Happiness denied, even in death (Part one)

[Muckelpu 56]

At first not wanting to realize what those words meant that she just had been reading, tears started to fall and wet the parchment of the letter. Remembering her aunt reading the first books to her she had bought herself with her allowance caused the ginger haired girl to uncontrollably sob in denial and grief while ùna had wrapped her arms around her to calm her. Her memories of Verónica were rushing through her mind, the feeling of her embraces, her smiles and caring nature towards her family, it all felt unreal to her. How could she be gone already? Who could she ask in her place for advice? Would she still be able to see if she got to marry? Even though she did not believe she would send out a prayer to whoever would be willing to her plea for guiding Verónica safely into her afterlife.

[HIGH_FIRE 4140]

A Hyspian woman would get up from her bench in the seven skies as she relaxed, moving towards Verónica as she appeared in the seven skies. She would be both a new person but recognisable to the woman, however without any delay she would embrace the woman, speaking only "Te extrañé hermana"

[Bethinwonderland 1138]

On 12/20/2023 at 4:03 PM, HIGH_FIRE said:

A Hyspian woman would get up from her bench in the seven skies as she relaxed, moving towards Verónica as she appeared in the seven skies. She would be both a new person but recognisable to the woman, however without any delay she would embrace the woman, speaking only "Te extrañé hermana"

Verónica knew who the woman before her was is an instant, returning the embrace "Yo también te extrañé"

[Myrthe 155]

On 12/20/2023 at 8:36 PM, Muckelpu said:

At first not wanting to realize what those words meant that she just had been reading, tears started to fall and wet the parchment of the letter. Remembering her aunt reading the first books to her she had bought herself with her allowance caused the ginger haired girl to uncontrollably sob in denial and grief while ùna had wrapped her arms around her to calm her. Her memories of Verónica were rushing through her mind, the feeling of her embraces, her smiles and caring nature towards her family, it all felt unreal to her. How could she be gone already? Who could she ask in her place for advice? Would she still be able to see if she got to marry? Even though she did not believe she would send out a prayer to whoever would be willing to her plea for guiding Verónica safely into her afterlife.

When she saw that Realle was starting to sob, she moved her arms around her and looked worriedly at the letter. Curious, and woried what had happened. Then she finally realized, her eyeswould stard watering, but no tears were going to flow down. Because Ùna only focused on trying to comfort Raelle.

On another part of the world, Two animal like eyes stared at the paper, soon afther they would tear up. As A'lia moved to run home, wishing she could have talked to Veronica just one more time before this. A'lia really did like her. Even if they never talked alot. They had things in common and A'lia liked how kind the woman she had been.

[Optimus420 1732]

A voice called out from beyond the shining light of beyond, the voice was hoarse yet prideful, as the voice got closer and closer a figure formed, Veronica would see her old friend, Ser Jan Ivanovich a wide maniacal grin across his face as the Warlord always had, he looked upon his friend who had finally made it he embraced her, "Welcome home Veronica, it took you far too long to catch up to me, there is much we have to catch up on." @Bethinwonderland

[johnnydeath6 119]

in a tiny, dimly lit tavern a raven haired man sat alone hovering his hand over the flame of a candle on the bar counter feeling the flame occasionally play its tricks and dance below his palm with a grim look after learning the news. "how many more friends must i add to this menu?" he thought quietly to himself, the menu a way of remembrance for those he held in high regards 

 

[Bethinwonderland 1138]

1 hour ago, Optimus420 said:

A voice called out from beyond the shining light of beyond, the voice was hoarse yet prideful, as the voice got closer and closer a figure formed, Veronica would see her old friend, Ser Jan Ivanovich a wide maniacal grin across his face as the Warlord always had, he looked upon his friend who had finally made it he embraced her, "Welcome home Veronica, it took you far too long to catch up to me, there is much we have to catch up on." @Bethinwonderland

Verónica matched Jan’s grin with a wild one of her own. Returning his embrace in the warm light “As if! Vy had been called home far too early amigo!” she laughed “Si, Si. Much to talk about it.”

[Werew0lf 12137]

In the Seven Skies, there was no Stanislaw to be seen. No son, in death, to be cherished or remembered. There was no warm smile at the end of the empty white clouds, nor joyful yells from the since-fallen son. 

 

At the gates of hellfire, the angel Raguel clenched his spear of light. Fury, enraged, as he prod and thrust his sparkling prongs into the stomach of great evil foes. Wings, large, white and feathered, extended from his spine and curled out - flapping elegantly. In his left hand, something illuminated and grew in radiance - a grail, made of gold, besmirched by a halo of sunfire. 

 

The angel fought, endlessly, whilst in silent mourning for the woman named Veronica. 

[Bethinwonderland 1138]

19 minutes ago, Werew0lf said:

In the Seven Skies, there was no Stanislaw to be seen. No son, in death, to be cherished or remembered. There was no warm smile at the end of the empty white clouds, nor joyful yells from the since-fallen son. 

 

At the gates of hellfire, the angel Raguel clenched his spear of light. Fury, enraged, as he prod and thrust his sparkling prongs into the stomach of great evil foes. Wings, large, white and feathered, extended from his spine and curled out - flapping elegantly. In his left hand, something illuminated and grew in radiance - a grail, made of gold, besmirched by a halo of sunfire. 

 

The angel fought, endlessly, whilst in silent mourning for the woman named Veronica. 

Verónica had spent some time looking for her beloved son. She thought that maybe he had been upset with her for being called home to the skies so soon after him. Eventually, she understood that her GODAN-fearing son had somehow not made it to the heavens and this upset her deeply. She hoped that one day he would make it home- though deep down, she knew that this most likely would not end up being the case.