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 Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 5:15 pm
When he'd asked to visit his mother, Prissy hadn't been surprised. She hadn't been prepared, but she hadn't been surprised by the request.
The trip to the cemetery had been a silent one. As soon as the radio had come on, the music had been turned off - nothing seemed appropriate for the mood. Was there even a genre of music dedicated to "visiting dead parents over the holidays?"
Prissy didn't know and frankly, Prissy didn't care.
She'd done her mourning earlier, alone in her room. She hadn't needed to see a grave to weep for a lost loved one, but Chase had yet to see where she'd been buried since... well, since her passing.
With his disappearance and Samuel's death years prior, there was no one immediate to see to the burial details than Priscilla herself. She'd only found a new mother the previous year and within twelve months, she'd been the one to dress her, to arrange the ceremony, to even pick out the stone.
Nothing a twenty-two year old should ever have to be faced with, much less alone.
The car ride had been engulfed in silence on the way there, save for the occasional hand motion, on the off chance the driver was too distracted with his own thoughts to recall the appropriate turn to reach the cemetery in question. It was the same one Samuel was buried in - Prissy wasn't asked for the address, after mentioning that.
As the vehicle parked alongside one of the winding roads within the graveyard, Prissy gently pointed in the direction of Laralee's marker. Breaking the silence, the hoarse voice asked quietly, "Would you like me to stay in the car?"
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2017 8:32 am
The decision had been easy and difficult at the same time.
Chase had been back in Destiny City for approximately fifty days and he had yet to visit Lara's grave sight. As he was told by his girlfriend, his mother had been buried in the spot the Black's had reserved for her beside his father's. Although tempted, the man hadn't asked about the funeral because he understood that it had been a sore spot for both parties. Sore for Prissy because she was forced to deal with Lara's death and the procedures that came with burying someone who wasn't even related to her. Sore for Chase because the subject of his mother's death was an open wounded he didn't know if it would heal.
Plus, he still hadn't told his far too patient girlfriend exactly what had happened. His reasoning was selfish and Chase would be a liar if he said he didn't hope that the details weren't buried in the grave with his mother's body and James' betrayal.
Some things were better left in the past as far as he was concerned.
Whiskey gold spent their time staring out the window, watching as the driver drove down familiar streets while Chase refused to think about the way his chest was constricting and breathing was something he had to actively think about doing. Finally Priscilla broke the silence and he inhaled sharply, head shifting to look at her. Expression rather blank he blinked slowly, jaw shifting back and forth as if he was struggling to remember how to talk.
In the end, he was dismissive. "I don't care." With that gruff sentence, Chase opened the car door and pulled his tall, lanky frame out of it. Once the door had shut behind him, he took a moment to breathe and attempt to center himself. Rounding the car, he didn't bother to wait to see if Prissy would join him, long legs carrying him across the grass and past the dead flowers laying on dead people's beds.
When he reached Samuel's stone he barely glanced at it, a rare stab of guilt pricking his heart before he forced himself forward and turned, hands in his pockets.
"So, this is where we've ended up. Figures...Right, mom?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 5:25 pm
She didn't take offense when he'd given her more or less a cold shoulder as a response. Prissy remained quiet in her seat, glancing out the window as she watched him trudge his way through the grass, passing the various angels and tombs to get to the specific marker in question. Death was a concept that Priscilla didn't like to dwell on. Her mother had passed before she'd had the opportunity to make meaningful connections like Chase had with his - Prissy couldn't even begin to imagine what sort of anguish he was going through. As much as she despised her father for what he'd done, she also couldn't imagine a world in which he was dead, of all outcomes. There had only been two other times when she'd come to Lara's grave. It wasn't that she wanted to be disrespectful of the woman who had welcomed her into open arms... it just hadn't felt right. Lara had been such an incredibly vibrant woman, imagining her laying still, rotting away in one spot as opposed to the happy little social butterfly that she was, was almost downright offensive to her memory. Watching Chase pause at the tomb, she adjusted herself in her seat, quickly growing irritable at being cooped up in a seat for more than a few minutes. Cracking the door open, she slid outside and pressed her back against the car, still watching the young man in the distance as he spoke with whatever remains were left of his former mother.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 9:34 am
Chase's head lifted, sharp eyes flicking over to where Prissy now stood. He hadn't expected her to get out of the car, but she wasn't crossing over to him and he supposed he could be thankful for that. This first visit, on Mother's Day no less, needed to be a more private affair.
Trusting that she would remain where she was, his attention returned to the graze stone.
There were a lot of things he thought about saying, everything hitting him with enough emotional force to make him physically sway. Chase had never really been open with his emotions, even before he spiraled deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole, but something about his mother always seemed to invoke them.
There were a few people who could do that to him; Suri, Alkaid, Hvergelmir, and Iris. Everyone else came and left his life or were replaced with others, whom he deemed worthy to fight to keep or felt as though he was someone worth sticking around for.
"Guess I was never a good son, huh?" Always in trouble, always picking fights with his father, always breaking rules. Breaking rules was what had landed them in this place; his mother ten feet under ground with a shattered starseed that meant that if rebirth was truly a thing then there was no such future for her and him, a shambled mess of the man he once was who was struggling to pull himself together.
The uncaged beast was pacing restlessly at his core, aching to be set loose and free.
Control had always been a thin front for him and now it was growing thinner.
"There's not much else to say, except, I'm sorry you got caught in the crossfires." For all that she didn't defend and protect him from Samuel, if figured that he wouldn't be able to defend and protect her from the Negaverse and the bad that came with all of it's good.
Ah well.
"I'll visit later..." He mumbled, waving a hand at the grave before slowly making his way back over to where the car and his girlfriend waited.
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 1:46 am
She watched him from a distance, hands fidgeting with the hem of her blouse as she stood idly by, behaving herself as best she could, considering present circumstances being what they were. Priscilla never did well at blending into the background. In her world, everything was front and center - if she didn't have the attention in the room, then she was clearly in the wrong room. Things were more complicated now that she'd allowed someone else to take precedence in her world. Sharing attention or allowing someone else to take the entire stage... Slipping her phone out, she glanced across the screen and flicked through the messages that she hadn't bothered browsing through earlier, her eyebrow rising at one in particular. Ah, well. Something to deal with at a later time. Eyes drifted back up towards the scattered tombstones and the solemn boyfriend standing among them. He seemed finished with his visit, long legs drawing him back in her direction. She didn't wait for him to reach the car before returning to her seat without a word. He had his own way of grieving, she had hers; Squawkers and Teddy would simply have to take on the role as comforting shoulder to cry on for the rest of the afternoon.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2017 7:59 am
Chase appreciated Priscilla's silence, the way she slipped back into the car without a word and how she didn't ask him how he was after he joined her on the other side. He barely glanced at her after signaling for the driver to take them back with a wave of his hand. Gravel crunched beneath the car wheels as they left the cemetery and Chase kept his gaze out the darkly tinted windows.
Exhaustion showed in the way he held himself, opting to rest against the door, arm propped up on one side and hand in his lap with the other.
It was the slow, ragged way of breathing that gave any of his thinly concealed grief. Chase Black did not cry, not since Samuel died, and he wouldn't cry for his mother, but he would ache for her and her early, untimely death that he, unfortunately, had a hand in. Had they been estranged, she would have still been alive, but he had loved her and that had signed her death in carefully signed letters.
His and her names scrawled across the contract the bound him to the Negaverse.
Willingly, Chase served Metallia but her reigning sovereigns were ones he followed out of respect. And now, those threads of respect were fraying. He had returned, stronger and with more conviction than before, but this time -
They had far less to hold against him.
Whiskey eyes glanced over at the woman in the car with him. He had left and things had fallen to pieces, but he knew that they would be stronger for it, eventually.
He and his wolves would start anew and rise again...once he finished mourning in his own, quiet, stoic way.
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