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Holi | Conory

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Conory Monte Carlo Weekend - Hotel Hermitage Diamond Suite - May 26th - 28th, 2016

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Conory Monte Carlo Weekend - Hotel Hermitage - May 26th - 28th, 2016

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Conory Monte Carlo Weekend - F1 - May 26th - 28th, 2016

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Conory Travels - Monte Carlo F1 - May 26th - 28th, 2016

[iraxwolfe]

Last year, Ira couldn't bring himself to visit Anna's grave on Mother's Day, especially when next to her lied their son. This year, he had made his way to the cemetery, flowers in his hands for both of them. He stood at the entrance for awhile, underneath wondering if he was truly prepared or not until his phone rang. He knew the number, but it took several rings for him to accept the call. He didn't say anything, and for a minute neither did the other line, gauging the silence.

"This is either going to turn into an obscene phone call or you can take me on a tour."

Eyes closed--the closest he had to rolling his eyes--but also clenched his jaw at the weight of the moment.

"I'll hang up if you choose the first, Doctor," was the solemn warning given back. An approving, crooked grin could be felt in response.

"Tour it is," Constantine's voice threaded through, the tone slightly changing with the next words. "What do you see?"

Stubborn, his answer was simple. "It's a cemetery."

"In detail, Ira."

He thought to himself that this conversation was a mistake, telling him about his plans to visit, how last year he couldn't..

"What kind of flowers did you bring?" was asked to stop the spiral of doubt.

"...Ranunculus."

"That was her favorite?"

"Yes.--For both of them."

"Really? Elijah had a favorite?"

The Major General's lips vaguely tugged at the corners before breathing out softly. "When he was two it was. He lost interest when he got older."

"What did he like about them?"

"They were soft. The petals. Anna... She would let him touch them--not much because too much of that can do something. I've forgotten." There was another pause while he stared at the cemetery, still standing at the entrance. "I don't want them to think I've forgotten them, too."

"I'll stay on the line the entire time. I want to hear you say hi to your family for me."

Time was taken, gradually being swayed but still being held back by the feeling he couldn't possibly be welcomed.

"What do you think they would have thought of me, by the way?"

Blue eyes squinted, about to question the inquiry until he thought over the reactions. "Anna would have thought you were a character."

"I wish we had met, then. And Elijah?"

"He would have hated you."

Constantine's laugh made the older man smile, letting the words exchanged sink in before the other gave his in return. "One out of two isn't bad. But he wouldn't hate me so much if he knew I got you to see them."

Slowly, a nod was given, and on the youngest end of the phone, he could hear the deep inhale.

"Doctor-" his voice cleared, correcting himself, "Constantine. ...Thank you."

The intention resonated, appreciating the effort from a man he knew would rather cut off his own arm than ask for help. "Sure. You still owe me the tour. Take it one step at a time."

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Text || Conory || Feb 14th

Constantine: I’m glad you brought your own flowers to your funeral.

Emory: There is really no need for such overreaction, Mister Payne.