london ♔ to you i'm an atheist, to god i'm the loyal opposition

[graveflowers]

both sides now - joni mitchell

WHO || The Knights
WHAT || Luthir Reedhym's funeral services
WHERE || Temple of Corellon, London, England
WHEN || July 8, 2014 {forward dated}
HOW || Actionspam

[ Those who had been at Jade's funeral would find all of this very familiar. The patron god of the temple is the same, though there are far less nods to Sehanine because Vi can be just as bitter and petty as her mother. As with many elven temples, the interior seems to look as it's carved from a single tree. The flowers, though, drowning the temple in their scent are just the same as Jade's funeral, oceans of white flowers of every kind. The only spot of color is the small handful of violets laid across the empty casket at the front of the room, resting atop a pure white cloth.

It's only there for show.

By the door, one of the alter boys (or the elven equivalent) passes out single white flowers to all the ladies that enter, the men as well if they want them, but this time Vi isn't forcing them to be taken. Soft, serene music lends a sanctified feel to the room.

It is disrupted however, by the murmur of voices as people stream in, filling the carved wooden pews as they wait for the service to begin. Luthir was a knight for over a century. There's a lot of people. ]

Comments

[socialgraces]

[ she takes his hand, allowing it to rest with hers in her lap. she looks down, shaking her head ] The service hasn't started yet.

[bigbad]

[Spike still has the white clothes he wore to Jade's funeral, and he doesn't even complain about putting them on again, though it's still bloody weird. He takes the flower almost thoughtlessly and goes to sit down.]

[necessaryevil]

[ max is wearing... what he always wears, whoops. leather jacket and jeans look out of place here, but whatever, he doubts luthir cares. he shoves both hands in his pockets, avoids looking at anyone, and sits in the back, a little ways down from buffy. ]

[koraith]

[ koraith is dressed in his knights' armor for this occasion, specially sized to his large half-dragon frame. he accepts the rose with a graceful nod and a thank you, and then heads up to sit by lis'sa. ]

[graveflowers]

[ and a rogue violet appears from a room in the back where she had been talking to an attendant about something or other and whining to myri and finnick. she's wearing the same not actually white dress as she'd been wearing at jade's funeral. recycling. she doesn't subscribe to funereal colors. fuck the police, basically. she looks sullen, but not incredibly weepy as she stares at all the npcs knights in attendance. the flower boy tries to give her a flower, but it wilts as he holds it out so she shakes her head and gently shoos him back to his spot. no flowers for her. with a sigh, she moves to the front of the temple where she will sit in the front pew, like a guest of honor. sandwiched between her besties. ]

[watcherjunior]

[ Dawn isn't quite sure where she belongs here. She's here mostly for Violet, and as general support. This feels sadly and strangely familiar, given last July; she didn't know where she belonged there either.

She's wearing a white dress, and takes the offered flower before finding herself a spot somewhere in the middle of the pews. ]

[wynn]

[ wynn enters in one of his long fancy coats, this one white with silver inlays. he's certainly solemn, possessed of a grave sadness as he makes his way down the aisle. he pauses in front of vi, and reaches out to place one hand on her shoulder, before stepping to the front of the room and nodding to the priest.

the priest takes his place at the altar, and starts to conduct a prayer in elvish. ]

[socialgraces]

[ francesca bows her head at the prayer (assuming that's what's appropriate in the elven custom) and gives val'drin's hand another tight squeeze, a sad smile gracing her lips.

she's still holding the tears at bay, though, which is probably more than can be said for dovan. ]

[graveflowers]

[ it's all well and good until the priest says something like "such life" and vi snorts into her tissues because clearly the appropriate response to something as horrifyingly sad as her husband's death is giggles. ] Much sad. Very funeral. Wow.

[ grade a human, right here. ]