(Listen...I know what I said in the previous chapter but I got sad and bad things happen to these characters when i am sad.
Also yes, this is like that one chapter in Bridgerton where Anthony is all sad, I don't have anything to say in my defense, your honor. )
There were footsteps everywhere, doors closing, and the hushed voices of the servants created a deafening buzz over a girl's distant cries. Ao'nung walked around like a soulless man as the remaining shattered pieces of whatever his sister had thrown at their mother remained stuck in the sole of his shoes, scratching the tails under his feet with each step.
He looked at the foot of the stairs where Tsireya was still wailing hysterically in Rotxo's arms, and then he turned around to look into the living room where his father was still as a statue, his gaze lost at some point beyond the window in front of him as the sober light of the early morning began to go inside the house. There were servants around him asking questions on how to proceed but they were unsuccessful and after some time shoven away by his father's silence.
So, they did the next logical thing to do: They turned to look at him.
"Pardon me, Mister. Might we begin with the...arrangements?" His father's butler asked, a couple of lower male servants stood behind waiting to carry out any order Ao'nung was about to give them.
"The...?" He shook his head, still too aware of his sister's cries to understand what was said.
"The casket needs to be built." The old man simply said, wearing an apologetic look in his eyes under the cold professional façade he wore.
"Forgive me, but we have questions about the body." One of the men behind the butler asked. "Should we move it from the bedroom?"
"The doctor needs to be called!" The housekeeper said as she walked away from the maids that tried to assist Tsireya.
"And what about the letters?" The butler insisted.
"What letters?" Ao'nung mumbled with his eyes looking everywhere but them.
"To give notice of the death."
"The miss is still hysterical, and the young master's body shall receive a diagnosis of death. We must send for the doctor!" The housekeeper insisted.
"Also, should we remove the young master's things from the room?"
"No!" Tsireya cried from the staircase. "Nobody is taking anything away!"
"Mister?" They sighed quietly.
"The...you send for...and..." Ao'nung took a short breath as his voice cracked and the back of his head hurt from holding back his tears. He gave a pleading look to Rotxo and he didn't hesitate to run to his aid.
"Missus Hart is right, first we must send for a doctor to check the...to check him." Rotxo looked at the butler who waited until Ao'nung nodded and a man was instantly out of the door. "And also, the casket, those are the most important things. Letters shall be sent, and nothing will be taken away from Ia'yan's room." He spoke directly to butler who only gave him a single nod. Rotxo put a hand on Ao'nung's back to try to get him to move from the shattered pieces under them.
"But mister, about moving the body...?"
"Nobody is moving him." Ao'nung turned around in a quick motion as he spoke almost violently, leaving no room for discussion. In a second the servants scattered away.
That was the last thing Ao'nung said before everything became dull. Days started to blur together, and he very rarely went out of the house. Since that day when the Geljo home had become busier than ever, things turned completely around and now the corridors seemed haunted, silence everywhere he went and dullness any way he looked.
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To our little ones || Aonung x Neteyam
Fanfiction"My dearest, Give all my children a kiss, tell them I think about them by day, pray for them by night, and find my best comfort in their affection. I know it seems like a very long time before I see them but remind them, we may all work, so these ha...
