(Child death tw; grief tw) Over the land there lies a long shadow

[lightofthestars]

In the court among the flowers, a small grave has been made. Next to it, upon a bed-sheet shroud, lies Frisk.

Tauriel and the Batman had worked to make Frisk ready for this funeral. She could not bear the thought of laying them to rest as she had found them, and so together, the two of them had cleaned Frisk's body and dressed them in new clothes. Tauriel had bathed their body in many tears as she had worked, for their wounds were grievous and had surely caused them great anguish. She had need, in the end, to find a cloth to wind around their neck, for nothing could cover the wound that had ended their life.

When the work had been carried out, Tauriel had called as many as she could find of the people of the castle to the garden. She cannot be the only one to say farewell to their dearly loved friend.

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[sansational]

When he sees her reaching out, he does the same, taking her hand in his and squeezing gently. There's a joke here somewhere. There usually is. Even he couldn't possibly see it or have the metaphorical stomach for telling it. Even then, a hug is the last thing he expects, from her. But that means he's too surprised to protest it, and after the initial shock fades, he finds that he doesn't want to. The hug is warm, and leaves him feeling forgiven for things he hadn't even known how to apologize for.

So he returns it, the best that he can. His grip is weak and his hands are still a little shaky.

"couldn't do much. didn't know until too late. can't heal. s-4 can. poor kid wore himself out trying." They're both a little focused on taking care of other people as a reason to move forward, perhaps. He draws in a deep, shuddering breath, and slowly lets it out. Some of the vibrating tension leaves his bones.

"...would have if i could. still sorry it happened. i...i don't know what else i can say? but i'll help. if i can."