#anon thread

[galaxcy78]

Grabbing Keith just made him panic more and try to free himself from the mer shark's grip, eyes wide in a blind panic as he tries desperately to reach the harpoon on his back, a glint of steel shining even in the dim light of the ocean depths he was currently trapped in. The young boy doesn't wanna die, he can't just end up a shark food so easily. He had goals to persue, things to figure out, hidden truths to be ddiscovered. He wanted to live. He wanted to survive this. Keith whimpers fearfully

Shiro yanks his arm back as soon as he sees a weapon. He swims back a little. He watches to see if that’ll help calm this human. He watches from a distance, slowly circling in curiosity not attack mode. He stops behind a rock, peeking out a little. This human would die if they didn’t calm down and get to the surface. He was not the only mershark in this area, though the others were males trying to steal his territory. He was still the alpha male here.

[theamazondiana]

"I'm okay..." Marcus yawned. He was relieved, yet exhausted. Such an intense array of emotions in that short of a time would be enough to tire anybody out, let alone someone of his age. "Are you?" He replied, staring back at her. (ooc: this is gonna be my last reply, but thank you. This was wonderful)

Diana nodded and kissed his forehead. “I am,” she said, smiling softly. “We’re gonna be just fine. Just you and me against the world, right?”

Diana got back into the car, a small small on her face as she drove home. She would never forget Steve. She would never stop loving him...but at least he was there with her in the form of their son.

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[theamazondiana]

Marcus stayed at his father's grave for around fifteen minutes. He sat by it, touched the stone some more, and talked to him in his curious, yet emotional voice. There were brief moments of tears, and equally brief moments of laughter. He said his goodbyes and wrapped his arms around the stone, before retreating back to his mother's side. "Thanks, Mommy. Can we go home now?" Marcus asked, looking up at her with admiration in his eyes.

Diana watched silently, letting her son have a moment with his father as best he could despite Steve’s passing. She picked him up when he was done, holding him close and kissing his head. “Yes, let’s go home,” she said, smiling weakly as she offered her own goodbye to Steve.

She was quiet still as she buckled him back in his car seat. “How are you feeling, love?” she asked once he was in.

[theamazondiana]

Marcus nodded, sniffling. His emotions were all over the place. He was sad that his father wouldn't be around to see them, and he understood that he never would be. But he was happy that his father loved him; at least according to his mother, whom he could always trust. "I love you, Mommy." He said quietly, just above a whisper. He reached out and kissed her cheek, clinging to her tightly.

“I love you, too,” she said, nuzzling against him and smiling. She pulled the boy into her lap, her arms tight around him to offer comfort and security. It was the best she could do; Diana could not bring his father back, as much as she wanted to for the both of them.

“We’ll stay as long as you like, okay? And we can come back whenever.”

[theamazondiana]

Marcus nodded, walking slowly up to the headstone and lowering the flowers. He examined it, read his father's name to himself, and touched the slab. This was his father; the man who his mother told stories about at night. The man who loved him so much, yet he couldn't even recall his voice, and had only seen his face in photos. Still, he could not shake the feeling that he loved him, from somewhere. He slowly crept back to his mother and hugged her hip, tightly. Trying to hide any visible tears.

Diana wrapped her arms around Marcus, letting him cry into her side without comment. She knew he needed to be able to release he emotions. All she could do was be there for support.

She cried herself, too. Mourning the family that they could never be, mourning the love she lost. It had been almost five years now, but Diana’s pain had not lessened. She managed to cope better. That was it.

“He loves you so much, Marcus. I’m sure he is watching us with a big smile now,” she said, pressing her cheek against his hair.

[theamazondiana]

Marcus didn't say anything, but he nodded. His anxiety was replaced by an excitement, dampened by the fact that he was not actually meeting his father, but excited nonetheless at the prospect of seeing him. His mother was there, with him,that's what mattered the most.

Diana nodded and led him to Steve’s grave. It was modest; they had the money to do much more, but she knew Steve wouldn’t have wanted it that way. His full name was carved into the granite slab: Steven Rockwell Trevor. Diana smiled as she pressed her fingertips against the letters. “Hello, my dearest. I brought Marcus today. I know it’s been so long since you’ve seen him,” she said, her arm wrapping around their son.

“Why don’t you give him his flowers?”

[theamazondiana]

Marcus nodded, striding over to the selection of flowers. He picked out a smaller-sized bouquet of blue and purple blossoms; arranged in a semi-circular pattern where the blue flowers were encased by the purple. He handed it to Diana and resumed his place at her side, gazing up at her.

“These are beautiful, they’re perfect,” she said, smiling encouragingly as she took him to the check out. Diana paid and led Marcus back to the car before heading to the cemetery.

As they parked and left the car, Diana took his hand, squeezing tight. “Are you ready?”

[theamazondiana]

"I...I'm alright. I think so." Marcus replied, looking at his mother's reflection through the car mirror. He squirmed in his seat a little bit, but was nonetheless determined.

“Okay, but if you want to leave just let me know. I know it can be scary, but there’s nothing to fear,” she promised him as the stopped at the nearby grocery store. She bit her lip, hoping this would help him deal with his missing father. It felt right. It felt like what Steve would want.

Diana helped Marcus out of his seat and held his hand as they walked inside.

“Pick out some flowers for daddy, okay? Whichever ones you think he would like best.”