The Funeral

[Dark]

* He walks up to the door and knocks on it, gazing at the object in his hand with a look of uncertainty *

[Lissachoa]

*rolls down the window*

what is it Ass Pot?

[Dark]

* He hands out his hand, opening to show it a gold inverted cross hung on a string * She wore this and i think she would appreciate it giving it back to you..... * He gives Murdoc a sympathetic look *

[Murduck]

*Swallowing hard, I take it from him, wiping it's surface with my shirt, and wearing it around my neck*

Thanks..

[Lissachoa]

*nearly feels my heart break as I look away*

[Murduck]

*Fiddling with the gold-plated cross, sitting on my chest, I rubbed my eyelids, feeling myself grow sick with anger and discontent*

Fuck..

[Lissachoa]

*reaches over and brushes my handa gainst his cheek*

...lets go home...

[Murduck]

*Heaving out a heavy sigh, I nodded my head, brushing my hair back. I start the engine ignition, tinkling with the 8-ball key-chain attached to it carelessly, biting down my bottom lip*

[Lord Alvalenon Darkmoon]

* turned and watched the car*

[Lissachoa]

...you want me to drive or are you alright?

*sits up a bit, looking to him with concerned eyes*

[Murduck]

Huh? *startles, sitting up and clearing my throat*

Yer..Yer I'm fine. *Shakes my head a bit, rubbing my eyelids*
Fine. *Rolls up the window and reverses the car*

[Dark]

* He watches the car reverse away and bites down on his tongue absentmindedly. He turned off and walked back to the grave site, sitting down on one of the fallen logs *

[Lissachoa]

*looks out the window where every one was at along with the grave, shaking me head as I rub my stomach*

no more losses...

[Lord Alvalenon Darkmoon]

* sits next to the grave*

.......

[Lissachoa]

Lissa: *comes back with an arm full of wild flowers* This was all I could find.