Oki so I need angst and I need death. Honestly that will cure my depression. I need Sophie and Biana and maybe Linh and any other characters you think of crying over Dex’s grave. OR (this just came to mind) Dex crying over a wanderling that is one of the triplets’. Bonus points if the other two triplets are there
It’s been a hot minute since I wrote some good angst, so thanks for the request. Hope it hurts! <3
Their world had once been free of death. But now it crept everywhere, leaping out from the shadows and striking where they least expected it.
Sophie and Dex had been the first victims.
Juline grasped Kesler’s hand, tears pouring down her face. Her voice was scratchy as she spoke, “He was an amazing son.” The crowd around them murmured in agreement, with barely a dry eye in sight.
Kesler stood stiffly, knowing that if he allowed himself to loosen, the tears would come and not stop. And he had to be strong for Juline.
She shook her head. “He may have died Talentless, but I tell you, he had more talent in a bone of his body than I’ve ever had in my life. The talent to brighten up your day, welcome you in, and make you feel whole again.” She choked up, and Kesler moved to take over.
“Thank you all for coming today. Dex was a light that will never go out. We will always remember him.”
Lex, Bex, and Rex’s faces were stoney. Once bright and full of light, now they held nothing. They stared into the world, blank and empty, as though someone had come along and vacuumed out their souls.
“Who… who are we going to prank now?” Rex whispered, tugging at Kesler’s hand.
Kesler choked on a sob. “I’m sure you’ll find someone.”
The nine-year-olds exchanged glances, and then Bex whispered, “But it won’t be the same.”
He shook his head. “It won’t be.” He drew them closer. “But at least we have each other.”
When Dex returned, the family rejoiced. They were whole again.
Rex, brave, loyal Rex, was downed by a bolt of flame in the final battle.
At only thirteen years old, he had insisted on fighting. The elves, the stupid, stupid elves, had let him. Their arrogance was the death of them.
When they were asked to speak on him at the mass planting, both parents just shook their heads. He deserved their words. But they didn’t have them.
Watching the seed go in the ground, Bex tugged at Kesler’s hand. It was the same way that Rex had tugged at his hand four years before, at Dex’s planting. Waves of sadness washed over him, and he had to stare at Dex for a moment to orient himself.
“Dad, who… last time, you said that we would find someone new to prank. But without Rex, how will we prank anyone?”
Kesler crouched down on the grass and looked her in the eye. “We will find a way, Bex. It’ll be okay.”
Bex looked at him with sorrowful eyes, and his heart fractured again, pieces scattering throughout him, weighing him down.
But what reason did she have to?