[PK] Laid to Rest

[Flynnigan 267]

 

Sitting out on the beach of Viru, Flynn’s hands lay folded over the top of his cane as he stared out across the river, up to the capital city of Idunia. With a heavy sigh, he watched, shoulders slumping slightly. Footsteps came from behind him. They were familiar, so Flynn didn’t turn; simply closing his eyes as he felt the gentle breeze on his face. 

“You must be feeling a bit of energy, if you managed to walk all the way out here,” Liam said gently as he sat next to his brother in arms, groaning a bit with his age. Flynn gave a small smile, looking over to Liam, giving a light chuckle. 

“If by better, you mean able to walk today, then yes.” muttered Flynn, rubbing his thumb against his cane. “It didn't hurt much, so I decided to try and get out of the house… get a little fresh air.” 

Liam nodded along. “That’s good,” he said. “You could use some activity to stay healthy… make sure your knees don’t lock up. I wanna keep you out of a wheelchair as long as I can,” 

Without a response, Flynn stared off into the water, his eyes solemn with a calm silence between the two of them. It made Liam uncomfortable. His lips tugged to a frown as he reached around, putting an arm around Flynn. 

“Hey,” he whispered, catching Flynn’s attention. “You okay?”

Staring at his brother, Flynn gave a small sigh, a sad smile flickering on his lips. “Do you remember the day you promised to protect me?” Flynn asked quietly. Liam blinked slightly, the memory returning almost immediately. 

Liam laughed. “Of course I do. It was sixty years ago,” he recounted thoughtfully, leaning back. Liam put his arms behind him as he sat, staring up to the sky. “We were in the tavern in Ivoria. It was after my brother nearly killed you after you fell off the roof,” he smirked. 

Flynn turned red, laughing as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah…” Flynn said sheepishly. “…I remember that part,” he muttered. 

Liam smiled at Flynn, humming. “But yes, I remember… what about it…?” he asked quietly, smile fading as his stomach twisted slightly in worry.

“I…” Flynn took a deep breath, looking down at his cane. “I need you to keep your promise, Liam.” he said. “You know what Viath is planning, I… I don’t want to come back. I don’t want to be turned into a darkspawn,” he whispered. His stomach dropped, and Liam’s eyes widened. He stared at Flynn, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. “I don’t know how much longer I have, and… I want to go out on my own terms.” 

Silence stretched again. But this time, it wasn’t calm. It was thick; almost suffocating. Liam held his breath, his heart pounding as he stared at Flynn, swallowing hard. Flynn didn’t look back at him. His eyes were distant, staring off as he rubbed his cane gently. 

“Flynn…” Liam’s voice cracked.

“If you… do it. If you kill me, then you can bury me—out of the way. Somewhere I can’t be raised. So I can rest, finally.” he begged softly. Liam’s throat ran dry. 

“Flynn,” Liam repeated desperately. “You—I can’t…” 

“Please,” Flynn pleaded, blue eyes wide as he stared into Liam’s, eyebrows furrowed in desperation. “You promised to protect me. Forever.” 

Swallowing hard, Liam stared back, with a heavy sigh, he relented—shoulders slumping in defeat. “…alright…” he muttered. “Alright. I’m here. I promised.” Liam said quietly. “How… did you want to do it?” 

***

Flynn stood across from Liam. Slowly turning the familiar weapons in his hands. The two scimitars moved through the air with elegance; contrasting to the strong stance Liam held. His sword was held firmly in his hand, clutching a shield in the other. It was a sight not seen in decades.

With a slightly excited glint in his eye, Flynn smiled. “I missed sparring with you,” he said. “Are you sure you’ll be able to keep up?” he teased. Liam couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. 

“I’m sure I’ll be able to,” he said back. 

The blond moved forwards; always the faster of the two. His blades flashed in the light as they swung towards Liam, who threw up his shield, the scimitars glinting off. With the shine of the blade… the two saw a reflection of years past…

The young Flynn’s eyes widened in fear, yelping as the sword swished past him. “Goodness!” cried the young man—barely even 20. The Ivorian armor was too big for his frame. “I can’t do this!” his high voice squealed. “I don’t even know how to swing a sword properly!!” Flynn stumbled backwards, losing his footing as a young Liam stepped with him, grabbing him to make sure he didn’t hit the ground. 

“You’re serious?” Liam laughed slightly, looking shocked. The blond whimpered, nodding his head as Liam held him by the wrist, the only thing keeping him from hitting the ground. Liam huffed, a small smile flickering onto his face. “Alright, alright,” With a tug, he pulled the younger to his feet. “It’s not fair to just kick your ass… Get ready—I’ll teach you the basics.”

Liam’s foot dug into the dirt, and he fixed his posture. Much bigger and stronger than Flynn, Liam swung his shield, deflecting him backwards. The silver-haired old man stumbled back, but didn’t stay far for long. Crouching down, he shot forwards once again, sliding under the shield as his sword struck Liam’s back. He spun around as Liam grunted, taking a step forwards to catch himself.

Looking back, he watched as Flynn went for a second attack, ducking his head down as he shot his leg out, foot aimed for the younger’s shin. Flynn buried his blade in the ground, making Liam’s kick make contact with metal. His eyes flashed, a smile on his face as Liam looked up to him, Flynn stomping his foot on Liam’s shield to leap over him, landing on the ground as he swung his other scimitar around.

Metal met with metal as Liam’s blade stopped Flynn’s short. The 20 year olds panted, their eyes locked in determination. “Aw, look at you. You know how to swing that thing now,” Liam grinned, a cocky expression on his face.

Flynn’s face reddened, and he pouted angrily, staring through his dyed black hair. “Shut up. I’ve been working really hard with Sissel. I’m totally gonna kick your ass.” he grumbled. Flynn quickly lifted up his leg, kicking their locked blades free. Liam stepped back, grinning proudly. 

“Yeah. Well, I’ll believe it when I see it,” Liam said, swiftly picking up his leg as he sent it right towards the blond’s stomach.

Flynn skidded back, holding his stomach as he heaved a breath, blade planted into the ground. “Dammit,” Flynn panted, drawing himself back up to stand. Flynn spun the scimitar around in his hand, breaking into another sprint to continue the battle with his brother. Every attack between the both of them blocked, one after the other as they exchanged blows, almost evenly matched. 

The rush of exhilaration of every fight between the two of them came flooding back like an old memory, but the excitement wasn’t the same. Instead, a knot tightened in Liam’s stomach with each swing of his blade, knowing that any one of them could be fatal. The crisp, silver blade sliced through a few white hairs, trimming them from Flynn’s head. Liam’s eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat. As he froze for a fleeting moment, Flynn’s elbow shot forwards, hitting Liam right in the face. 

Staggering back, Liam groaned a bit, unable to rub his face as he only had one arm, which held his blade. Flynn covered his mouth. “Oh, ****! Was that too hard? I’m sorry, dammit—you’re still… okay, I forgot you’re like… missing an arm…”

Liam licked his lip, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. He grinned up at the worried blond. “You forgot? How did you forget that I don’t have an arm?” he teased, Flynn groaning. 

“Shut up!” he whined. “I just was getting really into it!” Flynn argued, looking worried. Liam laughed, swinging his weapon back at his brother, making Flynn shout. “Hey!” 

“Don’t let your guard down!” Liam shouted encouragingly to Flynn, the younger quickly recovering to return an attack on Liam. 

Metal clashed once more. Liam knocked Flynn’s sword upwards with his own, moving with strong steps. He tried to keep his breathing steady–bracing himself with every single slash and stab. Flynn blocked some of the attacks, moving out of the way of the others. Using one of his scimitars to push Liam’s blade past him, Flynn thrust his other blade forwards, drawing a single drop of blood at Liam’s cheek, right below his eye.

As his eyes widened, Liam stumbled back. He swallowed the burning sensation in his throat as he slashed hard again at Flynn, once more on the offensive. Liam wasn’t trying. Not really. They both knew it. Flynn blocked once more, turning the attacks on Liam, trying to goad him into taking this seriously. To fight with intent to kill. 

Liam grit his teeth, yelling as he went at him, using his strength to overpower Flynn’s quick attacks. His heart pounded, desperately running on adrenaline as he tried to force himself to just make the blow already. But each strike was blocked, guided away, or cut through only air. But the tiring expression on Flynn’s face was a chilling reminder that this wasn’t a fun spar between the two of them. They were no longer young and filled with cocky remarks and teasing comments.

With a quick thrust, the blade went forwards. Flynn gasped, and Liam’s eyes opened as he felt his brother grab hold of his shoulder. Flynn’s weapons clattered to the ground, and Liam’s knees felt weak. Grabbing Flynn before he could fall, he held him closed, eyes wide as he trembled. Liam' s heartbeat pounded in his ear like a drum, feeling the smaller’s hand clutch his shirt like a lifeline.

The Revenant tightly hugged her father, eyes wide as Flynn held her in a comforting embrace. “You could take my path,” her voice trembled quietly, tears filling her eyes as she did her best to cling to him as she did when she was a child. “We could make up for lost time—we could be a full family again,” she whispered. “Forever.”

Flynn swallowed hard, fighting tears as he gently stroked his daughter’s hair. “Time is precious,” he replied in a soft tone. “Flowers are beautiful because they do not live forever, my dear.”

“Pa… please,” Svala begged. Her grip tightened as if at any moment he may disappear completely. “You’d… you’d be free from the pain of age,” she whispered. “You wouldn’t hurt anymore,”

“Svala,” Flynn said firmly. But even as the words came out, they were gentle. Soothing. “My time is up,” he whispered. “I want to close my eyes and rest—not be tied down to this world anymore…” he told her. Watching the stars, he took a deep breath. “At the end of the Final Act of my favorite play, Death of a King… Do you know what has been written?” Flynn asked gently, staring up at the sky as he spoke. Flynn felt his daughter slowly shake her head as she sniffled. “It is written, ‘He dies’.” Flynn said calmly. “That’s all. There is no recountment, no large fanfare or waxing dramatic of the end of a great man… The culmination of what I consider one of the most influential pieces of literature in all of mankind is… ‘He dies’.” With a dry chuckle, Flynn pat Svala’s head. “It takes a genius to come up with two simple words…” Pausing for a moment, Flynn’s smile faded momentarily.

“And yet no matter how many times I read them, I am overwhelmed with grief.” Gently cupping Svala’s face, Flynn tilted her head upwards so she would look at him. “I know it is only natural to be sad… but not because of the death we read, but because of the life and memories prior to those two words. Of the character we grew to know and adore.”

With a shaky breath, Flynn gave his daughter a smile. “I’ve lived my tale, Svala. I’ve lived a tragedy, a romance, an adventure… And I’ve bounded through every page knowing that one day, my story would end with those two words.” Searching her eyes, Flynn’s eyes were filled with care. “I am not asking you to be happy I go. I am not telling you to not feel what you will feel when you finish my story… but I beg you not to make the same mistakes I did with the death of your mother,” he whispered. “I just wish that you pick up another story, and continue reading. Because the world is filled with stories; All fantastically written, my dear…” he whispered, trying to wipe away the ghostly tears dripping down Svala’s face. “And if anyone asks what became of me: you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple, and modest, ‘He died’.”

As his thumb simply passed through the tears, Svala stared at her father. The one who had nothing but love for her, all his life. Grabbing her father, the revenant wrapped him in the tightest hug she could offer, squeezing her eyes shut as she sobbed silently. 

Flynn stroked Svala’s hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Even when I am gone, I swear—I will always be with you, stjerne min.” he whispered. “My love will follow you and your sister for all eternity.”

Svala sniffled, her voice muffled with her head buried in her father’s chest. “I don’t want to lose you,”

“You will never lose me,” Flynn said soothingly. “The only way you could lose me, is if you forget about me.”

“And what if I do?”

“You won’t,” Flynn smiled. “That’s the thing about loving someone,” he said. “They’re a part of you.”

Flynn and Liam held each other as long as they could, tears streaming down Liam’s face as his throat burned. 

“Thank you…” Flynn’s voice came out weak, a smile on his face as he put his hand to the back of Liam’s neck. “I love you, Liam.” Flynn whispered. “I always have.” 

Knees buckling under the grief, stumbling into the grass. Liam couldn’t bear to remove the blade from his brother’s chest, letting out a broken sob. Gently, he laid him down to the grass, very slowly lifting the sword out of Flynn’s chest. Flynn winced, but let out a slow breath, staring up to Liam as he hovered over him, vision blurred with tears. Reaching up, his hand grasped Liam’s, giving him one last smile, the light still glimmering in his one blue eye. Liam tried to keep his gaze for as long as he could, hanging on to the last fleeting moments. 

Closing his eyes tightly, Liam closed his eyes tightly, rolling onto the grass to lay next to Flynn and simply feel his presence. 

Flynn gave Liam’s hand one last squeeze, a smile on his face as he gazed up at the sky. It was a clear night, and the moon was full. “I always loved the stars,”

Liam felt Flynn’s grip fade. "Yeah," he breathed. "Even if their shine will dull, without you." Liam looked to Flynn, doing his best not to let the tears break just yet. "I'll see you in the next life."

Flynn looked to Liam, a twinkle in his eye as he gave him one final smile.

"Don't make me wait too long,"

 

 

OOC NOTE:

Spoiler

Writing Flynn has been a blessing and a pleasure. As he was my very first character on LOTC, I have just wrapped up playing him for an entire year (and a few weeks). I will remember him forever. His final roleplays together brought me to tears reminescing the reasons why I stuck around LOTC. Even in his worst roleplays, I enjoyed furthering his character, even when he fell to unimaginable grief and loss. The community that found me and the friends I was able to make through playing Flynn have genuinely changed my life and become incredibly close to me. I wanted to thank everyone who was a part of his story, as he would not have gone from his original plan of being a glorified npc to being this fully fledged character.

 

Thank you to @Stonebreaker975 and @EndRealms the most for becoming some of my close friends through our characters becoming a family. I wouldn't have stuck around the server if it wasn't for the fun I had with you guys.

 

Thank you to @Calise11 and @resurectionist for the communities you two introduced me into because of my roleplay on Flynn, letting me find more friends and joy in these silly little characters. You really introduced me to a large part of the community when I was a bit too awkward to join larger communities myself.

 

Thank you also to @Rocky_Wolf, @Sr_Dimentio, @TheHuntedRaven,  and @Amesti for all the roleplay on Flynn. You were beloved members of his family that took his character into so many directions, allowing him to become so complex. Our RP has brought tears to my eyes (in a good way) and made me feel so much emotion

 

I also wish to throw a thank you out to the Wayfarers, like Milenkov, @Sonybut7, @Iulius, @Memenade and more.

 

One more thank you to everyone I've ever interacted on on Flynn. Thank you so much for this wonderful first year on LOTC, and I hope to make even more meaningful characters for people to enjoy--like Inti, Alice, (and more coming soon!) 

 

[Eliseth 134]

Sloane Leomonte heard the news, she didn't know how to react. She only felt a sadness within her, a cold winters night within the summer that was her emotions. Sloane didn't know Flynn, they had only met a couple of times, assisting the old man whenever she saw him.

 

"Samay amigo" she said softly at the news. She couldn't dwell on the news, but the lasting impression was there. She knew that every interaction matters, not knowing when one may be their last. 

 

After a few days, a bouquet of flowers is set to drift within the waters of the Viru beach, fashioned together like a float. Centered with a candle that was held aloft in the center. 

[PotatoFan117 393]

Uncle Hick clenched his fists as he heard the news, the elder sat down at his balcony and observed his pigeon friends ". . . .atleast. . . . I got to say goodbye " he slightly smiled as he continued to watch " . . . .so long old friend, i hope you rest well peacefully" a single tear rolled down his cheek as he slowly got up and went back into his home queitly accepting his old friend passing away.

[Samson Option 9652]

 

With each pat of Flynnigan's cheek, Zilzibin's pried away alien emotions. From what little he siphoned from the frail man he had moored himself onto the beach to interrogate; he read in his mind's eye emotions, of longing, of trepidation, & of forlorn anticipation of inevitable death. The hobgoblin-turned-eidola could not recollect feeling such emotions whether in his former life or his current state.

[Sr_Dimentio 586]

When he heard the news, he couldn't believe it, the ghost turned into one because he wanted to keep him company until his last moments... And he wasn't even there for his death... Once again, Allen Manners failed at something he set out to do.

"F-Father..."

 

He cried as he covered his ectoplasm face with his hands "No... No..." Now... What could he do? He wanted to see him again on the other side, why...? Why he wasn't disappearing...? Even if he didn't fulfill his desire of being with him until the end, he could see him in there! That's what he wanted, right? Right...? 

 

"I want to go back... I-I want to go back... I want to disappear!!!" he screamed, holding into his head. Fear, anger and sorrow filled him, as his ectoplasm almost turned into a red hue for the fraction of a second "I... I need to collect... Essence..." he quickly shook his head, floating into the nearbiest forest, as he tried to calm himself.

Edited December 20, 2025 by Sr_Dimentio

[LuckyD 141]

Relad was sat in his home when the news arrived, hearing the caller in the street spread the word. The death of another good man. A repreve from a long life of hardship.

 

"Norland is always a cold place for these people, it seems. Rest. You will never be cold again. Your struggle is over, you did enough. Let the younger generation pick up the slack you leave behind." Said he to none in particular, taking a modest moment to glance at the wall where the portrait of Lorenna De Senna was hung. He imagined that this man held the same level of love and respect by others that he held for her.

 

"If by some chance you hear this, Master of Revelry, you should teach Miss Senna to relax more. Whenever and wherever you both are. I think you two might get along well."

 

Back to cutting the apples, Rori was not going to cook for himself. His younger brother was terrible at that, and these grim events are reminders that as he breaks fourty, Relad himself is no wry young man anymore. Perhaps he should teach Rori how to make pie.