Secluded Forest Graveyard

[Subtle Antiquity]

This graveyard is located a few miles from the main city of Solaria, in deep, deep woods. Several tombstones lie across this patch of land, and many flowers grow all around this area as well.  

[Full Of Envy]

Cant you hear the trees? They weep

It was a quite night, the moon shown brightly in the sky as a figure made his way into the grave yard, the figure's head was down, long hair spilling over his shoulders as he walked, he wove around a few graves, as if almost knowing ware they were bye memmorie.

"..What a nice night." He said out loud,his hands hidden in the selves of his robes. his boots lightly clacking against the tiled floor." Its warm, not to wt...not to dry..just the way you like it if i recalled...not a cloud in the sky...ware you can see each and every star." He said, stopping in front of a grave, its head stoned polished to revel a white marble, the words " Here lies Jamie Jensen" Carved into the beautiful white stone.

"Don't you just love how the stars look Adoven? there lovely aren't they~"

"Psshhh, i don't see what they big deal is, there just hot balls of gas burning millions of miles away- Ow! why did you punch me!"

"Stop seeing with your mind dummy, and look with your heart, they could be worlds! different civilizations! amazing views!"

"Hah! if you say so!"

"That's note very nice Adoven.."

"I'm not very nice.."

"Ha! Lier!"


"i was always a terrible lire when it came to you.." The figure said, sitting down next to the tomb stone, looking up at the sky. "..You were probably right you know..many many different villigas..cities, living out there on those bright glowing stars..perhaps ill write about it one day? what do you think.." He said out loud, not expecting a reply back."Yea, i doubts id get to it.." he snickered, tucking a stray hair behind his ear."..Same talk we had on the last birthday you could actually answer me back at.."

The loose of something so beautiful, it wounds them

 

[Subtle Antiquity]

Full Of Envy

✝
My dearly beloved,
❝ If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, or being hated don't give way to hating, and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run, yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, with much more for many than there would be for one. ❞

Ｍｙ ｓｉｎ ａｇａｉｎｓｔ Ｇｏｄ. . .

♂ ♀

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❤

Dainty gloved hands slightly covered by beautiful and elegant cream sleeves rested gently on Adoven's shoulder. Her movements were as silent as the night, as flawless as the stars. There was a glow about this woman on this night, a glow the moon could only intensify. She eminated kindness, a warm, gentle aura that cleansed the mind and very soul. She was visibly glowing, such light only reflected off of her fragile yet delicate wings, spread wide behind her.
An Angel.
No other words to describe this woman's presence but that of an Angel. A holy, spiritual being. She was a Seraph. Benevolent in all ways. A gentle, kind and tender soul.

That was Perennial Rose.

Her eyes met the gravestone as her warm hand still rested on Adoven's shoulder. Her gaze met the engraved stone and it remained poised, and composed. "You are loved more than you will ever know. By someone who died to know you." She said in an extremely calm and bashful voice. But it was strong, nonetheless. Certain. She could feel his love. She knew his love. His everlasting love for this woman...She could see that it was there....But she could see his frustration. His frustration for the fact that he could not know what love was, the feeling he felt, but not feel it at all. She continued looking at the gravestone, before her gaze broke, and she turned her head to look at Adoven, her wings gently flapping in the stillness of this night. "Perhaps they are not stars in the sky, but rather openings where our loved ones shine down to let us know that they are happy." Perennial's words then showed that she indeed hear the words he had uttered before. She closed her eyes and hummed ever-so-softly, ever so lowly, before she reached behind her and got out a single, beautiful white, creamy rose. She stepped before him slightly and set the rose down, closing her eyes to recite a gentle prayer before returning to Adoven's side.
"Death of a loved one leaves a heartache that no one can heal, love leaves a memory that no one can steal." She looked to Adoven, giving a motherly smile before she pat his head. . You have that memory...And you have that heartache, dearest Adoven. But that's alright. Memories never die."


(( so much vanilla. xD ))

 

[Full Of Envy]

Quote:

Buttercream Belle

Cant you hear the trees? They weep

Adoven tensed at the sudden presents."..An angle...i didn't expect to see one of these around me.." he said softly, taking in her soft glow, she was very beautiful, he would give her that, soft features, and loving eyes, everything an angle was sought out to be.

"Tell me,why is one so holly and pour, gracing a pour sinner while he visits a loved ones grave". as he spoke his tone was soft,quiet almost, his body still tens though his eyes showed nothing.

The loose of something so beautiful, it wounds them

((Sorry that took so long D: ))  

[Subtle Antiquity]

Full Of Envy

✝
My dearly beloved,
❝ If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, or being hated don't give way to hating, and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run, yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, with much more for many than there would be for one. ❞

Ｍｙ ｓｉｎ ａｇａｉｎｓｔ Ｇｏｄ. . .

♂ ♀

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"I owe you a favor for my back, of course. And I'd like to watch over you. I don't want you to be in any more trouble than needed. You seem like a very kind person, Adoven." She said with a kind smile, before patting his shoulder and looking down at the grave. "You're perfect as you are." Perennial mumbled, closing her eyes and sighing. "I was wondering her cause of death, if you wouldn't mind telling me." Perennial looked over at Adoven, her gaze soft, but not piercing or commanding in any way.


(( Don't worry~ ))

 

[Full Of Envy]

Quote:

Buttercream Belle

Cant you hear the trees? They weep

"Her father took her life....lost his sanity in a power struggle between thme and the neighboring village...slight her through..She died in my arms you know...so..i took the mans life, drove swored threw his chest, pind him to his throne.." He said, his eyes never leaving the sky.

"She used to love the stars you know." as he spoke, his tone held a gentleness to it, as if one was talking of a found memory, not the death of some one the held dear. cures of being a heartless man he presumed.

"Your eyes look like the stars, did you know that?"

He voice floated in and out of his head, such a welcoming,yet haunting thing.

The loose of something so beautiful, it wounds them

 

[Subtle Antiquity]

Full Of Envy

✝
My dearly beloved,
❝ If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, or being hated don't give way to hating, and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run, yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, with much more for many than there would be for one. ❞

Ｍｙ ｓｉｎ ａｇａｉｎｓｔ Ｇｏｄ. . .

♂ ♀

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❤

Perennial hummed softly at his words, staring at the woman's grave dearly. She softly wrapped her arms around Adoven from the back, a warming, loving action. Almost one you would expect an older sibling to give a younger one when saddened. Perennial gently rested her head on his shoulder, both the palms of her hands resting on his chest, where his heart would exactly be.
"We beg You, Lord, in Your kindness to have pity on the soul of Your servant. Grant her now freed of this life's dangers, a place of lasting safety. We ask this through Christ, our Lord. Lord Jesus, our Redeemer, You willingly gave Yourself up to death so that all people might be saved and pass from death into a new life. Listen to our prayers; look with love on Your people who mourn and pray for their dead sister. Lord Jesus, You alone are holy and compassionate; forgive our sister her sins. By dying You opened the gates of life for those who believe in You; do not let Your sister be parted from You, but by Your glorious power give her light, joy, and peace in heaven where You live for ever and ever. Amen."

Perennial's voice was soft, extremely timid as she said this. With her palm on his heart, she could feel the emptiness. She could feel all the pain...all the loneliness, regret. The sense of yearning to feel that love, but to have nothing there. The sole feeling of the sadness, the pain, it overwhelmed her, causing a tears to stream down both of her cheeks simultaneously. Perennial buried her head into his back, her hands still gently resting against his chest. "Dearest, I'm so sorry," She cracked out, sniffling. Perennial could feel all of the emotions that he wanted to be there...She could feel all of the emotions that he was supposed to have in that broken heart of his, even if they weren't there. She didn't know why she was apologizing....But she simply had to. It was the only thing she could think of to make this moment slightly better.

Perennial sucked in a breathe and looked at the ground, the top of her head against the top of Adoven's back, her hands retreating to rest on his shoulders. "If given the chance, would you want her to come back? Even without a heart?" She whispered, closing her eyes just as the final tears fell.

(( OHMYGOD SO MUCH ANGST. X.X ))