Goodbye For Now...

[ℤ∃ʁ∅ 823]

Aeran Whisperblade pins a note to a random tree somewhere.

 

"Draw a thumbs up if you cried."

 

Ramza glares at note with a sigh

A hooded woman stares at the note, twitching, her emotionless face contorting in a rare sign of emotion : irritation. 

 

She brutally murders a squirrel, for no specific reason, and then writes in blood all over the note.

 

"If I find you, I hang you by your b"

 

However, she wrote to large and cannot fit the rest of the message. She shrugs slightly, wiping her hands off and moving on.

Ramza looks at the note and blinks a few times at it.  "How troublesome..."  as he takes the note and throws it into his furnace, sighing 

[LeonXCG 40]

Eren looks out the window of the Frostwolf Tavern as he cleans the empty mugs. He notices Ramza outside and shakes his head, then looks back down at the mug. He lets out a sigh, putting the mug down on to the counter. “So this is what I really wanted? For her to die, after what she did to me and Poppy?”

 

Eren looks back out the window at Ramza. “If it mean’s seeing Ramza sad, then I don’t want it. But do I forgive Prishe…” Eren looks down and closes his eyes. “Maybe in time.”

 

“Rest Peacefully Prishe...”

[JunoStriker 69]

Sherria steps up to the grave, kneeling down in front of it. Rather, falling to her knees heavily. "...P-Prishe... M-my little one..." she whimpers, trailing a hand over the gravestone. "...I-I'm... s-so, so sorry... I-I couldn't... p-protect you..." She cringes, fighting back an emotional meltdown. The tears are out of her control. "...I-I only h-hope... you went... w-without any r-regrets...!" Her pitch rises as she gets choked up, placing a hand on her mouth and squeezing her eyes shut.
 
Carver exhales, lowering the hand as she composes herself, using her scarf to wipe her face. "...Prishe." she whispers, though her voice is shaky. She tries to find more words to say, but nothing escapes her open lips. What kind of mother was she? Was there really nothing she could do? Will she, too, destroy Sherria this way one day?

Carver rises to her feet slowly. The familiar pain of heartbreak still roars inside her. She knows that it won't go away. She knows that every heartbreak doesn't make the next any easier. But Sherria must move on, even though Carver might never be able to.
 
She pulls out a large cookie from her pocket, laying it down on the grave. Prishe's favourite. Homemade, with blood, sweat, and a lot of tears. With that, she turns around, trying to look as stoic as possible to whoever is looking, walking off into the distance.

She had cried for days until her body had no tears left. Yet, a hundred steps away from the grave, new tears sprung forth from her heart. She weeps softly, her scarf hiding her pitiful look and muffling her words, lost to the winds forever.

"I love you."

[Baconthief 682]

Ghost khel remains stone-faced and unchanged by the super-emotions

 

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Dres, the strange foreigner couldn't follow along with the common-gibberish and remains ignorant to everything as usual, instead he asks his colleges why wood elves have unnatural infatuations, seemingly bordering the erotic, with trees

[Lawrna 440]

Lelien would cry if she weren't a mean and emotionless High Elf.

 

((*hugs*))

[ℤ∃ʁ∅ 823]

Sherria steps up to the grave, kneeling down in front of it. Rather, falling to her knees heavily. "...P-Prishe... M-my little one..." she whimpers, trailing a hand over the gravestone. "...I-I'm... s-so, so sorry... I-I couldn't... p-protect you..." She cringes, fighting back an emotional meltdown. The tears are out of her control. "...I-I only h-hope... you went... w-without any r-regrets...!" Her pitch rises as she gets choked up, placing a hand on her mouth and squeezing her eyes shut.

 

Carver exhales, lowering the hand as she composes herself, using her scarf to wipe her face. "...Prishe." she whispers, though her voice is shaky. She tries to find more words to say, but nothing escapes her open lips. What kind of mother was she? Was there really nothing she could do? Will she, too, destroy Sherria this way one day?

Carver rises to her feet slowly. The familiar pain of heartbreak still roars inside her. She knows that it won't go away. She knows that every heartbreak doesn't make the next any easier. But Sherria must move on, even though Carver might never be able to.

 

She pulls out a large cookie from her pocket, laying it down on the grave. Prishe's favourite. Homemade, with blood, sweat, and a lot of tears. With that, she turns around, trying to look as stoic as possible to whoever is looking, walking off into the distance.

She had cried for days until her body had no tears left. Yet, a hundred steps away from the grave, new tears sprung forth from her heart. She weeps softly, her scarf hiding her pitiful look and muffling her words, lost to the winds forever.

"I love you."

Ramza watches Sherria/Carver from his tavern and sighs, mumbling to himself. "I'm so sorry...I wish i was there to help here..." He watches her leave and goes back upstairs to think what can he do.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.