Two Bodies

[ascendant_npc]

Who: Rudolph Atkins, Isaiah Boswell, Antonin Dolohov, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Demetrius Greensmith, Auror Gunn, Edric Nott, Theodore Nott, OPEN
What: A most exciting funeral
Where: Saint Ibar Cemetery, Wexford County, Ireland
When: 5 o'clock PM, Friday, June 9th, 2000
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: Blood, violence and bad words

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[maledettodolly]

When the world went to hell and the people he loved were pulled partway along with it (as they often were: it was in their nature), Rudy considered himself a heavy comfort. The counterweight. Rather dumb and lacking in helpful cheerfulness. Like a weight. But reliable, able to do it's job. Like a weight. The weight grounded people. Made them feel if not safe, then held down with a steady pressure as though being encompassed by a lover, or a trusted friend. Pushing, gentle pressure. He thought it rather absurd in his own way: despite his ability to react predictably in most situations, he fell short when it came to matters of the heart. If it was about him: he ran away. Very simple way to momentarily fix things. If it was a pain and suffering and cringing bout of tears born from someone else's heart, he could only be that weight. Expressionless, or awkward, but always that heavy, gentle, love.

His arm as it slipped around Theo's shoulder was not tentative. It slid, their lovely, expensive dress shirts singing together as he pulled the boy close, mouth in his hair. He didn't expect he would cry, but Theo's hair would do as a reasonably good sponge in case the need arose. His eyes flickered to Mr Boswell. He knew him, rather liked when they had managed to speak, but inevitably Edric had always broken it up, or it had been the wrong place and the wrong time. Perhaps they were destined to never really engage in one another.

As always, his smile was polite, proper for the occasion, but twinged with uncertainty until he could lower his eyes to Theo and then back to the man up front. He droned, and it was an unwelcome distraction to the heavy weight he needed to give. He shifted, once, twice, and then removed his arm, glaring at the minister, and pulling Theo's hand into his own, warm, not as heavy.

[seeingdarkness]

Theo smiled softly, leaning in against Rudy, and letting out his fears in a single breath, considerably calmed. He could do this. He just had to get through this and then he could go find his father and they could hide away again, deal with their emotions and reappear when they were able to compose themselves.

Rudy would get him through it, Rudy was always there through the rough patches. As a child that meant making mischief, playing with kittens, and now it was brief touches, and comforting words....and cupcakes. She would have liked the cupcakes. He squeezed Rudolph's hand, blue eyes darting up thankfully.