The Violet Wilts

[Violet Medea 778]

 

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[!] A letter would arrive to all who mattered to this person. The envelope itself had a purple wax seal with a violet flower crest. Upon opening the envelope, these are what the words inside read.

 

“If you are reading this letter, it is because I am no longer in the mortal plain. My journey upon these lands have reached its end and I will now be reuniting with my loved ones that are waiting for me on the other side. I wish not for sorrows from the news that I am now gone, but if you must cry, cry while remembering all the priceless memories we made together. If you have received this letter, it means that you are either my beloved family or my dearest friend. Please do not feel sad for me, I will be alright. I was raised a Vikelian and I will die a Vikelian, which means that even in death, I will love and protect you. I will watch over all of you and keep you safe.”

 

“To my dear husband, Walter. I’m sorry that I must be the first of the two of us to go. Our story together was filled with challenges a couple never should have faced but we did, and somehow we overcame every one of them, and each time, I find myself loving you even more. Please watch over our children, make sure they live longer than you and I, and cherish every moment with them on my behalf. In another life, I would be yours again in a heartbeat. I love you, Suika. From the moment we met, I have loved you, and I always will. May we meet again in the stars and fall in love all over again.”

@6Dark

 

“To my dear Blossom, I love you. I love you more than life itself. From the first moment I held you in my arms, I knew that you would be my precious flower. I am so proud of the woman you have become, and the mother you are learning to be. Learn from my mistakes and be better than me. I love you dearly, I swear it on my soul. Take care of yourself and your family. Whenever you need me, look up to the stars like I have told you to do, and I will answer. You may not hear me, but you will feel that I am right there with you, guiding you down your path. I will be waiting for you, but do not come too early. Live your life to its fullest my precious butterfly.”

@UniBearse

 

“To my white blossom, you are the sun in my life. You have always given me peace. Words can not describe how much I love you. Please continue to be outgoing and kind. Your heart is a gentle one, protect it and give your love only to those that deserve it. You have always made me proud and I know you would have made an amazing queen. I’m sorry that I could not give that to you. Please take care of yourself and your father, I hope that you will create a family of your own and live the happy fulfilling life that you deserve. I love you, my little blossom and I will be watching over you.”

@Kayleigh_P

 

“To my little wolf, I am sorry that I can not be here longer to watch you grow into the fine young man I know you will be. Please continue to be adventurous and proud of who you are. Know that mother loves you dearly and I will always be with you in spirit to guide you through your journey. This life is not an easy one, but I know you will always get through whatever it may throw at you. Look up at the mood when you feel lost, I will show you the path. I love you, my little prince.”

@BlauRps

 

“To Siofra, my little dove, I wish we could have spent more time together. I know you looked up to me for guidance. But I know that you will do just fine and surpass me as a leader. Take care of your people even when it is hard, because at the end of the day you will always feel that fulfillment. Your people will look to you for guidance, you must hold your head high and lead with confidence. I will be watching over you, little one.”

@ValleyOfLavender

 

“To Ame, I wish I could have gotten the chance to say goodbye, auntie. You watched me grow up and become the woman I am now. You are one of the few family members I have left that remembers what my mother looked like. I’ve always looked up to you and I am grateful that I had you to help guide me during my early years. Please take care of yourself and I hope we will be reunited again one day.”

@LupinCrystal

 

“To Nepir, sorry papa, I guess I had to go first. Please take care of your health, I can not be there to make your tea anymore. You helped guide me through my journey as a queen and you continued to guide me after accepting me as your god daughter. Do not miss me too much, because I will never be too far away. When you feel a gentle breeze while you have your afternoon tea, that is me coming to visit. Take care, papa.”

@nepir

 

“To Lenora, you were like a sister to me. You helped me when I needed a hand and you stood next to me when I thought I was alone. We both had something precious to us taken away and I hope that if we reunite in our next life, we can once again stand side by side as sisters and create something wonderful together. I wish you and your family nothing but happiness, and may we one day fight alongside each other again.” 

@Bethinwonderland

 

“To everyone that has been with me through my journey I called life, thank you for all that you’ve done and thank you for the memories. I will be carrying them with me to the other side, smiling with my head held high. I await for all of you and hope that we will all be reunited again one day.”

 

Medea Amaranta Viola De Astrea,

La Violetta.

 

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I have been playing Medea since 2022. To say I love her is an understatement. I've went through a lot with her and if I could go back to play her all over again and not change I thing, I would. I will continue her story my own way, in a different universe where her life will be easier, but for now, I wish to let her rest. Thank you to all that have become close to this character and loved her as much as I did. Onto a new chapter <3

 

[ValleyOfLavender 580]

A certain elfess recieved the leeter, her missmatched eyes skimming the first few lines, she stops blinked then reads again. Her lips part slightly as she reads, slower this time, like the meaning might change if she gives it more care.
"...no..."
she stops and her hands began to tremble cluching the paper tighter 
"no... no, that's not..."
Her breathing stutters, catching painfully in her throat as her eyes dart across the letter, faster now, deperatly searching for anything that contradicts it, anythign that says this is wrong, a mistake, a lie..
but the words dont change. they dont move to rearange as if this was some parlor trick
"no... i just spoke to you... you were right there... no..."
Her voice fractures, thin and disbelieving, before it collapses entirely. Tears blur her vision so badly she can barely see the page anymore, but she clutches it tighter, like letting go would make it even more real.
A sharp, broken sob rips out of her.

"No, no, no, no, this isn’t funny... this isn’t!" she chokes, shaking her head violently, curls sticking to her damp cheeks. "You can’t.. you can’t.. I was just there, you were smiling, you... i said.. i said i would see you later!.."
Her knees buckle beneath her, hitting the ground hard, but she doesn’t seem to feel it.

"I didn’t even... I didn’t say goodbye..."

The words dissolve into a wail, loud and anguished, spilling out of her without restraint.

"I thought I had time!"
Her whole body convulses with sobs, breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps that hurt more with each inhale. Tears stream endlessly, dripping onto the letter, smudging the ink, but she doesn’t notice doesn’t care.
"i thought..." she cries, voice cracking into something small and broken. "i thought you weren’t going anywhere… i..i thought i would get more time... i.."

She can’t finish. The words die in her throat, a strangled, high-pitched cry escapes her, raw with grief.

"come back.. please.. please just come back... BRING HER BACK!"

Her fingers claw at the ground, as if she can drag herself backward through time, back to that moment, back to her grandmother’s voice, her warmth, anything but this hollow, unbearable silence.

But there’s nothing... only the letter, crumpled in her shaking hands.
 

And Siofra, collapsed around it, sobbing hysterically into the space where her grandmother had just been, her cries echoing with no one left to answer.

 

Edited April 16 by ValleyOfLavender

[Turbo_Dog 3567]

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Nooooo

 

[Violet Medea 778]

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I swear to god if any of these replies make me sad, I'm throwing hands

 

[ValleyOfLavender 580]

3 minutes ago, Violet Medea said:

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I swear to god if any of these replies make me sad, I'm throwing hands

 

sorry not sorry

[UniBearse 922]

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A memory of a mother singing a lullaby to a young daughter

Sòn Altes Réyal, Prinsès Luthién Linde Viola De Vikela
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It was a title and a name she had never truly come to terms with, and yet from practice and use of culture she had come to embody it well.

“Do you know what Vikela means? It’s ‘protector of the people’,” a woman’s voice said. Yes, that’s what she had been constantly doing, protecting people for she was not able to protect her own.

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“You have many names. The Viola that is as strong as a warrior, the Sinan that comes from a line of doctors, and the De Astrea which are leaders… We are not De Astrea by blood, but we must carry their name, for they have given us a family that showed us love and care for one another.”
A Rabbit’s Loyalty

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When the kingdom came down and was left in ruins, the voice had left behind a promise and for twenty years it was kept. Moving through life in isolation, with only a flimsy promise to hold onto, a traitor and a  runaway - a sorry excuse of a princess who didn’t even stand by her own home…

But the voice came back and stood tall as she opened her arms to welcome her, then said the words she had always hoped to hear, “My blossom, I’m finally home.”

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But what are all these titles and their meanings meant for if she had taken for granted the one person that always stood by her side and supported her from the shadows? How much she screamed at her and questioned her love when she didn’t know any better. Regret - it was the loudest voice she could hear in her mind, and it seemed it was hard to ignore this time.

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Now, Luthién wails, letting out harrowing screams as she wished to have been a better daughter; A woman who had done incredible feats reduced to a crying child

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Truly, she was and always had been the most spoiled of princesses. 
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[clearlynoko 201]

Andromeda received the letter on her daily mail check. She'd hopped her way to the inconvenient aviary of Wynlomere, hoping for nothing or good news. Her short lived dreams were shattered by that purple wax seal.

 She can't recall how she ended up in her house, her recently born Apprentice in her lap feeling just as despondent as she was. She can't recall how long she sat there, not quite in tears, not quite happy. Shock, numbness, whatever it was. She couldn't care to put a name to it all right now. Her daze was broken by her mother, poor Luthien, who walked in full of cheer.

"Check your mail," Andromeda spoke to her quietly. She wished she didn't. Maybe she should have let Luthien be happy a little longer.


In Medea's home, they sat on the plush violet carpet, in front of a box. Her mother clutched a rabbit coin, Andromeda by her side fighting her own tears. She stayed completely silent, opposing the wails of her mother. Closing her eyes, she tried to stay strong. She was good at that, staying strong for other people. She was good at that.

 

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Heartbreaking, just as you ordered it

 

[Bird5k 1083]

Xavier didn't need to read any letters, he knew, when he felt the sorrow of his daughters ripple through him... And felt his heart break at the sight of his wife's despair.

@clearlynoko@ValleyOfLavender

@UniBearse

 

The elf, however, didn't know how to feel, he has always been poor with emotions, maybe the walls around his heart was why he couldn't bring up any reaction, and why his only response to this news was to comfort his family.

 

Medea tried to "fix" him, actually those deep talks, which was apparently meant to be therapy, was probably the most time he has spent with her. He isn't perfect, in fact he believed that if Medea could, she would of let her daughter marry a different man... But she eventually accepted Xavier, he had to fight for it, had to get over his short comings, but maybe that was the true reason he didn't feel sorrow... Medea pushed him to become better, she believe that he is a good person despite the fortress he built around himself, and not many people have believed in him.

 

Xavier now knew what he felt... Gratitude.

 

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I hate you Medea for sending this at 3am.

I don't actually hate you, thank you for the RP together, no matter how crazy or emotional it was.

 

[nepir 472]

His hand brushed the letter straight, seated in the heath he knew the disign to well. the first words giving the warning of what was coming. as his gaze continued over the page. it was clear, another child lost A beautifull light faiding. for a millanium old mali some thing he had to accept. but he cant help but remeber them all, reaching in to his bag he take out a piece of a violet crystal a reminecent of vikela. Mumbling softly.  "My child, it was never your place to worry of who of us went first, meraly for you to live this life to the fullest. I will carry you as I carryed all of my children." Taking his sleave he raised it up the markings of anchient elvish had long been thinned out and reset names formed in to letters for other names. a compendium of a millanium. shifting and moving as the voilet crystal was broken down edging a new name amongst those who he was glad to have watched grow. and who he must accept have passed on. a singler mark on his arm standing out in violet. in a sea of azure blue.

 

Brushing over his arm he let out a sigh. " Run now my violet rabit, more awaits you out there then it ever did here." A tear struck the letter as he bring up his gloved hand to sweep up the moister from his own face smile formed on his lips. Still but a mali... thank you dear.

[KeiaTypeBeat 3277]

Vivian did not know why or how she got this letter. Perhaps a distraught recipient let it loose in the wind. Who knows?

 

The grieving mother, heart heavy from a recent loss of her own, diligently read each word inked on the page.

 

She wept.

 

She did not need to know this person to know they were worth the tears. 

 

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Good post