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( semi-closed ) the ocean washes over your grave
WHO: to those who wish to pay respects.
WHAT: wriothesley's funeral.
WHERE: an abandoned beach at okinawa.
WHEN: 20th of november.
WARNINGS: death, naturally. will update as it goes.
Whether this is your character's first time at Okinawa or not, one can tell that the usual summery atmosphere on this certain beach has been changed out for a more somber tone for this occasion. Ishmael had even taken it upon herself that the beach has been cleared out of any debris and crabs so that there won't be an further messes nor sudden uninvited guests turning up. Of course, most of the work and preparation are all thanks to Ereshkigal, the esteemed goddess of death, who's made sure to comply to the couple's wishes to the very end.
The funeral is located at what appears to be the remnants of an abandoned beach resort, which has been spruced up and decorated in soft off-color whites. The beach has been provided with ample shading as well; huge umbrellas have been set up at various points on the shore for some much-needed protection, along with a peaceful view of the beach and the nearby dock that goes a little further out into the water.
It is meant to be a quiet affair, the distant crash of waves being the only form of music accompaniment. Though of course, it can't all be doom and gloom -- after all, funerals are meant to provide reprieve for the ones who are left behind as well.
[ ooc: hello! while this is reserved for the people who knew him, people can also be +1'd if they so desire! just mention it in the network post associated with this log right here. as always, have fun! ]
WHAT: wriothesley's funeral.
WHERE: an abandoned beach at okinawa.
WHEN: 20th of november.
WARNINGS: death, naturally. will update as it goes.
The funeral is located at what appears to be the remnants of an abandoned beach resort, which has been spruced up and decorated in soft off-color whites. The beach has been provided with ample shading as well; huge umbrellas have been set up at various points on the shore for some much-needed protection, along with a peaceful view of the beach and the nearby dock that goes a little further out into the water.
It is meant to be a quiet affair, the distant crash of waves being the only form of music accompaniment. Though of course, it can't all be doom and gloom -- after all, funerals are meant to provide reprieve for the ones who are left behind as well.
MORNING
At the gazebo overlooking the shoreline, the first thing one notices upon arriving is a casket made of dark food, covered in plenty of flowers. In it is Wriothesley, fresh-faced and tranquil in his tuxedo -- perhaps looking a bit too tranquil that one would think he's merely asleep. Aside from some new scars here and there he looks relatively unchanged, now and forevermore, all thanks to Ereshkigal's hard work.
Near the casket is a small table decked in white cloth and more flowers, with various pictures of Wriothesley displayed thanks to March 7th's contributions. It's a memory table, though instead of a book, a tablet will be provided where one can still submit their memories with him before it can be saved into a hard drive and will be given to Tezcatlipoca for later use.
Everyone is free to take one more look at their friend, acquaintance, brother figure and confidante for the last time before noon strikes. For anyone curious enough to want to observe the proceedings around preparing Wriothesley’s body, this is taken care of by one of the local gods of death. For the occasion, Tezcatlipoca even looks the part, since he dons his formal regalia to preside over the process. As he speaks Nahuatl, he gently pours a jug of water over Wriothesley’s head, then opens his mouth to place a little green stone inside, underneath his tongue. He brushes his fingers against the makeup that covers the top half of his face to collect a little smear of it, then brushes it down underneath Wriothesley’s lips. It’s an extra, personal blessing, should it be needed in the afterlife. It’s all serious and meticulous, a sign of how even the chaotic god takes this process as important and worthwhile.
After these preparations are done, he simply asks for the tokens that will accompany him, and he takes them all off to be cremated.
Near the casket is a small table decked in white cloth and more flowers, with various pictures of Wriothesley displayed thanks to March 7th's contributions. It's a memory table, though instead of a book, a tablet will be provided where one can still submit their memories with him before it can be saved into a hard drive and will be given to Tezcatlipoca for later use.
Everyone is free to take one more look at their friend, acquaintance, brother figure and confidante for the last time before noon strikes. For anyone curious enough to want to observe the proceedings around preparing Wriothesley’s body, this is taken care of by one of the local gods of death. For the occasion, Tezcatlipoca even looks the part, since he dons his formal regalia to preside over the process. As he speaks Nahuatl, he gently pours a jug of water over Wriothesley’s head, then opens his mouth to place a little green stone inside, underneath his tongue. He brushes his fingers against the makeup that covers the top half of his face to collect a little smear of it, then brushes it down underneath Wriothesley’s lips. It’s an extra, personal blessing, should it be needed in the afterlife. It’s all serious and meticulous, a sign of how even the chaotic god takes this process as important and worthwhile.
After these preparations are done, he simply asks for the tokens that will accompany him, and he takes them all off to be cremated.
EARLY AFTERNOON
In case anyone is feeling peckish while waiting for the ashes, fortunately there are some food available. Since Wriothesley had had a fondness for tea that's bordering on addiction, there will be a wide selection of teas available at one side -- along with cookies and biscuits which were actually bought by Ishmael in bulk at various convenience stores, but don't knock them out before you try them! There are even some leftover boxes of pocky that were brought along, but for the sake of this occasion, they're not spiked with anything. There is also coffee for those with a different palate, though they come in instant packets. Better than nothing, and they aren't too bad (in Ishmael's opinion).
Of course, there are also servings of sliced fresh fruit such as watermelon, mango, and pineapple along with coconut crab chowder if you want something a little more filling.
It will take a couple more hours before the main part of the event, and that means more time to kill. Ishmael isn't forbidding anyone to take a dip in the waters if they like, so long as they can come back looking fresh and new. There are also fishing gear provided, albeit in limited stock. Ultimately this is the time to catch up with each other, potentially gossip about the dead or even other people who come to mind -- it's all in good fun, at least until it is time to say goodbye.
Of course, there are also servings of sliced fresh fruit such as watermelon, mango, and pineapple along with coconut crab chowder if you want something a little more filling.
It will take a couple more hours before the main part of the event, and that means more time to kill. Ishmael isn't forbidding anyone to take a dip in the waters if they like, so long as they can come back looking fresh and new. There are also fishing gear provided, albeit in limited stock. Ultimately this is the time to catch up with each other, potentially gossip about the dead or even other people who come to mind -- it's all in good fun, at least until it is time to say goodbye.
LATE AFTERNOON
At last, when the sun is beginning to set on the horizon, it's finally time. Tezcatlipoca will have been staying the entire time to observe, but he simply returns with an urn in his hands to give to Ishmael. Ishmael then urges everyone to come follow her to the furthest end of the dock, the wind not too strong enough for the ashes to be cast as far as can be.
Here, Ishmael puts the urn on display and tells everyone that if they like, they are free to take a handful of ashes and scatter them into the waters. Whether or not they choose to utter their final words or not, it doesn't matter -- their thoughts will be carried off by the wind and the waves at the end of the day.
And with that, the funeral is over. Everyone is free to go home after this, or help in the cleanup of the venue if they're that inclined. Either way, they will all have to move on one way or another and they will have to do it together.
Here, Ishmael puts the urn on display and tells everyone that if they like, they are free to take a handful of ashes and scatter them into the waters. Whether or not they choose to utter their final words or not, it doesn't matter -- their thoughts will be carried off by the wind and the waves at the end of the day.
And with that, the funeral is over. Everyone is free to go home after this, or help in the cleanup of the venue if they're that inclined. Either way, they will all have to move on one way or another and they will have to do it together.
[ ooc: hello! while this is reserved for the people who knew him, people can also be +1'd if they so desire! just mention it in the network post associated with this log right here. as always, have fun! ]
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he cares. he loves. she knows.
his touch helps and she finds the courage she needed to step forward and pour one out for the boy.
noted about him not minding a capybara tumbler, though. hm.
hiyori closes her eyes at yato's words. she is thankful for that, too. for that first message and the memories she gets to keep. he was her boxing partner and he taught her so much. one of her moves has to be named after him. for sure.
it takes yato's gentle encouragement and tugs to get her to stand again and she leans her body against his, hands resting on his around her middle while she looks out for a bit longer. ]
... Let's go home and get that wine.
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Still, he can't help reminding her, however unnecessarily, that he's here for her. It's the least he can do.
And what can he say, sometimes he's a simple
boyguy.The good thing is that they'll always have a piece of Wrio in their hearts, that they'll be able to look back on their time with him and remember him fondly. It won't cure the grief, but it should help. At least a little bit.
Nosing at her neck, he can't help placing a chaste kiss there; he's grateful to Wriothesley for helping Hiyori to protect herself better. To gift her with more knowledge to keep on living.]
Sounds good to me. C'mon, it'll be my treat.
[Sliding out from behind her, he keeps one arm wrapped around her middle to hold her close, sheltering her from some of the chill wind.]
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not an unwelcome reminder, in any case.
with her hair much shorter, he can easily get there. yato's affection helps as much as anything else. maybe it helps the most. thaws out the chill in her bones on a sunny, if breezy, day out on the coastline.
she puts her head on his shoulder throughout their trek out of the sand. ]
Hmm, but the one I like is expensive...
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In some ways he likes the fact her fluffiness grants him access, though the reason for it still makes his heart clench. He'll have to make sure to get her a scarf for sure, to help keep her neck warm...
Hopefully she won't mind him gently nuzzling against her now and then.]
It's fine. You know I don't mind buying you things. Especially on occasions like this.
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how could she mind? it fills the hollow feeling in her chest. only he could.
now he doesn't mind. yukine would be proud to hear that yato is using his money to buy things for other people. for hiyori. there's an arm she's put around his waist too and she squeezes at the dip. ]
... And you get to enjoy it and get drunk, too. Your favorite thing.
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Ever since he gave up wishing for a giant shrine and a million followers, he's been so much happier. It wasn't fame and fortune he wanted, it was friends and family. Something he has now both in Hiyori.]
Uh uh. Second favorite thing. You're my favorite thing.
[He pauses in walking to press a kiss to her temple, smiling warmly.]
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everyone does. they haven't been able to have much peace and happiness since getting here in the grand scheme of things. even after an arduous mission, they were getting assblasted with punishments. or, this time, had to consider of all the orphans that lost their homes. their recoveries.
if there's any peace and happiness, it's in their dorms at night when it's just them. hiyori is happiest there, crawling into bed beside yato and falling asleep to the sound of his breathing or his heartbeat. ]
Hwha...
[ THAT'S HER LINE!!! ]
I can't believe it. I beat your beloved booze...
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Which is why he doesn't deny the happiness that comes from their time spent together. They both deserve and need the peace that comes from quiet time at night, away from the stresses of the day and the horrors of their new reality.]
Hehe... You sure did. I thought it was the thing that makes me happiest, but that's you now. I could probably give it up so long as I have you.
Maybe.
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"maybe" actually makes her laugh, more than a giggle or faint smile. more than she's been able to do all day. ]
You don't have to. I wouldn't do that to you.
[ she says through huffs of amusement. aaah, she needed that.
as long as it's not a detriment to his health. ]
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It's so good to hear her laugh, lightening his spirit like the tinkling of chimes on the wind.]
That's why I love you. You're so good to me.
[Despite the laughter, he truly means it. She's nothing but supportive and encouraging, lenient when permissible yet stern when called for... Truly the best partner anyone could ask for.]
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this time, she scoffs but it's still pretty amused. there's the flutter of butterflies in her gut, too. like she'll never get used to hearing three words in yato's voice. probably because she was sure, for a long time, she never would. ]
Because I won't take your booze from you.
[ she can hear it as sand solidifies to gravel and makes it easier to walk. almost as if reflecting the yield of her spirit, now stronger being held to her rock's side. back to normal. ]
Not like I did as a kid when Yukine-kun wasn't feeling good...
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What can I say? I'm a simple guy. Hehe.
[Simple. YEAH RIGHT. The only thing simple is how happy he is to just be by Hiyori's side, despite the circumstances. She always makes everything better just by her bright smile and indomitable spirit.]
Well, you were right to do so back then...
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hiyori is the simple one!! he's... yato. ]
I was?
[ only if he was overdoing it. which it didn't seem like he was? hiyori was just being hiyori at the time. everyone copes differently.
though calling booze his ~medicine~ might've been overdoing it. ]
I just didn't like that you were drinking while Yukine-kun felt bad. Like you were enjoying yourself but... that wasn't really the case, was it?
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Yeah. Because you're right again now. It wasn't that I was trying to enjoy myself. I was just drowning my problems in the only way I knew how. It was a shitty thing of me to do.
[He might not have been overdoing it, but he wasn't coping in a very healthy way, either. He should've been more attentive to Yukine's problems and done more to help him cope better.]
Even if it bothered me at the time, I'm grateful you cared so much as to go that far.
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hiyori hums, brow furrowed. maybe, yeah, drinking while your kid is suffering like yukine was isn't the best thing to do.
but she was there to help and take care of his shinki. she liked being there to help. it wasn't pretending to be family, like kazuma said, they WERE family. they are. ]
Of course, I cared. [ it didn't seem like that much at the time. supporting yukine or scolding yato. it was the right thing, teenage hiyori thought. ]
You cared, too. You've always cared.
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Though at the time he thought Yukine just needed space. He's never been very good at giving out physical affection, at least he wasn't until they started dating. Then he learned fairly quickly.
He wishes he could've done things differently, maybe done more for Yukine. But what's done is done and he's grateful to Hiyori for being another pillar of support to his shinki. To both of them. She's always been there, right from the start. Truly family. More so than his father, that's for damn sure.]
I don't think it would've been possible for you to not care. [As for him...] ...yeah. It's hard not to once you've seen a shinki's past.
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it's not wrong to think he needed space. maybe he did, but hiyori went upstairs anyway. though all she really did was open the window for fresh air and hover around, worried and heartbroken as she listened to his tears.
knowing yato was feeling just as bad because of their connection.
hiyori shoots him a sheepish smile. he's not wrong about THAT, either. that does sound pretty impossible when it came to those two. or anybody, really. ]
A God's Greatest Secret... [ she murmurs, under her breath, almost a sigh. ]
I don't blame you. When I learned what happened to Yukine-kun... I finally understood why you cried after you named him...
[ to think yato's had so many shinki and saw all of their tragic deaths. ]
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He returns her smile with a soft one of his own, tinged with sadness as he nods slowly.]
Mmm. His death was one of the worst ones I've ever experienced... His terror, his pain... That's why I refused to give up on him, even if it killed me. I couldn't be another person to let him down.
...I'm sorry you had to learn that.
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she can believe it. trapped. suffocating. in pain. hiyori shakes her head at his apology. she... she wanted to know.
it hurts, still, years later. hurts like wriothesley's because he suffered, too. if his spirit was here, could yato name him...? but she couldn't ask yato of that. never. he's been through enough, too. ]
... You didn't give up on him, so Yukine-kun changed for the better. For both your sakes. He has you as a new father figure. One he deserved. You have him as a guide. One you deserve.
[ not the one he got in life. ]
Thank you for giving him a better resting place, Yato. I don't know where you took him but... I - I'm glad you did. I had to leave flowers where he was.
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No one deserves that. Least of all a kind, gentle boy like Yukine who loves his sister and people themselves.
If Wriothesley's spirit were here, Yato would name him, willingly. It might be torturous to know his agony in the end, but if it would've saved his soul, he'd be willing to go through it. He may not be able to handle the number of shinki Bishamon can, but he can still save lives.]
Yeah... I'm so glad we stumbled across him. For both our sakes. Even if he gets pissed at me at times, I think we work well together.
[His irreplaceable someone.]
You don't have to thank me, Hiyori... If anything I should thank you for doing that. And if it helps, he's somewhere beautiful, where his sister will be able to think of him.
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Everyone gets pissed at you.
[ they do work well together. the best. irreplaceable. ]
I do have to thank you. Nobody else could do it...
[ nobody else KNEW. she starts to tear up again and looks over her shoulder, where wriothesley went.
it's beautiful, too. the ocean. ]
It helps. [ she met his sister. yuka.
hiyori felt a strange kinship. yukine's actual sister and herself. hiyori saw him as a little brother, too. ]
He should be remembered by people who loved him, too.
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Yeah, I know. [Hugging her tight against him, he pauses to glance back as well, expression turning remorseful.]
I'm glad. It's all I could do for him. Help him be remembered by the one person who cared.
[Glancing at her, his lips quirk up softly.]
Now there's two people who will always know of and love him.
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she blinks once he holds her closer, looking up at him thoughtfully as he looks down.
all he could do for yukine's past self. he does a lot more for him now. and it was more than anybody else could do. ]
Three.
[ she pokes his middle. well, more, with kofuku and daikoku. others, too. three though, for sure. ]
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Smiling still, he touches their noses together then their foreheads.
Hopefully he can be a good, if not dad to Yukine, then god at least. Grant him some measure of peace in the afterlife that he never got while he was alive.]
Heh, yeah. I meant you of the Near Shore, though. He deserves to be remembered by those who are still living.
[Brushing back some hair from her face, he kisses her softly.]
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but it's not never, either.
hiyori breathes him in with his proximity. he always smelled so good when she was half-ayakashi. it's different now, but still good. it makes her wonder about his shinki's complaints.
absently, she kisses him back until they break away. ]
Maybe... when we drink, we can do it in honor of all of the dead...
[ wriothesley. yukine. kazuma. mayu. sakura.
everyone. ]
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