Cold, Gray, Drizzle
He stood in the back, shoulder to shoulder with his brothers. Head down, trying to avoid the rain. It was a miserable day, cold and rainy. Gemma insisted they come, all of them. Otherwise they never would have been caught dead there. Many people were already giving them looks that they've all seen before, letting them know quite clearly that they thought they didn't belong at the funeral, and that if were up to all of them, they'd make sure they weren't even allowed on the planet. The way he saw it, the sooner they could leave, the better.
He raised his eyes to stare at Gemma, who had her arm wrapped tight around the girl's shoulders. Both heads bowed during the preacher's final words. The girl, Gemma's sixteen year old niece, was the same height as Gemma and looked like, once she filled out, she'd have the same build. He didn't care what anyone said, he'd bet his kutte that she was just as prissy, stuck up, and judgmental as the rest of the people in the crowd. Not that he gave a damn.
As if she could read his mind, the girl's head snapped up and she locked eyes with him. He was surprised when she not only met but held his gaze, her china blue eyes boring into him. She didn't look afraid, in fact, he would say she looked almost curious, as if he was a brainteaser that she was trying to figure out. She cocked her head and raised her eyebrows, silently asking him why he was staring at her. There was no good answer he could silently convey so he just dropped his gaze.
The preacher finished and everyone began moving forward, placing the carnations they were given on the two coffins before shaking the girl's hand and walking away. He noticed she seemed to handle herself well, accepting hugs, handshakes, and sympathetic smiles in an almost graceful manner, offering comfort to those who should be offering it to her. He and his brothers were the last to approach. When the last of the "respectable" crowd made their way to their cars, and the first of the Son's neared the coffins, he'd swear he saw the girl take a deep breath and visibly relax.
He had just enough time to wonder what the hell that meant when he found himself standing right in front of her. Those china blue eyes locked on to his again. He didn't say a word, almost as if he was glued to the spot, held in place by those piercing eyes that seemed to look right inside of him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Gemma look at him in the way only Gemma can while he stood there and stared at the girl. It was a look that conveys that she knows damn well what you're thinking and is warning you that you better behave.
The girl silently stepped forward and hugged him, her hands resting on the outside of his shoulders as she stepped back. "Thank you so much for coming, you have no idea how much it means to me." He stood there stupidly, just looking at her. He finally snapped out of it, gave her a curt nod, and stepped out of her hands and went on his way. He could feel his brothers' confused eyes boring holes in the back of his kutte. He had the strangest feeling that his whole world just shifted, and that somehow, those damn big blue eyes were responsible for it.
