening, when finally she was able to summon up the words that she needed to say.
“Some of ye believe in a God, some of ye don,” Moira began, her voice trembled at first and she readjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose, “Right now, ye should believe in what will give ye some comfort. We lost two wee children, and Aye call them that because that’s what they were in my eyes. Aye knew them as children and Aye know it’s hard to not to see them that way. They’d grown up so much and it’s hard to imagine them as men. But in the end, they died as men. Heroes.
“Aye do believe in a God, Aye’m Scottish, if Aye’m not believing in God, Aye’m not Scottish,” she continued, putting a wry smile on her face, “and Aye like to think that they’ve gone to a better place. Whether you call it heaven or something else, Aye think they’re there and they’re also in our hearts. All ye know and loved them, and while we’re sad that they’re not here anymore, it doesn’t mean that we have to forget they existed. They’re alive, aye, in you and me. In the pictures and videos we have, in the memories we cherish. They’ll live there and so long as we keep alive there, they’re still there with us. In the hearts of their families—” she looked over to where Haroun’s family and Jono’s father sat, “—in their friends—” she looked over those who gathered, “—forever.
“Aye’ll conclude with a poem, a memorial or a prayer, however you want to see it:
They are not dead,
Who leave us this great heritage
Of remembered joy.
They still live in our hearts,
In the happiness we knew,
In the dreams we shared.
They still speak in the echoes of words
We've heard them say again and again.
They still move,
In the rhythm of waving grasses,
In the dance of the tossing branches.
They are not dead;
Their memory is warm in our hearts,
Comfort in our sorrow.
They are not apart from us,
But a part of us
For love is eternal,
And those we love shall be with us
Throughout all eternity."