Chantir Moon D8 [Fin!Cb]

The moon rises on the stone cold grave that he's seen over the past few days. Hand gently moving over the name of Zagreus Moon. A cousin that was supposed to mean more than just a dead body in coffin, but a laugh leaves his body as a hand finds it's way to his pocket where he pulls a coin out, flipping it in the air before it lands in the dirt. Heads. Another fifty percent chance that things will get better before they crumble together or apart. The future was still unwritten. The air grows cold as the sound of his own heartbeat drums in his ear.

Home. A place that was meant to be beautiful, peaceful, and a safe space, except it wasn't. The vibe of home felt stretched like a rubber band being extended past it's point of being useful. There's a tension to the air that makes it unbelievably heavy with sorrows that hides in the skin of his siblings as Zagreus' body lies in a hole. Too caring for his own liking as Zagreus did nothing for them. A sigh falls from his lips as he slinks past someone and up the stairs to his room. Books strewn across the place, many about karma, fate, and all sorts of superstitions that many don't believe in. Sage lies in a pot, smoking still from his last cleansing of the room because the Moon name now carries death with it's name.

Fate would have it that they'd suffer again, but he wasn't going to be the one to suffer. A friendly smile fills his lips as he leans back onto his bed flipping the coin in the air as he calls the heads or tails back to back. Not always getting it right, but still trying. The moon glows through the window like a beacon of the fate that lies in their name. If only they could understand why he wasn't mourning Zagreus, he would be better. Better him than himself after all.