The Last Link

[SkyyoBee 249]

Returning to the Geminine Estate after her friend Jason's wedding, Megan slumps onto the chair by the fire, her arms shaking with the winter chill, her fingers almost blue. She tugs her coat around her as the heat of the fire attacks the cold in her bones. She sighs- a metallic sound. She could feel her health declining constantly and she hated it. She couldn't bare for her children to look at her in such a state, she wanted them to remember her as a lovely mother, kind and caring, not a sickly woman who did not have the strength to leave her bed. She turns to look into the flickering fireplace, seeing the shapes she hadn't been able to picture since childhood.

 

 

She knew it from the start, from the time her legs started shaking and she blacked out while cooking dinner. She knew she was dying.

 

Megan props herself up slightly, brushing her brittle hair behind her ear as the flames begin to flicker and shape themselves into images, taking her through her life, showing her pictures of everyone she would miss, everyone she would never be able to see again, everyone who has impacted on her life. She was shown her mistakes and how they inevitably changed her.

 

She wakes up, her mind decided. She pulls out some paper and takes her time, writing a detailed note addressed to her family. She places the note on the table beside the couch along with a couple of other notes, some heavy; filled with an item of some sort, each with a different name. 

 

She then steps outside, her teeth chattering as she begins to walk into the nearby forest, her mind at rest, allowing herself to be taken, to die peacefully.

 

 

~Letters left on the table~

 

To my dearest family

 

I will miss you all,

There was a point where I was alone, where I had nothing and then I found you all, you brought me back. I lost those who I was close to, I was alone until I found you all and I owe you greatly for this. I will allow Sam to take control of the family, or he may choose someone most deserving of the position if he does not wish to take on such responsibilities.

Please take care of yourselves, look after my boys and hopefully have families of your own. I will miss you all.

~Megan

 

To my wonderful husband

 

It crushes me to have to leave you, my darling. I tried to stay strong, I did everything I could and I hope you can forgive me, as I was not strong enough. Please stay strong yourself, do what I could never could. Please stay safe, do not enter any battle you cannot win. I need you to be there for the boys, I pass in peace because I know you are able to watch after everything.

My love is eternal, I never have and never will stop loving you.

-M

((The ring given by Sam after they first met would fall out of the envelope after finishing the letter))

 

To my gorgeous boys

 

I know it may be difficult for you to understand what truly happened now, but I love you and I always will. I hope you both grow up into sweet, intelligent boys and I will always be watching, I will always guide over you. Please do not put yourselves in danger, stay safe.

Mummy loves you both.

((Two long, very old looking strips of cloth would fall out of the envelope, one blue one red, decorated with three large triangles, they would appear to be arm bands or ankle bands))

 

To my grown up sons (to be opened at the age of eighteen)
((The letter is sealed, but appears quite bulky))

 

((PM me on their 18th birthday for the letter))

 

To my amazing brother

 

I left you, and I lived to regret it. It is only when your life is truly about to end that you are able to see what you have caused. You were what kept me strong through those times, we kept each other strong. I should have taken you with me, many times I considered returning for you but I was... Afraid. Afraid of what you may have become, afraid of what you may not have become, afraid you weren't like my little brother anymore.

I'm sorry.

 

((I had an amazing time playing this character, she has changed so much since I started her and in all reality she would have been much older than what I played her as, I felt the need to kill her and start fresh due to this.

Thank you to everyone who has provided me with amazing RP on this character, and I hope we will be able to RP again in the future on my other characters.
~SkyyoBee))

[Aptrotta 162]

Harrison sits on the couch in front of the fire, the letter in his right hand. A tear rolls down his left cheek and splashes onto the paper. He closes his eyes slowly and keeps them shut, his head beginning to face the floor. His lips part to take in a sharp breath followed by a quick exhale. Hands shaking, he folds the letter and places it besides him on the sofa. Placing his head in his hands and his elbows on his legs, he lets his tears flow free

[Uboob ~Taron Geminine~ 14]

*Taron continues on his travels with Eve, exploring the surrounding lands, he enters a tavern for a break when he is interrupted by a stranger carrying a bird cage, a note is clenched in the birds claws, Taron opens the cage taking the note from the birds claw, the stranger closes the cage and leaves without a word. Taron reads the note about Megan leaving and bows his head in prayer for her health and safety*

 

((Great character I enjoyed the short time I rped with Skyyobee as Megan - Going to miss her))     

[Anawkin 247]

*Henry settles down in a nearby pub, he drinks and laughs heartily, sharing good times with his friends. His face quirks as a hawk strides into the pub, he sets his drink aside, as the hawk lays a fold of letters on him. *He pulls a draw knife from his belt, unsealing the letters contents, as he reads over the news, tears flush down his face. *Henry rushes out the pub, he finds himself leaning on a stone pillar, he wipes his tears away. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't make time... for you", *Henry picks himself up, pulling a long gray cape over himself, walking solemnly home with his head tucked low as he tries to fight the tears away,managing a weak smile through the tears just as he departs, happy she is at peace

((;

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[Norman 492]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qV8qanp65-E

 

(( Le long post, for added drama ~ ))

 

Ser Samuel Geminine had noticed that Megan had been absent when he went to tend to her one morning, and after a short search for his wife, he found her in the marshes near Gemglade, laying unmoving against a tree, her pale skin no longer sickly, her eyes closed - at peace. Samuel remembered being terribly confused at first, then angry, and finally, he felt an utterly endless pit of anguish from within his very core.

 

Now, two days later, Samuel stood rigidly under a grey, dreary sky, with torrents of rain falling upon the swamplands in which his barony resided. His twin boys, Desmond and Noah, stood at either of the knight's flank, the latter of the two tugging on Samuel's crimson tabard anxiously. Samuel's large, gauntlet–clad hand cupped around the small palm of Noah, and his eyes closed for a moment, as he remembered many happy moments of his life – meeting Megan in Kingston, courting her relentlessly, their marriage in the Salvus church, the day their sons were born... Now, these memories send a stinging pain to Samuel's head, and he grimaces.

 

Samuel and his two sons were standing before the stone tomb and small monument in which Megan was buried, in the Sudden Valley Cemetery in Greymarsh. The valued wedding ring was in the baron's chain necklace, the shining halo of gold the only reminder of Samuel's joyful matrimony a decade ago. Behind the trio of Geminine men, stood the rest of the family, standing sombrely behind the head of the procession. Samuel manages a shaky nod at last, and he inhales deeply, not letting his voice catch.

 

" Goodbye, my love ... "

 

Samuel places his hand on the gravestone that marks his beautiful wife's place of rest, and he cringes slightly. He brings his opposite hand up, grasping the necklace that held his ring tightly. A single tear rolls down Samuel's face, and he tenses his jaw, blinking it away fiercely. Not before your boys, Samuel. You have to be brave, for them. The muscular soldier turns, putting a hefty, comforting hand on either of his son's shoulders as he ushers them away from the grave, back inside.

 

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Samuel sits in his office that stormy night, slumped back in his seat, a glass of brandy sitting on the desk before him. Samuel's head is bowed in an agonizing display of sadness, the sealed letter addressed to him in his hand. Opening the letter, Samuel squints, reading through it with rosy eyes. After finishing it, his hands shaking violently, he sets it back down on the table - and Megan's wedding ring falls out. His eyes widening with recognition, he stares at the ring. He sits there for what seems like an eternity, before uttering in a hoarse, raspy whisper, " ... Me-Megan ... why. " 

 

His hands ball into fists, and in a sudden burst of violence, he crashes them down onto the table, with a primal roar. The wood splinters and cracks under Samuel's heavy blow, and tips to the side, sending several papers sprawling out over the floor. The knight does not stop there in his savage bloodlust. He snarls, rising from his chair in a flurry and throwing the glass of brandy against a wall, where it shatters into a million brilliant pieces. Samuel picks up his chair, and gives it a heave, sending it whirling out of the window, letting the stormy night into his room. Samuel stopped, panting raggedly. He stares at his hands, his palm cut severely from a shard of glass. Samuel's eyes dilate for a moment, and he blinks - a certain cold hardness in his eyes for the first time.

 

He breathes heavily, hearing a short groan in the opposite room - his sons being roused from the sound of the violent rage. Samuel closes his eyes, before slumping to his knees, and giving a short sob, as he extends his hand to take Megan's ring from the wrecked desk. The room reeling, Samuel wipes his face with his hand, his fists clenched tightly around the ring. His eyebrows lower, and his eyes narrow, his lip curling with a pure expression of hatred - Samuel would never be the same ...

[Chaseman57 21]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tD4zvyxDluI

 

Desmond looks to his father, knowing something is wrong. He peers out from down the stairs to the table where his father is reading the letter. "Daddy, are you okay?" he asks in worried voice. "J-Just fine Des. Go to your room, I'll be there shortly." he replies, choking up, trying not to worry his son. "Can I kiss mommy goodnight?" Desmond says softly, unaware of the tragedy. "N-no Des, just go to bed, she's very ill you know that." Samuel replies in a stern yet calming voice. Desmond heads upstairs to his room, worried for his father. He peers into his parent's room, just across the hallway. "Mommy?" he mutters softly. He cracks the door open, leaning in just enough to see an empty bed. "Daddy!" he shouts, panic heard in his voice. "Where's mommy?!" Samuel is speechless. Not knowing how to break it to his son, worried sick of how he would feel. "S-she just went for a walk, now go to your room." Desmond heads to his room, relieved to know that his mother is alright. Desmond climbs up to the top bunk, his brother Noah already fast asleep. Desmond fluffs up his pillow and tucks himself in, waiting for his father to come upstairs. He hears his father ascending the stairs. Samuel enters the room, tears recently wiped off his face still showing. "Boys. I need to tell you something-" Samuel told the boys what had happened and Desmond was broken, speechless. He rolls over in his bed, his eyes open wide as can be. Desmond begins to remember all the good times with his mother, tears flow down his face, unable to cope with what has happened. His father continued to talk, but Desmond didn't listen, too focused on life, and everything else. He closes his eyes slowly, drifting off to sleep after muttering. "I love you mommy."

[nj13 18]

Noah sits silently inside their room. His eyes with dark circles beneath them. Tears roll down his cheeks, splattering onto the floor between his two feet. The household is quiet, silent, eerie. No rumbling of feet, no high pitched laughter from the two playful children. He sits inside the lower bunk, his legs dangling off the edge, barely touching the floor. His lower jaw trembles, his hands shaking with adrenalin. His brother, Des; lays on the top bunk; clearly as distraught as himself. "Is mummy re-really gone, D-Des?" he stutters, desperately trying not to burst into a frenzie of tears. Noah shudders, wiping his eyes with his arm. "I th-think so, Noah." he says, barely a whisper. Noah looks down, depressed; confused, and shaking. He lays back on his pillow, burying his face deep into the soft material. It horrified him to think of a life without his mother, without the comfort of her arm around him whenever he needed it. He felt desperate and alone now, knowing that his mother would never come home from her walk, never be able to give him that comfort he so desperately needed now. Opening his eyes, rolling over and staring at the ceiling of the bunk; he whispers to himself. "Goodbye mam'." His eyes dry from tears now "I love you." he takes a breath, shuddering "I alweh's  will."

[Lvke 1000]

John silently reads the note left for him, his eyes growing more and more tear filled with every word, and finally, a single tear crept slowly down his cheek, running through the scars on his face like a river, finally catching in his rough beard. As he finishes reading the the letter, he stuffs it down his tabard and chain, over his heart, as the tears broke free, racing down his face as he roared with un-suppressed anger, rage, sorrow and hate. He slams a huge fist down into the table with all his strength, ignoring the ominous snapping sounds in his fist from the hard punch, paying more attention to the sound of cracking wood. He grips the heavy desk in both hands, and with a tremendous heave, flips it into the air, the huge smash as it lands resounding through the manor, the wood splitting noisily.

 

He kicks the door off it's hinges, storming out, tears of years of suppressed feelings of hate, anger, sadness and jealousy spilling out, foam appearing at his mouth as he went into a bloodlust, tearing through his leather gloves with hard punches on the walls, and on anything he could see, his knuckles splitting, skin being torn as he left a bloody and broken trail behind him.

 

As he kicked the very doors of the manor off their hinges, he screamed up at the sun "WHY MUST YOU HATE ME SO!?" before rushing off into the swamps around the manor to let everything out.

[epix37 62]

L. Aliestor Geminine hums as he strolls up the path to the family manor, his cane tapping happily on the small stones and gravel. He reaches the door, frowning slightly as he fumbles around in his vest pockets for his key. Upon finding it, he unlocks the door, and takes a deep breath, stepping inside. Aliestor looks around the first floor from the doorway, disappointed that no one is there. His gaze falls on a pile of envelopes sitting on the table near the fireplace. "What's this...?" he ponders, advancing towards the table. Aliestor searches through the stack, finding one marked 'Little Aliestor'. "Oh, Creator," he sighs. "I'm not even little anymore..." He tears the envelope, greedily pulling the letter out. He unfolds the paper and begins to read, his heart racing as he reads further. Tears begin streaming down his face and his voice wavers as he repeatedly mutters "Oh no.... Oh god no..." He finishes the letter and wipes his eyes before ripping it into a dozen pieces. He tosses the shreds of paper into the fire before collapsing onto the couch in a fit of anguish. He tosses his cane across the room and lays out on the couch, sobbing himself to sleep.

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.