Post by reina kellerman on Jan 11, 2018 8:43:37 GMT
Reina was not a crier. Never had been, she was a survivor. She had to live with the anger and resentment of Ursula Kellerman all her life, she had to put up with judgement and prejudice for being a ‘mudblood’ from those that didn’t think her magical power was equal to their own. She had trained as a soldier, a martial artist, a duelist and an auror. She was a Gryffindor, by Merlin, and that meant she was strong, and brave and that you suck it up and fight to the end.
But here she was clutching the small box and crying. Inside was a ring, a perfect simple ring, of diamonds and white gold. She had found it while she rummaged through the wardrobe looking for something though she couldn't remember what now. It had just fallen and out of something that belonged to @doran maybe a pair of pants or a jacket. She had looked at box quizzically before picking it up and heading over to the bed. She opened the box and then the tears started to fall.
She hadn't cried when they told her and not a tear had been shed since then. Not when she identified the remains which amounted to a leg. She knew it was his because of the tattoo on his calf, the date they moved into their apartment in the Blackfriars. He had carried her over the threshold and cooked her for her for the first time and they ate by candlelight with red roses in an old jam jar separating them. She hadn't cried at the small funeral that they held for him. Seeing this ring and what he planned and future that could have been had her finally breaking down.
Fallon, their golden retriever, padded over and put his head on head in her lap and Reina leaned down to snuggle her head against his and let the dog lick away her tears.
But here she was clutching the small box and crying. Inside was a ring, a perfect simple ring, of diamonds and white gold. She had found it while she rummaged through the wardrobe looking for something though she couldn't remember what now. It had just fallen and out of something that belonged to @doran maybe a pair of pants or a jacket. She had looked at box quizzically before picking it up and heading over to the bed. She opened the box and then the tears started to fall.
She hadn't cried when they told her and not a tear had been shed since then. Not when she identified the remains which amounted to a leg. She knew it was his because of the tattoo on his calf, the date they moved into their apartment in the Blackfriars. He had carried her over the threshold and cooked her for her for the first time and they ate by candlelight with red roses in an old jam jar separating them. She hadn't cried at the small funeral that they held for him. Seeing this ring and what he planned and future that could have been had her finally breaking down.
Fallon, their golden retriever, padded over and put his head on head in her lap and Reina leaned down to snuggle her head against his and let the dog lick away her tears.
