WHO: Thor, Loki, and open WHAT: Funeral proceedings WHEN: Backdated to shortly after returning to Kirkwall WHERE: House Asgard, Wounded Coast NOTES: Grief and loss
The vigil feels insubstantial, like it is not enough to honor her, here. They're too far from home. She's too far from home. But the appearance of someone from House Artimaeus helps lend it weight, as did the presence of House Shimada. All three of the Houses represented in Kirkwall are present, and Thor feels like that matters.
"I thank you for coming," he says quietly to Benedict's right. The amount of staring happening is odd, but he won't mention it. The little heir of House Artimaeus tends to seem a little odd.
Barely seeming to hear Thor, Benedict immediately jumps in with: "she was dead the whole time, wasn't she." Sorry buddy it's time for an existential crisis over here.
There are a lot of things that were socially expected at a Vigil. There are even more things that are socially accepted at one.
This is neither.
Thor stares at Benedict for several minutes, trying to wrap his mind around what's being said. Slowly it sinks in and he's forced to remember the awfulness of that day. Thor's jaw works before he finally speaks.
There were plenty of opportunities to be traumatized throughout their flight from Tevinter, and Frigga's presence was one of them. Bene didn't think it possible to be so viscerally upset in the retroactive sense, but when he thinks back on the journey, how limp and unresponsive she was-- she was a corpse the whole time. He'd sat with her, slept next to her. It.
He takes a step back, hands shaking slightly, mind racing. "Why?" he repeats, his voice pitched higher than usual, shakier. Because one of their traveling companions was a dead body, bringing the horror of those memories to a whole new and exciting level? "Mm," he whimpers, and simply turns to go, because he's certain that trying to engage with Thor on the matter will result in a Scene. Bene likes his theatrics, but even he knows when not to act out.
The boy seems broken. Thor should just let him go. Too many emotions at the Vigil are unseemly, but this is already very far from a typical Vigil. After longer than he should, Thor steps forward.
"Wait. Have a drink of wine and breathe." Three houses. Four messes. They may not be doing Tevinter proud here. He's certainly not done his mother proud.
Bene has experienced panic before, but never in such a calm and stately atmosphere, and never in front of anyone like this. He accepts the wine but doesn't drink it right away, at a bit of a loss for how to react to this while his mind is racing. What's even wrong with him? "I'm--" he stammers, taking a sip of the wine, and then a longer drink, "--I'm sorry about your mother."
That is far more like it. The ground is familiar here, something Thor needs badly in this land where everyone hates them and their ways.
"She was a good woman," he says solemnly. That is also what one is supposed to say. He has spent much of his life knowing what one was supposed to do and say and doing and saying it, and yet here he is, mourning the premature death of his mother in a hostile land as his own is overrun.
"And Minrathous a good city," he finally adds, heavily. "We have lost much."
A quick nod, staring into the glass, and then Bene finally takes a sip. The taste is grounding, but he's still nervous, especially when Thor mentions Minrathous. Is there anything that hasn't completely fallen apart in the last few months?
He nods numbly, looking at the floor. Mother would know what to say next, but she isn't here.
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"I thank you for coming," he says quietly to Benedict's right. The amount of staring happening is odd, but he won't mention it. The little heir of House Artimaeus tends to seem a little odd.
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This is neither.
Thor stares at Benedict for several minutes, trying to wrap his mind around what's being said. Slowly it sinks in and he's forced to remember the awfulness of that day. Thor's jaw works before he finally speaks.
"Yes. Why."
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He takes a step back, hands shaking slightly, mind racing. "Why?" he repeats, his voice pitched higher than usual, shakier. Because one of their traveling companions was a dead body, bringing the horror of those memories to a whole new and exciting level?
"Mm," he whimpers, and simply turns to go, because he's certain that trying to engage with Thor on the matter will result in a Scene. Bene likes his theatrics, but even he knows when not to act out.
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"Wait. Have a drink of wine and breathe." Three houses. Four messes. They may not be doing Tevinter proud here. He's certainly not done his mother proud.
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"I'm--" he stammers, taking a sip of the wine, and then a longer drink, "--I'm sorry about your mother."
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"She was a good woman," he says solemnly. That is also what one is supposed to say. He has spent much of his life knowing what one was supposed to do and say and doing and saying it, and yet here he is, mourning the premature death of his mother in a hostile land as his own is overrun.
"And Minrathous a good city," he finally adds, heavily. "We have lost much."
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He nods numbly, looking at the floor. Mother would know what to say next, but she isn't here.