All Things End [DUAL PK]

[Zemzy_Oakheart 347]

The word of those from the Reinhold family a certain, small gobliness had visited what seemed like only yesterday reached town as Gummy had been working away within the library's walls for a while. She knew Atticus' time was growing closer, yet wasn't expecting to hear Wilford's name amidst the news as well. Catching her off-guard with the news had sparked a new wave of grief to overwhelm her as she decided to lay upon the couch of the library's basement floor.

 

Maibee.. it is time tu take a break.... She thought to herself silently as Gummy couldn't hold back her tears from the couch cushions; the grand fireplace before her sight crackling away quietly in an attempt to soften the silence with its comforting ambience. A quiet, sputtered attempt of a tune would chitter out to the spirits above as the full-feral dialect would hope those recently passed would find solace in the melody she'd come to use more often than she'd realize.

 

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[killformo 24]

Simon stood in silence as the news reached him.
Atticus, gone. Wilford, too. 
He thought of that kindness, the hand offered when he'd had nothing when he first came to Petra. 
He regretted not speaking to him more. A silence that would be like a shadow in the back of his mind.
That night, he lit a candle and sat with the stillness, mourning a man he would never forget.

[LiliumDell 112]

The Duchess would be sitting in the gardens of Vohenheim as she practices her harp, listening to the soft melody of the strings, when the message had arrived to her ears. 

Sir Atticus and Sir Willford have passed.

The strumming of the strings stop as she feels her heart skip more than a beat at the message, letting the garden fall silent, as she looks in the distance, seeing two white butterflies dance around in between the flowers. 

"At least, I am sure they passed in one anothers arms. Happy."

Ivy von Theonus says to herself as she starts to weep, still not believing said news.

 

Later that night, she would light up two candles in a silent prayer. Knowing that those two white butterflies, those two dancing flames, would be both of them dancing for all eternity.

 

 

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

The last light connecting Kiva to the world blinks out.

 

When conflict comes, they sleep. Surely, Atticus would be fine afterwards. Surely, when they woke up once more...

 

But Atticus didn't answer the door. He never answered the door anymore. Denial only holds for so many days, before they start to count the time lost, before they remember his state the last time they spoke. 

 

They have just enough strength to get back to the home which is no longer theirs, when the dam breaks.

 

hck.. hh...

atticus where did you do where did you

ag.. hhcc..

 

No. He's gone. Time has slipped through their fingers, like sand. Here, then gone. Every friend they once had, everyone they ever held close to their heart, lights extinguished and gone. The only constant is Wicker. But Wicker... Wicker isn't real.

 

Wicker was never real. An imaginary friend. Remnants. Pieces. Gone.

 

It's a similar hopeless feeling to when Dimitri died, except even now, there's still that one percent chance they're wrong, that Atticus is fine. But he's not. Kiva is not stupid. Kiva is not that naive. How old are they now? 97? 98 maybe? Does it matter? They are far from a child, even if most of their years are spent in a haze of dreams and untruth. 

 

Unreality.

Hidden. 

Books collecting dust.

i didn't have enough mina i didnt

so atticus gave me mina he did

he did and i could buy the books i wanted

limited?

indefinite?

60 mina, a gift

 

Atticus was kind. Smart. Someone who they thought would be there. But humans do not... have the time they do. 

 

Kiva is awake now.

Sleeping is dangerous, 

they lose more to it than they ever thought they could afford.

Than they ever thought they had.

 

 

goodbye atticus

goodbye

[Rhettthecoldone 252]

That Moon Eyed Mage, after his long talk with his older brother, contemplated for the following days. His head spun in obsessions, like he had been attempting to rewrite reality in some twisted way. Never again did he wish to be alone, like he had been all those years before he made his family with the Reinholds. Despite the long period of time he spent with his new family, it always felt fleeting for him. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he was alone again and that only led him to enjoy the time left while he still could. The Reinholds were a significant chapter of his life, an era of welcoming and understanding. He couldn’t wait to tell his future children the story of his two dearest friends. Even two hundred years from now, nothing could end that ashen-toned elf’s memory of those two. They had become so ingrained in his brain, like a chemical alteration that rewrote his perception of life. He was so alone before, and now… he would have to be alone again. He liked to believe he wouldn’t truly be alone, that the two would be watching over him. It was the only thing he could think of.

 

“See ye’ soon, but not too soon.” He winked at the stars, where his brother claimed he would be. The elf vowed to keep his promise to Atticus. He was to live his life to the fullest. The two fellow Reinholds didn’t want to see Faeran early.

 

And so, he lit a waxen candle, praying to the serene and divine moon. A muttered phrase, invocation, plea.

 

“Treat ‘em kindly ye bright ol’ moon. Ah’ll see ‘em again. One day.”

 

The candle, through a breeze emitted by inherently plum lips, had been snuffed out. Memories he shared, beautiful pieces of thought fluttered through the night sky and to the moon. She’d hold them for safe keeping until Faeran was ready to finally go see his dear old friends. His family.

[ProcaPro 557]

An aging man stares at his wall across his home, sat on an Oyashi cushion at his low table with a warm cup of coffee. Thinking. He'd thought a lot of Atticus these days, flashes of short memory of the man he'd bothered so, as a child. His neighbor, who knew his mother. Company, even if shortly and only because Fynn had insisted on it.

 

He wondered today if he should bring bread again, and thank Atticus for the short bursts of company. The Templar leans back, thinking of those times he'd braved the oven to make that early version of his favorite sourdough, how it'd burned his hands, how once he'd set his hair on fire trying to fix the recipe. He was just a boy, then, not even a teen. Atticus was the first who had even tried it. And, for a moment, Fynn hadn't felt so alone in those days. Were he not so shy and scared he might have asked for help, even. Of course, he hadn't. But what harm could there be in checking in, just for a moment?

 

Though... Maybe another time. There was always more time, surely.

 

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

 

A less kind thought of Atticus crosses the mind of a blood-soaked monstrosity, a brief friend from too long ago as wreathed in her lies as she'd been in her terror. A student, once, wearing an Elf's facade as if it might hide whatever had already begun to kill her.

 

Were Adya, Naya... Whatever she is, now, still alive she'd have maybe known enough of grief to grieve for someone who had looked at her foolish, frankly suicidal admittance of what she was and had given her pity when she'd expected rage. Relief. A final release from someone or anyone that would hate her enough to kill her. But he hadn't. He'd let her live, and supported her, and it had angered her as much as it had confused and relieved her. Yes, perhaps she would have grieved.

 

Now, though, fire and war were all she knew. There was no pity, or worry, or mercy for the living, not in the Moz. She'd wondered, if she could claw her way out, how the man might see her. A delicious fear, maybe rage. Something, anything to justify the hatred that festered and rotted so deep in the infernal soul she held, or whatever was left of it. Something to say that she was right, that she was horrific and frightening, an excuse to lash out at at least one person she'd cared for when living.

 

The thought thrilled her, drove her to survive, as the thing set out to wreak what she could on the hells she'd been doomed to.

[Dj_McMuffin 150]

Isabella shed not a tear when she learned of the passing of the Reinholds; she had mourned their loss many times over in her head as her decades in solitude passed. Their absence had been felt even while they were still alive. She'd come to miss them, though she never did return to see them. Theirs was a presence she had become regretfully numb to, as with many of her loved ones. It was never a word she dared to use - more alien to her than what lie beyond the veil... at least some morsel of that lay in her grasp - the notion was one she struggled to wrap her head around in her youth, with her mind trapped in other distractions. She only really understood when she saw the familiar faces of those who were still alive, and the portraits of those who had passed. Two of the finest men I'll ever meet, she mused, I wonder how Atticus and Wilford greeted death? I'd imagine with smiles on their faces. The old crone always knew they would take over the world, hearing Atticus had become king was beyond impressive, but, expected. And I expect you'll have the Gods back on their best behavior for the Creator too by the time I arrive...

 

 

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Fates Bind Us. Godspeed, Kings. 
https://youtu.be/bS44N-0dfKw?si=nUgEoG4fSaDo85Lq

 

[Minuvas 3193]

Razad, locked in the eternal Kaggath of a far off  existence...would pause a moment. An echo rippling through time back into a plain of reality long forgotten. 

 

"Hm"... The King of Sorcerers did ponder, "I feel as if something has been lost. A trinket? No, one of my generals? No...a friend...did I have friends?" 

 

Before the thought could complete, a screeching Yissar charged from behind Razad, mounted by one of his sorcerers as a a contingent of enemy knights charged at Razads Royal guard "Onward, Sorcerers...a mage takes what he is owed!"