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120_minutenTeam: Weiß (Titanic)
Challenge: Hurt/Comfort - Joker "paralysiert" H/C-Bingotabelle 2018 - fürs Team
Fandom: Star Wars VII/VIII(/IX)
Charaktere/Pairing: Rey, Kylo
Kommentar: Weiterhin eine Trotzreaktion auf diese megaschlechte Youtbuber-Reylo, die mich einfach nicht los lässt!
Is wieder nur hurt, aba nu leiden beide, das lässt sich später besser comforten.
She had never been to a funeral.
Well… attending one would have required feeling close to people beforehand. Nobody ever had been close enough to her to even think about attending their funeral.
Except Finn of course. And Poe. And probably Rose. Now. But before them, there had been nobody.
The more uncomfortable she felt this very moment.
Surrounded by people mourning the only person ever legitimately related to her. A person she never met.
She had all rights to be there. On the other hand it felt completely wrong. She felt so out of place.
Carefully she stayed behind, during the reception; the whole ceremony at all.
Everybody shoke each others hand, stated their sympathy, some more pompously than others, how sad it was, that he was gone - nobody talked to her.
Well, no one knew her.
Presumingly she didn't know anybody either.
If she could have, she would have liked it best to just become invisible. Because: What could she say to them? 'Hi, I'm the lost grand child, I'm gonna get the heritage.'?
She felt awfull with these thoughts.
Especialy since this funeral felt more and more like a completely exclusive party.
At first she thought she had been send to the wrong cemetery. That everything was indeed a big joke and she was going to be humiliated by whom ever, when she just tried to enter - especialy when she discovered the surprisingly large troup of securitys positioned all around the area.
Shyly she had observed the big entrence gate from a save corner a few feet away, mainly to gather all her courage to really go there, when she discover the stangest things.
Thereat this gate lingered a mob of reporter and photographer, waiting for some perfect shots of who knows whom they expected, giving this afair a strange wrong feeling of secluded award ceremony instead of the true occasion. The cemetry itself was completely shielded.
Like: There were paparazzi on the lose for the people to see off and mourne her grandfather!? What did she miss?
That didn't settle her the slightest!
It felt like ages, untill she finally dared to come out.
But her invitation was legit, she was let through without much ado.
She even had a tiny feeling that some of the photographers might have even recognised her, too.
And now?
Now she stood there, in the farest corner, observing people, doing her best impression of being one with the wall behind her. She didn't even dare to take a refreshment, to afraid to stick out.
From her spot she had a rather good view into the room and over everything. Wellwishes and condolences mainly centered at a small group of people, mingling with the other guests. It seemed to her they kind of coordinated the whole event as well. Apparently this was this 'chosen family'… She didn't know them.
It hurt even thinking about it.
It hurt to not know them but knowing they were close to her only relative ever.
It hurt most that her grand father would never have a chance to introduce them.
She really didn't belong here
Challenge: Hurt/Comfort - Joker "paralysiert" H/C-Bingotabelle 2018 - fürs Team
Fandom: Star Wars VII/VIII(/IX)
Charaktere/Pairing: Rey, Kylo
Kommentar: Weiterhin eine Trotzreaktion auf diese megaschlechte Youtbuber-Reylo, die mich einfach nicht los lässt!
Is wieder nur hurt, aba nu leiden beide, das lässt sich später besser comforten.
She had never been to a funeral.
Well… attending one would have required feeling close to people beforehand. Nobody ever had been close enough to her to even think about attending their funeral.
Except Finn of course. And Poe. And probably Rose. Now. But before them, there had been nobody.
The more uncomfortable she felt this very moment.
Surrounded by people mourning the only person ever legitimately related to her. A person she never met.
She had all rights to be there. On the other hand it felt completely wrong. She felt so out of place.
Carefully she stayed behind, during the reception; the whole ceremony at all.
Everybody shoke each others hand, stated their sympathy, some more pompously than others, how sad it was, that he was gone - nobody talked to her.
Well, no one knew her.
Presumingly she didn't know anybody either.
If she could have, she would have liked it best to just become invisible. Because: What could she say to them? 'Hi, I'm the lost grand child, I'm gonna get the heritage.'?
She felt awfull with these thoughts.
Especialy since this funeral felt more and more like a completely exclusive party.
At first she thought she had been send to the wrong cemetery. That everything was indeed a big joke and she was going to be humiliated by whom ever, when she just tried to enter - especialy when she discovered the surprisingly large troup of securitys positioned all around the area.
Shyly she had observed the big entrence gate from a save corner a few feet away, mainly to gather all her courage to really go there, when she discover the stangest things.
Thereat this gate lingered a mob of reporter and photographer, waiting for some perfect shots of who knows whom they expected, giving this afair a strange wrong feeling of secluded award ceremony instead of the true occasion. The cemetry itself was completely shielded.
Like: There were paparazzi on the lose for the people to see off and mourne her grandfather!? What did she miss?
That didn't settle her the slightest!
It felt like ages, untill she finally dared to come out.
But her invitation was legit, she was let through without much ado.
She even had a tiny feeling that some of the photographers might have even recognised her, too.
And now?
Now she stood there, in the farest corner, observing people, doing her best impression of being one with the wall behind her. She didn't even dare to take a refreshment, to afraid to stick out.
From her spot she had a rather good view into the room and over everything. Wellwishes and condolences mainly centered at a small group of people, mingling with the other guests. It seemed to her they kind of coordinated the whole event as well. Apparently this was this 'chosen family'… She didn't know them.
It hurt even thinking about it.
It hurt to not know them but knowing they were close to her only relative ever.
It hurt most that her grand father would never have a chance to introduce them.
She really didn't belong here
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Date: 2019-09-21 07:56 am (UTC)Sieht aus als wärst Du auf der Zielgeraden, um die h/c Tabelle noch voll zu kriegen! :D
Falls es eng wird kannst Du auch noch zu "Team" umwandeln, Deine bisherigen Prompts ergänzen nämlich super die, die ich gerade in der Team-Tabelle gefüllt habe ("Nachsitzen" und "Entschuldige, daß ich mir Sorgen mache" - oder umgekehrt ;)
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Date: 2019-09-22 11:14 am (UTC)