Text, un: lightfellowc

[ofsilverflame]

I'm afraid I must be brief.

Feral Hawk is no longer in Avalon.

To his friends, his employee Master Gokudera, I am truly sorry.



Thank you for your time.

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text; un: beaumains

[beaumains]

Should you have need to call upon someone, Ser Chris, I shall endeavor to be available.

[ofsilverflame]

Thank you, Ser Gareth. That is kind of you to offer.

[beaumains]

It is as a knight should, I think, more than simply being kind.

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[silvergarden]

When Chris arrives home that night, Rinea is waiting for her. She is usually waiting for the other woman, granted; but this time she is already sitting on the sofa, tea cart beside the armrest, sympathetic expression on her face. What a painful experience it must be, to lose her loved one so suddenly. Hawk with all his bluntness had made Chris open up in a way she may have never managed, and to leave just as bluntly surely tears at her heart despite the brusque nature of her network missive.

"My poor darling." Rinea opens her arms, ready to receive her bereaved roommate. "I am so sorry."

[ofsilverflame]

Chris has managed to hold it together all day, from the horrible realization that Hawk is truly gone, just...gone. Part of it is that she's been running on autopilot. There are things to attending to, so she did. Things she could turn her mind off for and just focus on the work that needed doing.

She makes it home, the day's weariness gnawing at her, and when she steps into the den, there's Rinea, waiting for her. And it all comes tumbling down. The auto-pilot light in her mind blinks off.

Hawk is gone and Chris is likely never going to see him again.

She crosses the room quickly, tears already building in her eyes and she embraces Rinea back, and sobs into the other woman's shoulder, breaking down because she can, because here she is allowed to and Rinea will take it all. So she lets it out in great, gasping sobs, everything she's been holding in.

[silvergarden]

Poor, sweet Chris. Rinea holds her as tightly as she can. Even through all of the stress of the various calamities striking Avalon, never has she seen her poor friend this destitute. So it is with personal tragedy, perhaps; it strikes at the soul.

"I know," she murmurs. "Cry as long as you must, my dear. I am right here."

And stay right there she shall. After that declaration she will sit there with Chris in comforting silence, carding fingers through her silver hair. Rinea cannot heal the gaping wound, but she can hold her through it until Chris gains enough breath to speak.