[PK] A STAR EXTINGUISHED

[RingAroundRosey 498]

A Star Extinguished

 

 A Morozov-Tabbris family portrait painted by the lovely Deia c. 172 E.S.

 

“Do you believe you’ll find belonging here?” 

 

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The older Valdev servant had been on the road, a crisp morning as he strolled. His intentions were mundane, to go and find the right ingredients for tonights dinner. It was a joyous night however, as his daughter had come to visit with his grandson. The whole family together once more, sharing a meal and laughs. 

 

This never came for the man, as he strayed from the path. He thought he would be making up time by taking a short cut. With his weakened stature, his cane hitting cobblestone, he stumbled upon an eerie figure. A figure cloaked in dark robes, a figure who hissed when she spoke, a figure who hissed out his name. He remembered her face, although now sickly within death’s grasp. Once his daughter had called her aunt, but now he only had a coldness in his heart. She was the murderer of his beloved queen. But there he stood curious as she rasped on, what did she want with him? She circled him like prey, the man too sickly and too slow to run from her now. He allowed his mind to wander, because she was also a gleam of nostalgia. 

 

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A long time ago in Old Valdev did a young man of white hair stumble upon the city. He was a wanderer, and never kept to one place for long. But this time was different for he needed to make sustainable coin. The city was full of cheer, their beloved queen having hosted a festival. That was where he had spotted an older butler, striking up conversation about work. He was the first ally, getting the man speaking to the head of servantry and the queen herself. By his side another new hire, a man akin to sunlight “Do you believe you’ll find belonging here?” would be asked of him then.

 

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An explanation given from the undead before an apology. Before the man could react, he felt searing pain in his abdomen. He had been stabbed, and she was only digging the dagger deeper. She believed this was the only way, this must happen, because it was what had to be done. He was angry but helpless. How could this be the way he leave this world? Instead of any fighting, all he could do is think to the people who made him whole.

 

 

 

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Being new to Haense, Seraph found himself quite lost initially when it came to forming bonds. However he was immediately met with kindness. A physician who held stern but gentle hands, A handmaiden who always made time, A poet who wrote what the songbirds sing, and plenty of others who would come to talk with the man at the bar counter. Although intially with the man with hair of sunlight, their bickering constantly having the poor handmaiden in the middle. They eventually found friendship, and found love and partnership in each other. The sun and a star, dancing about in the heavens.

 

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She was aiming to kill, her intentions now fully clear. His anger flared from the blaming of his dearest friend, but only desperation came as he laid bloodied in the gravel. The figure had fled and he was dying alone. He prayed to the cross he laid under to see his family once more before he passed. It was the last thing he would ask of the universe. A young woman’s voice calls from the trees, a distraught comet whistling down the path to his side.

 

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His daughter, his little comet, was his pride. A young orphan who would not speak had gotten through the gates on a cold winter’s day. The man of sunlight had tried to get her to stay at the servant’s quarters but she refused. The brightest comet racing across the roads, she was an adventurer. She was bright and she was his darling daughter.

 

The comet would come to sometimes travel too far from home, but she would always be welcomed back. One day, the man was blessed with a meteoroid, a grandson. He would cherish the child and every moment he got. The child would most likely not come to remember the man with silver hair, however plenty of stories dance around in that house to remind him.

 

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The next moments were a blur, the man clutching onto life. He was taken to the clinic, as the anxious medic began to work immediately. She never gave up on trying to save him but he knew his time had come. He got his wish to see his family once more. His last words died with his final breath. He would not see his daughter leave for her revenge, He would not hear the wails of his dearest friend, and he would not feel the touch of his husband’s hand as he took the ring from his finger. The other surgeon announces the time of death: 9:30 on the 17th of the First Seed, Year 182 of the Second Age.

 

“I did.”

 

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OOC : THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO INTERACTED WITH THIS CHARACTER! Seraph was my first real LOTC experience and I was only met with kindness and fun times! He may be gone, but I am still very much here - keep in touch! <33

 

Edited June 4, 2024 by RingAroundRosey

[Koodini 854]

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"You fled a home and found another, Seraph." — "It's time you've realized that."
Belonging. Solace. Ardor.

Things brought about by an undying love. And even without breath or a heart ever beating, those things lingered. Nothing could remain dead, for laying a man to earth or turning him to ash couldn't rid the world of his words nor the impact of them. One man found himself rid of life by a devil's blade, while another found it fleeing from his very throat. A dimming had ensnared that star once ablaze.

But to gaze upon a sky no longer hosting his other was an act he'd refuse. Diverted to soil was Čedomir's attention. Allowing himself to wilt would dishonor two decades of doubtless existence, something he'd not do. No, he chose to bloom.

[Frawlic 1602]

  

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"Do not pray for me. Pray for her."
 

Loss is a familiar concept, that no Haeseni finds themselves shy of — even the ones who were not born there, in that winter landscape of hatred and heart. Such was the case of a young Raevir woman who had made the biggest of mistakes, forgotten the most memorable dangers, and reaped the consequences of her actions.

“My Little Comet,”

She could remember the first time she heard those words, that little nickname given to her. In those destroyed rags of orange by no fault other than her own, maybe a tree branch, with that film of milk on her upper lip from sickeningly sweet cocoa. Amari was a child then, and most children see a streak of light in the sky and call it a shooting star.

Shooting stars are supposed to be lucky, wished upon, but she was far from it. Burning up with age, broken promises, failure, and disappointment of all kinds. No matter her speed and fury, she always crashed back into her father’s arms and no blaze of hers could push him away. Their gravitational pull was much too strong. She orbited the sun and it would never let go.

“I forgive you.”

Stars die. She always assumed he would be one to flicker out, just not so soon. Finding him on that path was the last thing she wanted to do. It had been hoped that all of this would go down in his sleep, by Cedomir’s side. And yet, his blood was on her hands as she kept him from spilling out of her life. Perhaps that was the tightest her hold had ever been on Seraph, maybe she would have done well to hug him similarly at least once. Still, it wasn’t enough, she knew that, and she knew why.

“How do we kill Sermi.”

Amari bounced a young Volya on her hip, the toddler tracing his chubby fingers over constellations. Her gaze lingered out the window, and she stared at the faintest of stars.

Was it worth it? 

[Karina 1882]

 

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Death.

Death was an ever haunting specter.

Is that why she had come here? To remind herself of this? How many decades it had been – three, four? Her mind ached. Time was not a constant, anymore. It was a flow, and she merely was swept up in it. Some days, it was a gentle current.

Today, it was drowning. It ached, gnawing at the edges of her mind. She remembered the pain. Half of her face, torn apart in an instant. Scoured with hellflame, as Laelia screamed. It came in glimpses, after that. But she remembered the roses.

The roses, so key to a lie.

When steps came down the gravel road, it was enough to bring her out of that endless haze. If only for a moment. The creaking figure turned, standing tall. Six feet, clad in robes. The scent of death clung to them, mummified and musty flesh. Part of her hoped that where it began, it would end.

But she would not be so lucky. Those dead feline pupils instead settled on a sight she had hoped not to see. An old friend. Flickers of memory flooded back. Talks amidst the hallways with servants, gossip. Friendly conversation over a royal wedding.

Her steps brought her closer; the man a frail shadow of who she knew.

“He took everything from me. I won’t let him take her, too.”

It didn’t matter what she did, in truth. She had already lost. Nothing would ever convince this man of the truth. Of what fate awaited his daughter, despite every attempt to intervene. At least… She could end things quickly.

Before it was too late. Before he had to see what he had raised and loved reduced to ruin. How often Sermi had seen it. With Laelia, with Deia.

Broken people. Shells, even herself. That was all that was left. No one who stared into the sort of darkness that lingered would ever emerge unchanged. It mattered not the side they fought.

Even Villorik had something missing in his eyes.

“Sermi…”

It was a trivial matter to slip the blade into his gut. Azhl. A lethal thing. With his poor state, passing was certain. They locked eyes, for the briefest moment. Blood dripped onto the white of his clothes. Eventually… He was gently set down.

Slowly, did they turn. Each step weighted. Of all the emotions to sting at her mind, it was the faintest reminiscence of guilt. 

Was it worth it?

He was not the first. He would not be the last. There was no new beginnings, here. Only suffering, and tortured souls.

[sarahbarah 7105]

A queen of yore embraces a leal soul as he ascends to the Skies. 

The martyr would guard his dignity in death, as he had done for her in life.

 

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genuinely loved seraph and cedomir with my whole heart i cant believe hes dead WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA