Rest

[ski_king3 0]

((Trigger warning: suicide ahead))

 

It had been hours, and he couldn't read her name anymore. The second and third letter had been replaced by a smudge. The 'v' and the 'i' looked more like an 'm.' In her surname, an 's' had appeared somehow, and the rest was mostly illegible. Who knew that all it would take to erase his love's name was a few pathetic tears.

 

For one destined to be more than all others, he had never felt so pitiful. To live the life of a mortal was a gift, for it allows one to persevere despite mortality's hardships. Yet over time, the struggles one places upon himself for the sake of this perseverance will turn. They reveal mortality's other side. They reveal it as a curse.

 

The silver creature tried to slip back into the world of his mind and find that which had bestowed such delusions of grandeur, yet he could find none. The pain that proved himself a mortal was the very sign he needed to decide to step away. It was time to return and be reborn anew. In truth, he'd known for a while that he was not capable of what he once was. Larihei and Nelecar had but finite successes, and so he believed his third chapter in this unending book was at its end as well. He was wrong of course, he was no god, but not even the crippling reality of his pain and failure would sway his mind.

 

As he put his quivering fingers to work deftly upon the rope, his mind lingered upon those of his past. He had given in to love and pain and attachment again and again, weakening his resolve to the point that he knew nothing but the raw sensation which now plagued his mind. Abandonment, sometimes his own, but more often that of another, leaving the elf broken and yearning for something more than himself.

 

He would face this feeling for the last time.

 

Were any to stay behind to perish as the realm they had called home was torn apart, or had any with keys stumbled into his manor in Alarhys, they would see the grey-eyed elf staring blankly, hanging from the ceiling by a noose. Yet none would hear the last words of the elf before he had taken his own life. Those words would die with him, though he would be neither the first nor last to come to this dreadful realization. Just before he kicked the chair out beneath him, his final words would run loose from his lips.

 

"Who knew forever could be so short."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

((If you have no reason to notice Laethis' absence, or you wouldn't realistically stumble upon this, please don't go spreading Laethis' death IRP. He wrote some letters (which I'll be sending shortly) to folks to be delivered before his death, and I'd prefer if his death be spread from their recipients.

It was a wild ride with this one. Looking forward to new characters on 5.0!))

[Caelria 2619]

Kelthran smirks savoyardly between kisses shared betwixt him and the late Laethis' fiance.

[luv 3469]

Reading over her letter Kypris would slowly sigh, placing the letter back down with a thud. She'd soon begin to whimper; "The most painful goodbyes are the ones never said nor explained and my grief will come like the ocean ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water will be calm, and sometimes it will be overwhelming my dear Laethis. Without you I must learn to swim."

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

Well that escalated quickly. (Reserved)

[1 1393]

Shock

 

The sole emotion that would be plastered upon the featureless face. Its gaze upon each and every boat after seeing two together. It stood upon the edge, ethereal wisps trailing from each of its movements through incredible smoothness. The cloth tilted along with the arcana that made up its being, water plunging about him with a silent splash.

 

One boat, and then another, until there were none left. The shores of the realm lay bare, as much as it searched it knew the truth.

 

No descendant could survive those shores.

[Areon 947]

Viktoriya feels sadness, not quite sure why this time.

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

Orsino would sit, lounging about on the High Elf boat as it would sail, he'd look about the scared members of his kin, watching them frantically pace about the boat to just keep themselves from crumbling from crippling fear. He'd look away, moving to deep thought of Laethis, it was obvious he was not on this ship, but he wondered if he got on any of the ships. "I'm sure he must have got on the Sutican ship..." he'd whisper under his breath, grasping his stave, actually somewhat disturbed by the thought of Laethis dying. The 'aheral would shake his head, frowning at his own thoughts, why would he care for the life of another outside his own or that of his family, it was in his opinion below him, yet the thoughts of worry for Laethis did in fact linger all throughout the journey.

[GDPR 014 48]

"I wonder how they're all doing..." muttered Avenel, peering over to the other ships, unable to spot the Sutican Gallion. "Much work to be done, come the next world..." 

[tilly 5115]

Raenah frowns. That was her only reaction.

[jamesb 218]

With quivering palms, Sul'ceru ascends the chocolate colored parchment to a flickering candle's glow. His awe-struck, misty orbs flit over the charcoal scribed epistle, a solitary tear soon striking it's face.

 

"No . . no . ."

 

Sorrow assailed his mind, burly digits crumpling the vellum to a ball. 

 

 

"Y-..you can't . . Laethis, you weak, weak thing --"

 

He staggered, vision clouding. What was once despondency morphed into fury, a curled fist descending ferociously upon the table before him. The young 'ame then unleashed his wrath upon the room he stood within; chairs were hurled, tables splintered, and glass shattered. By the end, Sul'ceru was crouched upon the stone flooring, his flesh torn. Blood matted his knuckles.

 

"I trusted you."

[TeaLulu 1783]

The Library continues to build interest on the 14 books owed by Laethis in exchange for their arrangement.

[trinn 5146]

She settled on the rough wood of the seat with the letter in hand, her disguise barely present as she struggled to keep her lips clasped shut. Her figure sunk further upon the chair, the contents of the letter read with blurring eyes. Her thoughts remained jumbled, shouts within her mind contradicting the previous. 

 

She did take granted of him. She didn't imagine he would go so easily.

Of course, she had taken granted of him. Andri'ante never expected him to leave them in a way such as that - he wasn't supposed to leave. 

She could barely imagine where she could ever find the remnants of her family; Laethis was supposed to be the head of the Izaliths. He wasn't... he kept them intact.

 

She managed a small, dry laugh - her head sinking in her hands as her disguise would fall apart. 

[Your Favorite Impure 736]

Aenor would pause momentarily in his tracks, glancing around at the busy bodies striding to and fro as the construction of Linandria nears its completion "Mm, I must take Laethis up on that offer to have tea sometime soon." The weary mali's body is soon wracked with a fit of coughs, before he rolls his shoulders back, oblivious to the happenings in the other parts of Axios "Ah, well. All in good time."

[Lhindir_ 3691]

"I wonder... Where llir Laethis is?" mutters a robed 'Ame to himself, leaning on railing of a Sutican gallion. "I've... Not seen him in a while... We have so much to discuss."

[GDPR 014 48]

The news finally reached the musk clad elf. In the acrid swamp he lives in, he breaks into his happy dance.