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Post by Val on Jan 20, 2020 17:08:42 GMT
Xander hung his head, the thick curls of his hair falling in front of his face as he stared at the floor boards. Someone instantly came to mind. Sahara's undeclared second in command. A woman whom he'd always been jealous of for taking up his mother's time and attention. Part of Xander wanted to claim that he was the rightful heir and he would take over himself. But even he realized that he was in no position to take on such a responsibility. Not yet, anyway. "I know someone," he relented, "I'll speak with them." Besides, he had other plans to fill his void.
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Post by Elvander on Jan 20, 2020 22:26:48 GMT
“Good,” Brogan was sure they were thinking of the same person. He would have to meet them officially, of course, to ensure that the partnership continued to run smoothly. He took a breath, feeling his chest tighten with loss. “Should we... would you like to do anything, like a service or funeral, for your mom?”
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Post by Val on Jan 22, 2020 23:15:00 GMT
Xander's jaw tensed at the idea of a crowd of people pretending to care about his mother's death. A crowd potentially riddled with traitors. He clambered to his feet abruptly and looked like he was about to storm out of the room, but stopped in the doorway with his fists clenched, "A private funeral. Family only," he decided gruffly. He wasn't sure how many people that would include...perhaps just him and Brogan and maybe the replacement. Everyone else could grieve on their own. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he continued out the door, needing time alone to think.
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