 :'c • HuffleStud • Knight of The Zodiac • Manly Beard-Grower • Cicatrice de Harry •
Curtis was here..
Yes, he was. His expression was stony but deep inside were cracks in his heart. His godmother passing away in the battle still hurt. Part of him was still angry over it all and the sight of this memorial reignited those feelings. Intrusive thoughts involving burning it all at how this could be a celebratory thing. But the temptation flickered away as soon as it invaded his thoughts. Shaking his head avoiding the stone that held Cassiopeia Kitridge's name.
Walking through the garden was calming for him. He couldn't place it why it was something so dainty could do such a thing. But it became clear on his choice of plant to honor the mother he never had and forever lost.
Dropping to his knees, his head bowed over where he intended to plant. Waiting for the blur to subside from his warm and wet eyes. Exhaling the shivers along his body, the calm returned as he gently removed the orchids from his small pot, quickly planting them into the spot.
Orchids... Mum loved pink and they channel grace in times of grief. I miss you mum.. Curtis thought as he looked at the flowers.
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