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It was a dark and dusty day at Everemorne Island. Actually it was moreso nighttime probably, all though not all the way into nighttime, just a bitty bit of the way into it. Like as if you put your foot just a bitty bit into the sock but not all the way… in betweent, the day was. A time (really lots of times thought not all of them thought) betweenxt in that way, as well ass the gerneral vibe whitch was also totally tweeny. Even the people inside the day were also not all the way there, sort of the like the sock metawhore. Allthough most of them werent intersec or anything, even though like a few were, but really not that many sense that would be weird (not in a offensive kind of way tho). Moreso what was meant was tat they were inbetwen the day and ways of feeling, unnotsure weather to cry or be sad or maybe move on. “Why are they sad/crying/moving on?” you ask, but I don’t tell you yet.
On off on one kind of cornor of the island, there huddled the Evermorn Cemetary and area. It was the cemetary of Evermorn Isalnd, and it was filled to bursting point with grave stones, serious and brooding… Those cluckered around, leaning tall and crooked around the buddle of poepol that stood in the center spot., which had been cleared open for the party. It was a sort of a sadly situation, which off course happened often around here at Evermorning Academy, the school where i went to. I could see it of in the distence, a gate dark sprawling momumyth of gothicness. There was magic leaking out of it.
But this time the instance of it was even more sad and serious of a siatution, so bad infact than even Sir SOlomonon himself was sad, or at the least he wore dark robes in stead of hi sus ual pimpish glam-wizard fit. He sat on a travel throne (notatoilettho,probs) carried by monkies wearing magical armor and paddy hoodies, which feathery wings that were small and feathered goldly. He made them hold him up as he lounged sadishly, even though they were arrived allready and didnt heed carrying any moreso for the moment. Around him where were the student’s body, ranged in careful rows but mostly just jumbled around too. They attendencers wore unusual, arcane* clothing dripped with cool deets and jewelry but blacked down for the sadness sake.of
It was Joffery’s funeral, and he had died. The fevious four weaks had been blurrier and more uzzy than Vasaline coaked in oily lard straight from the pig himself, shot through a smudgy lensed fphone from tweenty years ago that was loosing pixels like it was a dementia patient loosing brain cells. Overall, pretty blurry.
In my case tho, and inside the cases of lots of my fiends and fellow “coolers” (code for cool stdent in Everemourn) it fuzsy from greef and not grease, or anything like that. We where sad and depressed. THat was because Joshary had beeen one of those few cooler coolers, a real sick guy with a barary sense of humor, a great friend, and cool in general, and also like really, really hot. WEd’d loss on off our beets, and wowsers did it hurt. We all turk turns crying, then giving some speech to comisserate him (J, keep up). I have got to say so myself that my speeches were the best ones, allthough maybe dont tell anyone else that or else they’d probs feel really bad. I wouldnt want that sense its isn’t they’re fault their worse then me.
Meanwhile Deerek was stepped up onto the platform were we where giving out our peeches.s He was lookin kind of hot and sexy ({all although this made me feel a bittle binge of discomfort-ish, because in actually me and Jerry had been kind of dating and/or madly in love with each other, even though i had een and was even still even more madly in love with Darek, which had made a horrible love triangle sitch that had basically broken our hearts on a deep and emotional type of level} in a tight black tightshirt and dark burnished jeans with silver belt chains and a skull-emblemmed belt buckle on a black leather v-weave belt and two custom-fit converse with red laces to fit the red laces on my own shoes which where———————of course———————the famous Dock Martins, only tis time these were actually costum made out of demon leather and had magical traction enchantments and stuff like that. Those actually went with some dual-layer black silk/red fishnet leggings under a lacy (but not to lacy) mini which went under a black-and-blue corset with real whalebones designed with slits so that you could see them bones———which was all under the neath of a black tastefully-tattered black denim crop-jacket and a nice little pair of silver hair ribbons to assentuate my own dark ribbony curls. Briefly I whipped a small makeup mirror from my dimension and saw that I had purple amythestean eyes which were mysterious somehow. Than I put that shit away since I had just only wanted to makesure my makeup was locked in for the funeral shit.
Also he was tots like my boyfriend maybe and that was actually so crazy glue that I almost even forgot it was actually Jeff’s funeral today and instead went up and made out with him. But I didnt not do that, though, since im nice and consniderant like that. Instead I just cried a lot but not too toto much and wiped a bitty wittle bit at my immaculate (perfect or prestine) makeup which was glittery black eyeliner with a tibby bittle bit of blue-hugh eyeshadow over pale foundation and some basisc maskera and a bitty bittle bit bore of little gloss-finnish gip loss that was black with blue undertone.s I didn’t use any blush on though since it was a funeral and allthat, which would be kinda lame—————motice how Jeeny and her lame loser freinds wore that? Just goes to show really how lame they really are. But ofcourse they werent actually that big of a broplem anymore at this particular point since Ive had come back to Evermount with Darak as my boyfind and with having done an epic and impressive adventure and stuff. Also I can do magic shit now and I sometimes put a skin-sticking spell on the toilets or slip her an exlax potion (everyone remembers how one tine I actually magically locked the bathroom doors before giving jenny and her groupers a shitton of max-level exlax potion so they shit all over themselves in front of everyone. Good times).
Basically everything was really sad and depressed, and I even wanted to kill myself. Like, even more than usual tho.
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*Not like the show! It’s actually a real word believe it or not, even tho a lot of u probably don’t know that.
AN: Joffery’s body meanwhile sat or maybe lay down actually (or maybe had been laid actually although obviously not like that ew) on a top of a his caskin, which was magical and made of dark walnut with gold accents and white silk lining. Concurrently he actually sat/lay/laid down across atop of it, arms folded, hands folded, face folded and peaceful and normal-looking as if he almost could even just actually be asleep in fact and not dead, all though of coarse he was actually dead and was never ever ever going to come back. He wore on a white three-piece suit with eggshell texture and a black crevat-bowtie-combo with black polished Oxfords and a red rose pinned up onto into the lapel region and a bitty bit of makeup which I had actually done myself earlier offscreen.
I bawled my eyes out (not literally, but it was close) when I saw him like that and almost cried seeing how peaceable he seemed. Not at all like how when he died, when he was killing and chopping up all those businessmen and backstabbing students and big horned demon guys. It was said to think how he was gone for good——like, forever forever, ever and ever, never ever forever coming back at any time at all. That was cray cray to think about actually.
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