Star-Crossed Lover's Rest

[MarquisAlex 369]

Joint-PK Post for Aylwin Blaxton & Erin Blaxton

 

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The winds off of the savannah softly whispered around Brabant Keep, the sun slowly setting over the plains towards Anhalt, with that same warm wind turning cold. Whispering into the stone walls and into the audience hall. A man dressed in black and blue, donning his famous cap, sat upon the throne. His eyes were wearily scanned about his hall, watching as his servant Juliana went by into the kitchen, finishing off her chores for the day. His body slumped in the wooden frame as he turned his head. A smile slowly slipped across his lips as he saw his wife, dressed in her simple blue dress and gazing back at him.

 

The woman stood besides her husband with a tired smile upon her face. The dress which had clung to her once healthy frame now hung loosely from her now frail self. She stood neatly besides her husband, a handkerchief clutched between them. Erin offered a pensive glance about the halls before she turned to her husband, an affectionate gaze offered his way as she saw his smile. “My Lord Blaxton. What has you smiling this time?” she asked before quickly bringing the cloth to her mouth to shield a cough.

 

Lord Aylwin Blaxton, 1st Viscount Brabant, chuckled lightly at the comment as he gazed over her, reaching his hand over to place the palm over handkerchief-clutching hand. “Am I not allowed to smile upon my Wife, My Lady?” he replied in a coy tone, taking that hand and placing a soft kiss upon the back of it, before looking back up to her. His thumb lightly caressing the back of her hand before releasing it, placing both hands upon the side of his chair of lumber and pushing himself up with a slight heave and huff.

 

“You are, my love,” replied the woman as she placed herself besides her husband as he stood, and looped her arm around his for support. “Look at you, such an old man. What will we do with you?” It had become a running tease for the pair, each calling the other various shades of old. It was true, however. Erin herself had reached almost forty years, and they had not been kind to her. Aylwin was older than her still. With a guiding hand, or arm in this case, the smaller woman lead her husband along the hall, and towards the staircase.

 

The Viscount merely grinned, tilting his head to the side to place a kiss at the top of her head as the pair began to walk upstairs, his arm resting from her shoulder to the small of her back. “The pot calling the kettle black, darling.” he darted in reply “Come on, let’s get to bed. My bones are cold tonight.” With careful steps, they climbed the stairs of the keep until they came to the main corridor, the wind dying down and leaving a flickering warmth that came from the torches on the stone walls.

 

“That was already my intention, my love,” replied the woman as the two arrived on the landing. Erin shivered, despite the warmth of the torches. She had been feeling cold for days, and nothing seemed to warm her up. Leading them to Aylwins chambers, Erin continued to act as his walking stick as such, keeping the older man upright as they made their way along the hall. “If you continue needing support, I might have to invest in a cane for you,” Erin commented teasingly, a twinkle of childishness in her tone as she made most of their situation.

 

A small, playful scoff came from Aylwin’s gruff and bearded face, going over to the wardrobe and preparing himself for bed. “Why invest in a cane when I have a perfectly good one right here?” he said in a satirizing fashion, before laying himself in the bed covers and placing out some of the few candles in the room. His head laid upon a soft feathered pillow, a luxury he could scarce afford in his early years, but now he could rest in with relative comfort. His eyes looked over his beautiful wife as she too finished preparing for bed. His glance interrupted by a chesty cough, covered by a swift hand to his mouth.

 

Erin clambered into the bed besides her husband after herself changing into something more comfortable. Even bed robes, which had been made new for her fairly recently, hung far too loosely for her now. The woman laid her head besides Aylwins, taking a moment's comfort to recall the first meeting with him that she could remember. She recalled how she sat besides Aylwin on a stone step within Karlsburg, watching as Johan, her former husband, conversed with a young Kovachev girl, and how that girl had been bickering with Floris van Loden. She recalled how she had been speaking quietly to Aylwin, and recalled how wonderful it had been to have a friend. Now, Erin laid besides him, married to him. How she loved him. “If being your cane meant that I could be besides you every day then I shall be just that for you,” the sickly woman commented before coughing into her handkerchief again. With that, she closed her eyes, relishing in the comfort besides the man she loved.

 

With a light tug, the covers were thrown over the pair by Aylwin’s arm, wrapping his arms around her like a koala might to a tree. He leans his head over to place a soft kiss on her lips, in a moment of opportunity, as she turned to meet his gaze. “To be with you everyday is a blessing, my dearest Erin.” he whispered to her before resting his head back onto the pillow. His eyes closed as he saw the familiar histories of his life; a party in the snows of Laurenstadt, a happy reunion in the streets of Aleksandria & a beautiful marriage in the stone chapel of St Owyn at Schloss Hochspitze.

 

“Goodnight, Sweetheart”

 

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On the 2nd of Sun's Smile, in the Year of our Lord 1617, Lord Aylwin Blaxton & his Wife, Erin Blaxton, died peacefully in their bed chambers at Brabant Keep.

 

A Funeral will be held at Anhalt within the next few days.

 

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All of the Memoirs of Aylwin Blaxton are now published for public knowledge.

 

A post will go up, acting as a Table of Contents to the Memoirs.

 

Future Editions will still be posted as they are discovered.

 

Thank you.

[Lirinya 4021]

*Erins will would note for distribution of letters to those named within it. Her husband, Her son and daughter, Hamelin, Romanos and Manuel would all receive letters in the coming few days, along with everything else left to them within said will.*

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

Victoria Vientos would weep upon the news, "My dear Mr. Blaxton...my mother awaits you in the skies above."

[Glocky18 545]

Romanos would read Erin's last letter, delivered to him. He'd sit on his chair, staring at the fireplace before he'd begin to read it. After a few minutes, he would drop the letter and shakes his head, "It can't be true... no..." He'd say whilst shaking his head "Erin c-can't be dead..." A few tears would fall on the ground, as he begins to remember the memories he shared with Erin, the good and the bad ones, how they met each other and many more memories. "Who is going to call me 'Sweet thing' now? Whom am I going to visit now in the mill? Who is going to cheer me up with cooking? Why Erin... if only you had told me you were that sick..." The man would pause for a moment, looking at the vial that Amelia had once gave him and begins to think "I... could have saved you... Oh Erin... why did you have to die... I... never even had the chance to say goodbye to you... I never had the chance to goodbye those I cared about and loved" Roman would then wipe off his tears and stands up, making his way towards his office where he'd sit and begins to look at all the gifts the woman had once gifted him. The scarf, the writing set, the necklace... everything. After a decent amount of time, the man would take out a couple pieces of papers and begins to write with the writing set, the one Erin gifted to him once. The first letter would be addressed to Erin, a final goodbye and give greetings to Amelia, and the second letter would be addressed to Willem van Loden. A letter that would invite the young boy to the Barony of Hagios Lothar, signed by Romanos himself. A few minutes after he was done with the letters, he'd exit the office and tosses the first letter into the fire, hoping for Erin to read it from the seven skies, and sends off his aged eagle with the second letter to Willem.

[Jentos 9422]

"May you have more luck than I... And be able to reach the seven skies..." muttered Maester Aldred, toying with a rusting amulet that gleamed an odd light, his face twitching from side to side, before paling, thinning strangely, making the old Maester reel back within the darkness, letting out a screeching noise, his face masked in the shadows...

[iris1612 1780]

Nikolai and the men of Black Company raise a glass in the honor of a good man.

[Solomon Wreath 4]

Ayldan sits upon his new throne, loud repetitive thuds echo through the silent halls as he taps his fingers along the arm rests. He stares into the abyss, his expression solemn and the absence of joy was a new emotion Ayldan experienced.

 

"I don't deserve this."

 

He stand from the throne, scurrying off towards his quarters with a smooth freshly made chessboard.

 

"I should have let you win."

[octofishie 60]

Manuel would sit at his desk flicking through his correspondence when he would pick up the letter from Erin, he would begin to scan it quickly before the context of the letter fell into place in his mind at which point he would slowly place it upon his desk and lean back in his chair, his eyes looking upon the letter but not seeing it.

 

He had known she was ill of course but had not realized her health had declined so much, he should have made more of an effort to go and speak with her, maybe even to care for her, he thought before brushing it aside as foolishness, Erin had married after all, it was not his place, even thinking such thoughts seemed disrespectful to the life she had built with her husband.

 

However, it was this life that pained him so, she had children, a home, a marriage, a career, if only all those years ago he had had something to offer her, if only his cousin had not intervened, might things have been different now he wondered.

 

He remembered their first meeting in the streets of Alexandria when he had just begun his career in the clergy, and later their conversation in the church when he was but a stumbling, stammering fool in her presence but mostly he recalled a dinner party and the sudden rush of sadness and anger that always accompanied this memory drew him harshly back into his office.  With a heavy sigh he pulled a key from his coat pocket and placed it in the bottom drawer of his desk, with a gentle click it opened and he folded the letter placing it beside a delicately pressed bouquet of lilac, red and white flowers, he gave this a painful glance, not for the first time, and locked the drawer of memories once more.

 

 

[HazelWazel 463]

Adrijana Amador sits silently in her home, the curtains drawn to a close. She would silently stare into her hearth, taking a very deep breath as the news would arrive to her. Shaking her head quietly, she would stiffly move to her seat, muttering:
"Oh Alywin... I hope you all wait for me..."

[Archipelego 2188]

Kasfer scratches his chin, thinking about Erin. "Content in death is perhaps the thing we should all strive for." 

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