07-24-2021, 12:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-24-2021, 12:39 PM by Robert Carrington.)
How long was the mourning period for a sibling again? Because black was definitely not his colour and this was terribly inconvenient.
Robert hated everything about this. He hated how his father had spoken to him and threatened them all, like the tyrant he was. He hated that he had been ordered to keep silence, which he definitely wouldn't. He hated that his twat of a brother had blighted the family name. And he absolutely resented the fact that he had to sit here and pretend to mourn.
He and Magnus had never been close. Magnus had been at school when Robert was little, and then at different schools or university when Robert had been in school. The brief moments that both had been home had not warmed Robert to the pompous brat that his brother had been. And now he had learned just how much of scumbag Magnus had been, and he was supposed to mourn?! He didn't think so.
The only thing he liked about Magnus was the bullet in his brain.
He looked up when one of the Culpeppers approached them. Timing, mate, he thought, but he decided to just ignore the guy and let his siblings deal with the unwelcome condolences. He turned to his sobbing mother instead, who had not yet risen to bid a final farewell. "Mother, let me accompany you. Here. Lean on my arm."
Robert hated everything about this. He hated how his father had spoken to him and threatened them all, like the tyrant he was. He hated that he had been ordered to keep silence, which he definitely wouldn't. He hated that his twat of a brother had blighted the family name. And he absolutely resented the fact that he had to sit here and pretend to mourn.
He and Magnus had never been close. Magnus had been at school when Robert was little, and then at different schools or university when Robert had been in school. The brief moments that both had been home had not warmed Robert to the pompous brat that his brother had been. And now he had learned just how much of scumbag Magnus had been, and he was supposed to mourn?! He didn't think so.
The only thing he liked about Magnus was the bullet in his brain.
He looked up when one of the Culpeppers approached them. Timing, mate, he thought, but he decided to just ignore the guy and let his siblings deal with the unwelcome condolences. He turned to his sobbing mother instead, who had not yet risen to bid a final farewell. "Mother, let me accompany you. Here. Lean on my arm."
