SCAWWY 😱 rondo

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In the tapestry of floriography, the borage flower stands out as a symbol of emotional fortitude and joy. Its star-shaped blue blossoms have carried the weight of courage since Roman times, believed to embolden warriors on the battlefield. Borage flower and leaves are used for fever, cough, and depression.

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[ every week, it just gets a little worse. there are moments in these deep, awful pits of despair that he thinks about sazantos and his frustration, and knowing that these things were not caused by cruel intentions, but by the actions of this awful cult, tempers his own sense of right and wrong, hope and darkness, but it sure as hell doesn't make things any easier.

rondo hasn't moved. he's just sitting by the gravestone, still, curled up in a ball. arms around his knees, head down. as alfyn approaches and hugs him, he doesn't even react, at first - he can feel rondo is trembling, shaking like a leaf as his hands fall away from himself, and... after a long, long moment, he reaches up both hands and curls them tight in the back of his shirt.

there's a hiccup, and a noise that might be a sob. ]

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[ boothill. ichiban. cloud. iwatooshi. marina.

pickles. iwatooshi. camille. marina.

who next? who are they going to have to kill, during trial? who are they going to have to kill, come sunday? it's so hard to keep hope, to hold onto light and optimism and the good in the world, when they keep having their loved ones ripped from their hands like this. but alfyn curls his arms tight around rondo, trying to bolster them both up and absorb the tremors in rondo's body, as he buries his face into a familiar shoulder.

neither one of them has to be strong, right now. they can simply lean on one another in grief, faintly illuminated by the lantern light at a graveside that now belongs to another.

tomorrow, they'll figure out who did this. tomorrow, they'll make sure they know they're not alone - but also make sure they can't do this again.

it's hard for it to not feel personal when you don't get to say goodbye. ]