The Funeral ((Open))

[thomas_small]

It's been gently raining intermittently since yesterday, not oppressively, but just enough to make the air cool and soft. It's done very little to make the morning fog escape the coast, too, letting it just lull there in a half-sleep

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[irish_pipes]

Theresa walks slowly toward the casket, still in shock. First her father, which she's still refusing to blieve her father was actually dead, and now Tom. The only family she ever had was now gone.

She pauses a few feet away from the casket and takes a deep breath. She takes the last few remaining steps.

"Tom," she says, her voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe you're gone. I'm going to miss ye Uncle."

She lays the single red rose in her hands in the casket.

[eamon_odonnell]

Eamon puts a hand to her shoulder, even if just to let her know she has someone there to lean on if she wants. "Ye going to be okay, Terry?"

[irish_pipes]

Theresa looks over and blinks. It takes a few minutes for her brain to register that this is Eamon. "I can't believe he's gone, Eamon. First my da and now Tom."

[eamon_odonnell]

"I know. I can't imagine what it's like." He's fairly sure it hasn't completely registered with her yet.

[azarathsraven]

Raven approached, dressed in a white hooded robe- yes, she did indeed wear pants beneath that robe...perhaps her own private little joke- her hands clasped together. She looked at the coffin and gathered her thoughts

[ruby_bday_gift]

Cain's watching the door.

What else would he be doing?

Looking back in just makes him feel everything he felt when he was running towards that hospital.

He'll be feeling plenty of that later tonight. No reason to soak in it now.

[miss_maeve]

((Jesus god this an inappropriate icon for the situation.))

Her eyes are still red from when she got the news last night. Of course, her last conversation with him would have been a fight. They'd never fought with each other before in their lives. It was only fitting that the last she'd see of him was anger.

She hopes death is different for everyone. And she hopes there is no Hell.

"Ye're Cain, aren't ye?" Who else would be looking so stony and blocked-off?

[ruby_bday_gift]

He nods once, saying nothing.

[miss_maeve]

"I've heard ye wanted to stay in Ireland for a while...I don't know what provisions you have made, but if ye need a place to stay, or just want to be closer to...the Keep's always got open doors for you, for as long as you want it."

[in_any_language]

Sam was standing there, very quiet and somber in a straight black dress that hung to her ankles and actually dragged behind her. It was obviously borrowed from the taller woman beside her, a dark woman in a similar gown who had white markings of mourning on her face.

The pair stood to one side, Sam looking deathly pale and Ainka hovering at her side, almost constantly touching the girl as if to assure herself she was still there.

"Make me wake up. Make this a dream,' Sam whispered to her lover in a sub dialect of nigerian.

"If it was mine to gift to you, my small bird, I would." Pained tones, unsure how to offer comfort to the girl during this time.

[ororo_munroe]

The rain doesn't intensify, but the skies darken briefly as Ororo touches down upon the wild cliffs of Cassidy Keep. She walks hesitantly to the gathering, unsure if Tom would have wanted her here - unsure if she should even be here- but proceeds forward anyway.

Her face is tired from lack of sleep, a symptom of the entire last month. And she can't help the alternating tinges of cold anger and numb bitterness in her thoughts. Nor the confusion as to why this is affecting her more than she'd ever thought possible. She walks across the grass until she glimpses the shock of pale skin and the gleaming darkness of wood framing the final resting place of Black Tom Cassidy.

You invited me for a visit, Thomas -is her stark thought.

You should have told me we were in the midsts of having our last.

[eamon_odonnell]

X-Men? Oh no. Not that he didn't appreciate Ororo's help years ago, but if this was some extension of Xavier's good graces it really wasn't the time. Not that he wants to start a fuss or anything. "Ye came for Xavier, lass?"

[ororo_munroe]

It takes a moment, but she remembers Eamon's face. So long ago, since her very first visit to the Keep. Practically a decade ago.

-"'Here's hoping the walls are still standing when I leave...'"

-"'Here's hoping the Keep's still standing at all when I leave... I should be getting back...'"

Unfathomable blue eyes lift to Eamon's worried ones.

"No. I am only representing myself here."

[eamon_odonnell]

"Right." If she says so, he'll believe her. "I'm sorry for doubtin' it. I wasn't aware ye'd been a friend of his."