The West Wing - Memorium (English)
Title: Memorium
Author: clair-de-lune
Prompt by niennanou: The West Wing, Josh, Sam et Donna, “White lilies are still the more beautiful.”
Rating: G
Word Count: ~ 325
Disclaimer : Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: It’s just the three of them now; the three of them and a new team.
Notes: Thanks to slysionnachnano for the read-through. Any remaining mistakes are mine. ( Original version)
They came with all the others on the anniversary date - from Mallory to President Barlet to Margaret and Toby.
They come back a week later and stay still for a while before the grave; the heat of the autumnal sun is overpowering, almost unbearable.
A bit sooner, at the flower shop, they fought. Sam wanted roses, Josh peonies.
“Do you even know what peonies look like?” Donna quietly asked, taking the argument for what it actually was: a mean to shun unpleasant feelings rather than an actual disagreement. She sorted it out and decided that they will take white lilies. Josh did try to quibble, argue about the color or the quantity - this is Josh - but he finally let it go. So white lilies because, even though the others are pretty and colorful, the white ones, in their simplicity, are still the more beautiful, and Leo loved their perfume. And that’s it.
She bends forward to lay the flowers against the grey marble of the grave and, when straightening up, slips her left hand in Josh’s, her right in Sam’s. They seem to teeter a bit, to flank her a bit more closely without actually moving, and she thinks that it’s one of these moments when offering support is actually a comfort, per se.
“What would Leo do?” Sam murmurs. A small, knowing smile punctuates the almost ritual sentence.
All of them are now scattered across the country - CJ, Toby, President Barlet, Charlie, Will... It’s only the three of them; the three of them and a new team. Standing before Leo’s grave should bring back old memories and nostalgia.
It doesn’t work quite that way of course.
“Leo,” Josh starts, his eyes on the skyline, “Leo would give us hell to hang here and would remind us that we’re supposed to work on changing things, not look backwards.”
Leo is, had always been, an inspiration, not a source of nostalgia, and Josh means it to stay that way.
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Author: clair-de-lune
Prompt by niennanou: The West Wing, Josh, Sam et Donna, “White lilies are still the more beautiful.”
Rating: G
Word Count: ~ 325
Disclaimer : Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: It’s just the three of them now; the three of them and a new team.
Notes: Thanks to slysionnachnano for the read-through. Any remaining mistakes are mine. ( Original version)
They came with all the others on the anniversary date - from Mallory to President Barlet to Margaret and Toby.
They come back a week later and stay still for a while before the grave; the heat of the autumnal sun is overpowering, almost unbearable.
A bit sooner, at the flower shop, they fought. Sam wanted roses, Josh peonies.
“Do you even know what peonies look like?” Donna quietly asked, taking the argument for what it actually was: a mean to shun unpleasant feelings rather than an actual disagreement. She sorted it out and decided that they will take white lilies. Josh did try to quibble, argue about the color or the quantity - this is Josh - but he finally let it go. So white lilies because, even though the others are pretty and colorful, the white ones, in their simplicity, are still the more beautiful, and Leo loved their perfume. And that’s it.
She bends forward to lay the flowers against the grey marble of the grave and, when straightening up, slips her left hand in Josh’s, her right in Sam’s. They seem to teeter a bit, to flank her a bit more closely without actually moving, and she thinks that it’s one of these moments when offering support is actually a comfort, per se.
“What would Leo do?” Sam murmurs. A small, knowing smile punctuates the almost ritual sentence.
All of them are now scattered across the country - CJ, Toby, President Barlet, Charlie, Will... It’s only the three of them; the three of them and a new team. Standing before Leo’s grave should bring back old memories and nostalgia.
It doesn’t work quite that way of course.
“Leo,” Josh starts, his eyes on the skyline, “Leo would give us hell to hang here and would remind us that we’re supposed to work on changing things, not look backwards.”
Leo is, had always been, an inspiration, not a source of nostalgia, and Josh means it to stay that way.
-End-