Post by Rebel Tacitus on Feb 26, 2023 1:46:28 GMT
Every snap of a twig or rustle of a leaf unsettled Rebel.
They had talked about it once - Zach and Rebel. Talked about visiting Lucilla and Lucien. Right after the attack; right after they found out what happened. Rebel wasn't quite ready. She regretted that feeling now.
A few apparitions quietly floated by, their eyes falling over Rebel as if she were a poor soul. She avoided their faint eye contact and instead took to picking at the skin by her thumb nail.
Rebel knew Zach lived nearby, somewhere around Godric's Hollow. She sent him an owl about meeting her at the graveyard, but she hadn't heard back.
The night was warm, but among all the graves, Rebel felt a constant chill. She sat on a bench, uncomfortably cold for the time of year, and stared at the familiar tombstones sitting 15 feet away. Rebel wasn't sure if she was ready yet to say something. She could just barely make out their names in the carved stone.
Rebel wasn't even sure Zach would be here with her. But she waited silently, trying not to let the sadness overtake her too soon. The last thing she needed was to fall apart alone in a place like this.
Maybe if she was better at going back to sites like these, and speaking to the ones she missed... Maybe then it would be easier. Unfortunately, Rebel had avoided this for too long. The hum in her chest told her she was on the edge of breaking, so she bit her lip to keep her emotions still.
Tags: Zechariah De Luca Jr.
They had talked about it once - Zach and Rebel. Talked about visiting Lucilla and Lucien. Right after the attack; right after they found out what happened. Rebel wasn't quite ready. She regretted that feeling now.
A few apparitions quietly floated by, their eyes falling over Rebel as if she were a poor soul. She avoided their faint eye contact and instead took to picking at the skin by her thumb nail.
Rebel knew Zach lived nearby, somewhere around Godric's Hollow. She sent him an owl about meeting her at the graveyard, but she hadn't heard back.
The night was warm, but among all the graves, Rebel felt a constant chill. She sat on a bench, uncomfortably cold for the time of year, and stared at the familiar tombstones sitting 15 feet away. Rebel wasn't sure if she was ready yet to say something. She could just barely make out their names in the carved stone.
Rebel wasn't even sure Zach would be here with her. But she waited silently, trying not to let the sadness overtake her too soon. The last thing she needed was to fall apart alone in a place like this.
Maybe if she was better at going back to sites like these, and speaking to the ones she missed... Maybe then it would be easier. Unfortunately, Rebel had avoided this for too long. The hum in her chest told her she was on the edge of breaking, so she bit her lip to keep her emotions still.
Tags: Zechariah De Luca Jr.
