Blood Moon

Mourning Song

A figure sat silently in the shadows, frame slumped and still.

Their visage, depicted an image as old as the tale of Cain and Able.

For with their story came the first ever recording of death.

It was also, as is the pattern, the first recordings of murder, familial loss, grief, and mourning.

Ever since that day humanity has become a wary companion to death.

They would go through stages of fearing it, exhaulting it, welcoming it, and denying it, but one thing remained constant.

The mourning.

Those who would miss those gone from their side.

Those that despite beliefs and traditions ache for a presence no longer corporal.

No longer there.

The young man within those shadows was of those who ache.

A month had passed since the funeral and Severus had yet to leave his dorms.

The school had given him that month to grieve, but tomorrow he would have to continue on with his life.

The Fae wondered how he was supposed to just continue on.

Logan was gone.

Rosemary, was gone.

While it was true that Severus and Rosemary had never really been close, the incident with Lily destroying any relationship they had shared, the young man couldn't help the sharp stab his heart gave whenever he thought of her death.

In spite of what happened, the young Fae had loved Rosemary.

She had been right there alongside her husband, welcoming him into their home when Lily had dragged him over their threshold, and just like Logan, she took care of him whenever she could.

Despite what had happened, despite her coldly cutting him off, Severus could never forget those years of kindness.

Logan's death, it settled into his bones and weighed his very being until the grief felt like it would crush him.

Logan had been his rock, the one person who he had trusted completely and the only one that Severus knew, without a doubt, had loved him wholly.

There had been no guessing with Logan, not after all the times he had stuck by him, not after he had proven himself over and over again to be on his side, whether that was defending him or disciplining him.

He had never once backed down in the face of Severus' walls, but patiently, bit by bit, built himself a door past them, never once becoming impatient or discouraged.

Logan had been his security and with him gone, the ravenett felt adrift and vulnerable.

After his mother had died, the then teen, had thought he would never feel that way again.

The sorrow weighed on him, painfully familiar and Severus just wanted to stop, just for a second.

Stop feeling, stop remembering, stop existing for just a moment, so he could breath past the loss trying to drown him.

Severus' friends and Cameron would visit him between classes, making sure he ate and would sometimes pull him out of his deeper spirals, but had allowed him his space.

The young Fae knew they wouldn't back off for much longer, especially as his month of mourning was almost over, but he appreciated the time they allowed him to just process.

Just as he predicted, his boyfriend and his friends showed up after Cameron's practice in a united front.

They were all carrying sheets, pillows, and comforters, with backpacks on their back.