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Ceruberr shakes his head softly.

 

"I have tried to cleanse it, but it has been too long. To do so would result in death. Eleron has told many of what I am, I cannot stay. You know this. I will either be exiled as an impure or killed."

He takes in a deep breath and exhales shakily, revealing a pure black rose from behind his back. As it is held in his hands, precious memories flood his mind. All the laughter, joy and happiness they had shared together. 

"Acaele was your true love Lelien. All these years, you have merely been trying to fill the void that was left in you."

He carefully lowers the shimmering, onyx rose down onto the table with a weak smile.

 

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"Although my soul is dark, you have always been the light to subdue it. You kept it at bay for all this time, but now, I must leave before it causes us both even more pain. Be safe. Do not forget me, mayilu. I was no Acaele, I was not that perfect red rose. I was a rose, albeit, with a few more thorns, and one with petals of pure darkness. You shall forever remain in my heart and mind. And I shall forever be, your black rose."

And with those final words, he turns on his heel. A single shimmering tear streams down his pale cheek. His sorrowful expression eventually replaced by a small smile as he exits their home into the night. As he exits, he glances down to his reflection in the lake, a dark mist begins to swirl in front of him. He quietly exits through the gates.

 

((B-b-but, one cannot leave without a song!

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5r0i76VJqL8

 

The moon glows bright in Haelun'or tonight, not a Mali to be seen.
A city of fragile relations, and it looks like, I'm in-between.


My mind tormented by the vicious shade inside.
I can't keep it in, even though I try.


They call it sin, don't let them see.
Be the good elf, maintain your purity.


Conceal, don't feel. Don't let it grow.
But now they know.


Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore.

 

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Let it go, let it go,
Shadows from the core.

 

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I can't bear, what they're going to say.
Time to move on,
These walls always bothered me anyway!

 

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((Too late at night to do the whole thing. Soz))

 

Peace <3))

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Sam Hawkins sits in his room, scribbling many letters with his left hand, the other in a sling. Day after day he gets no return letter, so with that he presses his crutch firmly against the ground, lifting himself up.

"I've gott'a find'im." he says, limping out of the door of the Keep, a letter firm in his hands and a goal firm in his mind.
 

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It has finally dawned on Lelien Lazul.

 

She is cursed more than the usual mali.

Nearly infertile, and unable of marriage.

 

The black rose sits amoungst the many other flowers she has received over time.

Red rose, orange tulip, white tulip and lavender.

 

With that she keeps to her library and the home underneath.

She will not be seen about the city for months.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rY0WxgSXdEE

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Standing by the walls, Sohaer Lucion Sullas looks out towards the horizon with the foulest, deepest scowl imaginable. He seems to hiss something under his breath silently over, and over.

 

"Within -our- city.

 

Amongst -our- people..."

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"Two down," Eleron smiles to himself, flicking his silver locket open and shut. "... how many to go?"

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Caelria stands beside Lucion, a mug of mead in his hand.

 

"Drinking our tea."

 

He says, taking a sip from the mug.

 

"Eating our crumpets."

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