In Memoriam [Charlie]

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Though the god of death could often be seen in some sort of suit, he pulled a rather specific one out of the closet for today. Even took on a slightly different appearance, long hair wouldn’t suit where he was going. Not for a male. He squared his jaw, quite literally, and all in all changed his appearance to be a bit more masculine than usual. It’d be harder to fly with a heavier body, but at the moment he wouldn’t need that. Today he was going to take Charlotte to the Memorial Day ceremony. He would be there with her, with their child that was still waiting to come see the world. He would not wear the dress blues that those who had fought and died earned, however he did wear dark blue pants with a black jacket and a black shirt underneath. At his writs where the Eagle Globe and Anchor.

”Charlotte?” his voice called softly through the room, though he was the type to speak barely above a whisper his voice carried so well. Very few times had Mors been to a graveyard, it was an uncomfortable place for the god of death. The place where the bodies remained after he came to reap their souls, and the living wept because of his job. This was a particularly somber time, Memorial Day was a time to honor those fallen in war. There was no doubt in his mind that Mars would also be there, perhaps among the veterans in their dress blues morning their fallen brothers and sisters. Perhaps among the parents who had lost children, or with his own children who had lost parents.

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There were a few things that Charlie actually possessed when she entered the legion. One of said objects held a special place in her house that she shared with Mors. Most people wouldn't think much of it when they saw it at first glance, but it was simply the most important thing in the house. It was a flag, folded neatly and expertly, and placed nearly perfectly in the wooden frame with glass. It was the flag that had laid on her mothers casket. Her mother had been killed in the line of duty. Charlie was proud of her, proud of her mother who had done everything that she could to protect those that were part of her convoy. Charlie had mourned her mother and did everything that she could to make the trip every year. Even if she couldn't make the trip, she did her best to try to honor those that had fallen. Not just her mother,but the friends that she had lost here in camp.

Charlie had heard her name as she was in the bathroom. The last thing she had to do was slip on a pair of black flats to go with the black dress she had purchased. It was getting harder to wear the clothes that she had, save for the large purple camp tee-shirts that she had kept. Her clothes were sorely lacking and the ones that didn't fit any more well it was sad but she kept them in hopes that she would be able to wear them soon again. She was showing a bit, the little child that she would bring into this world. For a brief moment she rested her hand on her belly before turning to the voice that had called her. She adjusted the one unruly strand that managed to escape the tight bun that was sitting atop her head. She looked at Mors, who had taken on a new look. She nodded with a small smile. "You look handsome, I'm nearly ready."