A Fire Burns

[MapleSunflower 1889]

A Fire Burns

 

It was quiet within Vienne. Not a soul within sight, not even in the usually bustling square. War had killed it. All but one went to rest for the night. Gravel crackled under the weight of a single pair of footsteps that slowly approached the Church. 

 

The door handle was jangled and tugged, and the dark oak shut behind the white figure that entered the holy building. Footsteps continued until the doctor stood just a few pews from the altar, where a crackling flame burned endlessly through the night. Dark eyes reflected the bright Eternal Flame. Primrose looked on as she reached for her skirt, gathering the starched fabric as she sat. 

 

A flickering orange aura illuminated the doctor’s youthful features as a silent prayer was muttered through her plush lips. Her crimson veiled head bowed low once she stopped, opening a small bag in her lap and carefully dumping the contents into her lap. Her eyes examined each of the valued items, her lips parting as she began to softly sing. Her words bounced off the stone walls of the church and echoed to be heard by… no one. 

Only God would hear her. 

But would he listen?

 

 

Spoiler

 

 

 

 

A ring carefully crafted of shining Aeldenic silver, a floral pattern etched along the surface of the band. Engraved script inside the band read “For my Sunflower.” Ten oval-cut yellow topaz gems trembling the petals of a sunflower surrounded the small circle-cut black onyx gem. A sunflower, something the girl who possessed this beautiful piece of promise valued so much, for a Sunflower. A promise of love, of faith, of heart and home. This was her engagement ring, a stunning piece of work made by Joseph d’Azor.

 

Arlo Cooper.

 

Diamond-lined Qualashi steel and silver intertwined to make this simple band, but it was surprisingly beautiful. Along the side, the date “1842” was inscribed. It was relatively cheap when Primrose bought it. 75 mina for a set of two. This was her wedding band, the only ring on her hand for 40 years. 

 

Arthur Komnenos.

 

A hemmed square piece of cloth made of a thin blue fabric. It was a rather simple, common item. One would have often seen her in the midst of a bout of anxiety gently stroking the fabric between her fingers and thumb. It brought her comfort, as it did when it was first handed to her. When her tears had first spilled, and the handkerchief came into her possession.

 

Joseph d'Azor.

 

Red roses with green leaves were embroidered on one end of this silky red ribbon. On the end would be a beautiful crow perched on a branch with its wings extended, as if it was about to take off for flight. The edges had been sown to perfection, and such incredible handiwork was handmade just for her. Before the gift box was even given to her, Primrose thanked him before she even knew what was inside.

 

Solomon Obediah.

 

The ribbon was carefully tied back into Prim’s hair where it would remain. Her veil was set into place and each item set back into the small pouch. Ruffling echoed through the barren building as fabric of her uniform was creased and straightened along with her movement to stand.

 

No one was around to see her leave.

 

Spoiler

WHOA MAPLE POSTING??? 

Every now and then I post some cover of a song and put it into some RP…

Naturally, don’t metagame any information please

Enjoy :)

[Zakajaervi 259]

Lord Solomon Obediah would still contemplate insecurely about if the embroidery on the gifted ribbon could've been done better.