February Catch All [closed]

[nastyboy]

Who: What remains of Team Femblemtroika
What: With a few hard hitting losses to the gang, they all try to deal with it. This may mean a roadtrip through Kanto.
When: February
Where: Starting in Olivine, ending in the vague and widely defined area of Kanto
Warnings: None besides their grief (as of yet)

Comments

Depression Junction aka everyone's left and everyone else is sad

[nastyboy]

for dedue

[woofdad]

Objectively, it makes perfect sense that life just… keeps going in the household, even after the sudden disappearance of several of its members. No matter how strange it feels to Grant to consider that he’s just… standing here, helping Dedue clean up after dinner, less than a month after Chip vanished, it just kind of has to be that way. Finding things to do is certainly better than stewing in his own thoughts, anyway.

Maybe it’s that desire for distraction that leads him to notice how Dedue keeps pausing in his work, rubbing at his scarred hands. …Or maybe he just would have noticed anyway. Either way, he pauses before putting a stack of dried plates away, glancing over his shoulder at Dedue. “Are your hands bothering you?”

the nescafe frappe attack (for claude)

[donoteattheweeds]

Spring will soon be upon them, and the household is still in some odd state of mourning. Dedue has tried to support Dimitri and the others as best as he is able, but things are... delicate. There were many losses in a short time.

One such loss comes to the forefront of his mind with unfortunate regularity with the changing of the weather-- the relentless approach of spring reminds him of what he'll have to do to reawaken the gardens, and in particular, the roses. He's a little concerned about the survival of the miniature ones, the purple--

Which, again, turns his thoughts towards that which should not be named. It's selfish of him, anyway, to be so preoccupied when there are others in the house who are experiencing the loss more acutely. He should be more productive with his time than brooding about might-have-beens.

(Or, he could stand at the window with a cup of tea and brood out at the still slumbering gardens. That he could also do.)