Her eyes widen slightly, as she goes to sit beside it and sets the shovel down beside him. She smiled— her eyes drooping down slightly, cheeks flushed as she shakily placed a hand over his face.
"...Y-You know, I...never found out what you looked like."
And her heads jerked towards the BOURGEOISE, giving a short yelp before she squinted.
"...P-Performing a last rite. F-For...a family."
edited 27th Mar '17 9:38:01 AM by f1r3lemon
всегда веренLiman nods solemnly, her lips pursing as she shakily hovers the hand over his face.
"H-He's gone, m-ma'am. M-My...f-father....h-he's dead now.", she said as if she has said this before.
"The snow, the wind, the dirt—", she quietly chanted, her whole body now trembling.
"The stars flies in the night sky, shining brightly."
edited 27th Mar '17 9:49:53 AM by f1r3lemon
всегда верен-his jacket is pretty intact though-
-for being at the center of a grenade, he doesn't have missing limbs-
You see, that's still being dead inside.
Someone taught you that death don't matter a thing. And they're right. It doesn't. Your friend of a friend- he's probably waltzing into the afterlife right now. Hopefully they don't make 'im a Deadman Construct.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postHer attention is wholly on Jack, continuing her chant as she pulled back her hands to her side, sitting and closing her eyes.
"[Our heart calls to us, towards the distant unrest...]"
"[And to this, our duty is simple
, our duty first: you may fall, but we will go on. And on, we go and go—but yet, we will forever remember you.]"
"[...I will miss you.]", she thought as she finished, opening her eyes—which is now bloodshot, and droplets of tear forms to the sides of her eyes.
edited 27th Mar '17 10:00:09 AM by f1r3lemon
всегда верен

-it's Viscera-
-though he starts playing it in a slightly more upbeat tone-
-alternating between the two tones with breath stops-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post