incensus | idk i just felt like writing also ANGST (wip)

from stayintheroom, character prompt #225:
Your character visits a grave.

Verse: Modern AU

Wolfram had forgotten his umbrella. He wasn't sure how, considering it had already been raining when he'd left the hotel. Beyond that, it was London, when wasn't it raining? But he didn't seem to care that he was getting wet, hardly seemed to notice even, the rain dripping from his bangs, as he stared at the tombstone in front of him. It was well-maintained, pretty and glossy and polished, with an almost ridiculous amount of bouquets, single flowers, and wreaths placed around it. She'd been so loved, by so many people... Suzanna Julia von Wincott.

It had been five years, since the last time he'd stood in this spot. He'd lived here then, in England. With his mother, and his younger older brother, Conrad. Gwendal had already gone off to work in Geneva at that point. He'd never even met Julia, though he'd known her by reputation, by hearing fond stories of her from all three of them: Wolfram, Celi, and Conrad. And they'd only met her because Celi had hired her on as a piano teacher for Wolfram. Though in truth it was more to have someone keep an eye on him, as Conrad was in his last year of high school at that time and too busy with college preparation to watch him. His mother had been involved with a politician then, too. She'd been busier than ever. It had felt like Julia had been all he had. The only one who gave him attention, at any rate.

And he'd adored her. She was gentle with him, even when he was a brat. And she teased him for being one, in such a soft voice, with such a kind smile, that it was hard for him to stay mad at her. She helped distract him from his depression, his feeling of being helpless to stop the people around him from leaving him.

She'd even caught him crying once. He hardly ever did that in front of other people. But she'd held him and comforted him, and promised that things would be alright in the end. She told him he was strong, stronger than any kid she'd ever known. For that, he'd loved her.

But not more than Conrad had. Conrad had fallen in love with her, it had been obvious. He was around far more often when she was there than when she wasn't. He'd bring his studies down to the music room, claiming to want to watch Wolfram practice on the piano, but the blond hadn't believed that for a second. He'd smiled at her in a way he'd never seen his brother smile at anyone before, a look in his eyes that made Wolfram angry and he didn't know why. And Julia had looked at Conrad the same way, and that had made him furious.

That bratty attitude of his had been at an all-time high, the last month that Julia was alive. He'd locked himself in his room, refusing to come out when Julia came for his lessons, refusing to give an explanation as to why. He hadn't even known why. And it had made him even more frustrated because by throwing his tantrum, he'd just been giving Conrad and Julia more time to spend together, alone, without him. Both of them forgetting he was even there, for all he knew.