| 24 Okaasan no Uta | ( open ; grieving )

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    How did one truly get over the loss of loved ones? Camisado honestly...didn't even know. He still truly never gotten over her. He just got so tormented that, he tried to run away from his problems. He wanted to escape the place where his mistakes ripped him apart. And now...it was happening again. He wasn't there for Sebastien, so he was paying the price. He knew everything must've been his fault. He wasn't there for Sebastien when he probably needed Cami the most. Cami hadn't even searched for him to see if he was okay. He was too worried about what had happened between himself and Memphis. He was so dumb. Everyone got hurt because of him. Why did he always do this? He couldn't bear to know that he had caused two people to take their own life away. He could've saved them. He could've...he could've done something, anything.


    But...he didn't do a damn thing.


    The Japanese bobtail sat right in front of Sebastien's grave, bloodshot worn eyes staring at the grave that lifelessly exsisted there.


    Sebastien...oh gosh...he missed him so much. He missed hugging his big brother. He missed talking with him and watching him do his prayers. Now that he was gone, Cami was realizing that he should've treasured the time spent with him.


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    Eeee sweet! && tiny bump

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][size=9pt]He had been there when Sebastian had died. It was tragic and awful, just as losing anyone would be. Kingdompaw may not have been as close to him as, say, Camisado was. Yet the tabby cat always considered any member of BlizzardClan a friend and therefore was quite sad himself about the death. Noticing the Japanese bobtail hunched over before the grave of what had once been his older brother, he felt his heart lurch. Oh, Cami... He himself had been on his way to pay his respects, but now might be a better time to lend some support to his still-living friend. Making his way over quietly, he murmured, [color=orange]"Cami? May I sit with you?"

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    "YOU KNOW I'LL NEVER LET YOU FALL APART"

    [size=7pt][color=#F1D38D]Whenever she passed a grave, everything felt noticeably heavier. Tears would brim her optics momentarily before she wiped them away, and took a shaky breath. The dead were.. Gone.. They were gone. Seb was gone.. Tama didn't want to believe it at all, but seeing the limp male, poison-berries pasting his maw, whilst the actual berries themselves lay not too far off.. She'd never truly be able to remove that image. And she'd never be able to fully get over the fact that he was in fact, dead.


    The head paladin would seat herself beside Cami, a bit quiet as she did, gaze distant, as it rested on the grave-marker. Cami, though, was probably the one who felt it the heaviest: for obvious reason. And the serval would aim to lift a paw and rest it on his shoulder, a small gesture of comfort without speech.[/fancypost]

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    Arcade remembered this. Remembered finding Seb's body, remembered the grief that had overcome him. He was gone, he was important to so many people and he was simply gone. How does something like that happen? Unfortunately, the medic knew the answer to that.


    He felt sluggish and cold as he took a seat by the cheetah's grave, a heavy yet even sigh emptying his lungs. Seb would be missed, of course. He just hoped... He hoped everyone would be alright.


    / aaannnnd now it's memph's turn

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    Sebastian. Memphis had never known him well enough to truly consider him a friend, but the cheetah had held a certain place in his heart. Being the one to spar with him way back then, being Cami's friend. Sebastian was there when few others were, and the tiger respected that.


    And seeing as he really was back in his tiger body, perhaps this was a sick twist of events for them both. The first and last times the two would speak were in this body. And now he was gone. This clearly affected Camisado the most, and while the two were close, Memphisblues wasn't sure he wanted to interrupt. "He did a lot of good things in his lifetime."


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    Camisado slowly lifted his head, giving a small weak nod at Kingdompaw. He didn't even try to force himself to smile. he...couldn't. Amber eyes flickered over towards Tama as she rested a paw on him in a form of comfort. The japanese bobtail stared at her for a few seconds before feeling his eyes begin to well up and spill over with tears. He sniffled and wiped his eyes quickly. He had thought he had cried all his tears out, but...apparently he was wrong. Cami's eyes had a lingering red color which showed his exsauhstion and grief. Cami hunched over his body shaking slightly, holding back loud sobs that wanted to break through. He didn't want to cry, it was embarassing, but he couldn't control it.