🍀Black Clover 🍀
{Nacht x Female oc}
Fala, a runaway spade princess, has to leave everything behind but her precious memories of her home and family, due to the kingdom being overthrown by three devils.
Being dropped off in a new kingdom in front o...
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Morgen's funeral was as expected a mournful and reverent venue, attended by numerous mourners. Many from the Grey Deer gathered to honour the memory of a great comrade and friend, along with public members who held Morgen in high regard for his work as a magic knight. His closest friends, most of whom had stayed at the very back wanting to pay their respects last in only the comforts of each other.
Tears were shed and numerous frowns were present, even the gods seemed to mourn the loss of such a remarkable person, as the sky wept alongside them.
They stood in a small clearing, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and wilted flowers. A simple wooden casket, adorned with a handful of wildflowers, rested beneath a gnarled oak tree, its branches reaching toward the heavens as if searching for Morgen's spirit.
The mourners expressed their respect and sympathy to Nacht, who had stayed close to Fala, the only source of comfort he's had since Morgen's death. She wore a sling on her left arm, a painful reminder of the injury she had sustained that night. He could feel the heavy presence it had on it. He had caused it, he was responsible for everything that had happened; Morgen's death, Fala's injury and the silent haunting look engraved on her face.
He had remained with her at the Blackstone estate, too worried about her mental state and physical well-being —as she was consistently having nose bleeds at random and no one could tell him why. Fala had found herself in a state where she wouldn't talk and began reverting back to how everyone had first met her; quiet, speaking when only spoken to, stand-off-ish, tense and flinching at loud sounds. It honestly scared him, he was in a consistent state of worry for her. He was around her more and she seemed to look for him too, finding solace in each other's presence.
He had become acquainted with Anastasia and Rain but spoke little of the events, relaying only what Fala had instructed him to say. It was Anastasia who had offered to help organise the funeral, a gesture he greatly appreciated. Guilt gnawed at him like a ravenous beast, day and night. His reckless decision had led them into danger, costing Morgen his life and Fala her injury. The sharpness of that memory haunted him, an unending loop of regret that echoed in his mind.
Fala stayed close to Nacht and William, unable to face Yami with the guilt weighing heavily on her heart. She remembered handing him the golden ring, and struggled to find the words; she knew that if she spoke, she would break down in front of him. The truth of that night was a secret meant to remain between Fala and Nacht, something they would carry to their graves.
Every few seconds the injury to her left arm would throb in pain, it was becoming hard to hold back every groan and hiss of pain that wanted to leave her mouth. The way it felt was disgusting, the sensation of thousands of bugs crawling on it made her sick, and the way it would hum with a dark aura made her want to rip the arm off completely. Curses weren't her forte, and she didn't know anyone who could remove it other than her but the thought of her made Fala feel like gouging her eyes out, and the intent to kill her was also there.
