(Just for fun:3) a letter comes into Zephyr's possession by way of a courier, a solemn look painting the messengers face. Once opened he'd find out that Kali had been killed(like murdered) and her body was found washed up on a beach. How does zephyr react after reading it, and at the funeral afterwards?
Zephyr's eyes scanned over the letter as it was handed to him, running bony digits over the smooth expanse of the parchment. Something didn't feel right about this letter, and it was nearly destroying him already- the ink seemed to seep through the back of the paper, and he could already almost feel devastation.
The drug beaten man turned on a heel, waving the courier off. He closed the giant door to his manor, and started to move up the stairs quickly, up towards his dining room.
He was expecting a death; but not Kaliana's. He slipped into a chair and lit a cigarette, swirling whiskey around in a crystal glass while he stared at the folded thing, trying to find the strength to open it.
What seemed like forever passed until he finally pushed a nail under the fold, popping the seal up to scan over each written word.
He felt his face contort, his lips curl upwards, brows furrow- his shoulders drop down a small bit. As if all the air left his body, this delayed response nearly had the best of him. His chest started to heave, and his eyes widened even more.
He shook violently, reaching out to grab his glass once more- that threatened to spill with every passing movement. He lifted it to his lips, the alcohol sloshing around and eventually dripping down his chin, tainting the scruff there.
Zephyr couldn't think- no, his mind was blank. His body was being torn up in whatever this wave was. He shoved himself up, setting the letter down on the table oh-so carefully before he made the trek up to the bedroom.
Ace was curled onto the bed, with a small little smile setting on her bi-sected lips. Zephyr leaned on the door frame, eyes casting downwards in the silence, which was shortly broken as his opposite's smile faded.
"Kali's dead." He murmured down, face blank- no emotion rested there.
He got no answer from his little world's Queen. She only slipped up to move over to him, a hand resting at his jaw, one Zephyr could only tilt his head into, staring down at their feet.
A few days later, Zephyr left Ace's arms after not moving from the bed after that moment; days of just laying in bed with her, not a tear shed- but silent as a mouse.
He shoved himself into the shower, looking up against the water falling from the ceiling- letting it wash his filth away, letting it clean all the negative emotions off of him.
He eventually got out, and shoved himself into the most foreign clothing after brushing through his shaggy hair. A black tux, red tie, nice dress shoes. He looked so odd; but he was sure Kali would have liked it.
He arrived at Kaliana's funeral, walking over the grass carefully with his cane in hand. There was a small line that lead up to her, and he was impatiently waiting. Sooner than he expected, it was his time to look. He did so tentatively.
Darling Kaliana, with small curls pulled into golden hair; her pale white skin, her soft face. She looked just like she was sleeping, and he almost wanted to shove her to see if she would wake up. The cold truth was she wouldn't.
He bit along his lip, pulling a white rose from his sleeve to slip it in with her- a small note attached to it. Cliche as it might be, it held Zephyr's slanted, crude and perfected calligraphy- 'I'm sorry.' That was it. He wasn't one for making something too much, and with a small touch to the side of her casket, he turned away and stalked off to find somewhere to brood before the show went on.
It wasn't long before the entire group was seated, and people were saying all these beautiful things about Kali- the woman they loved, the woman they respected, they protected.. He even saw some people he knew, but he kept to himself.
He didn't have anything beautiful to say. She was a woman; one he did indeed admire, but for the sickest reasons.
After it was over, little Zephyr pushed up instantly and hurried out of the area. He couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted to go back to Ace, his bed- and sit in the silence for even longer. That's what he did. Lay in bed, staring into Ace with those empty eyes, that wouldn't expand into the endless night they usually portrayed for quite some time.
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