here's a really short story response based off a short story a friend of mine wrote to wrap up an rp we had once upon a time. Epic tear jerker (his story, mine's probably subpar hahaha)
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Based off of an rp we had started in Ascension City. Sterling is Morion's silversmith Gargoyle character, Nathyn played a gypsy with cancer and I played a Djinn of illusions~
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The human form could not be held as he let himself slip back into his home realm; easily vanished into his true embodiment. For a creature such as Aecho, a being of pure energy and spirit, an aged being that knew so how to return to his home plane of existence with the greatest of ease. He was able to meld back into the spirit realm much like a sorrowful sigh. His return to the spirit realm was not one of eager joy and relief, but of frantic unbridled pain.
Being one of spirit, or pure energy... Aecho was never emotionless. Far from it, he could feel and struggle with the overwhelming tax of any emotional burden that came with life and experience and he, so aged and learned of the realm of the living.. he knew the beautiful torment that emotions could bring. He never shunned such things however, playing the never ending game of life and death again and again.
Joy and Sadness.
Pleasure and Pain.
Beauty and Grotesque.
All known concepts to Aecho. He was no human though and he doubted he ever had been, despite the common mystery that was his youth. As he was, like all creatures of spirit... born from the darkness and dust that filled the realm, simply aware one day as like with any Djinn.
Memories of a gypsy filled him however as he spilled himself back into this vast never ending plane of death and rebirth.
His beloved had died, lost to the weakness of the human condition as cancer claimed him far too soon, even for a human. He recalled those final years spent together, the last moments as his life left his body. Laying beside the human as they embraced one another for the last time. It had been the first time since being with Nathyn that he cried. Shedding tears for the one whom he loved so deeply as he left his shell and them behind.
It had only been he and Sterling for a few days alone together after that. Aecho knew already what he wanted to do, he spent those years with Nathyn and Sterling planning how to keep the gypsy from being lost from him. The gargoyle; Sterling was so stricken with Nathyn's death. They mourned his passing in silence for a short time before Aecho left him with their home and a special item to keep watch of before the Djinn left all things behind and returned once more to that familiar realm.
All things once living returned here, all things belonging to this realm also returned one day. Drifting, mingling and forming anew before filtered by an unknown power back into the realm of the humans, born to a whole new life and existence.
Time moved so differently there, days were equivalent to hours, and years to days. Aecho was quite familiar with the shift and manipulation of this time, however finding a single drifting soul was not something easily done by anyone, even Aecho. The Djinn felt he was quite old, but he knew the ache in his very bones by the comparison of the realm itself. His search was long, tedious and brought Aecho to frantic fits more often than he would have ever admitted on a normal day. This was far from normal however, drifting through this endless space of souls, energy and nothingness, absorbing in his surroundings as his search brought him from one endless corner of the universe that was the spirit realm to another. Years lead to a decade before he knew it but unlike humans, he felt no loss of hope in such a situation. No matter the means, he would find and collect his beloved once more. Anywhere from a moment to a lifetime, souls and energy drifted with no seeming purpose as they evolved and shifted back into the living realm. There was no telling how long a soul would remain in such a place, but Aecho remained.
It was within the deep, pocketed with what one might call wormholes did Aecho find purchase to what he sought. It may soon be too late should any soul be devoured into that unquenchable nothingness that such a thing was and the Djinn moved even swifter when he noted the one gleaming form he sought was slowly being drawn towards these black pits.
Reaching until his claws ensnared that ethereal shape in his palm. He knew for certain as soon as he held it closely, cherishing it finally found.
Nathyn's Soul.
If Aecho could cry in such a state, in such a place.. he would have. Holding that precious thing before his cheek rest against it. He had him at last and he would never let him go again.
Friends short story
Music that goes with the story:
http://youtu.be/HO4e4nCYBEo?list=FLxEZKJ...hDXkHcNOXA
Music that goes with the story:
http://youtu.be/HO4e4nCYBEo?list=FLxEZKJ...hDXkHcNOXA
Based off of an rp we had started in Ascension City. Sterling is Morion's silversmith Gargoyle character, Nathyn played a gypsy with cancer and I played a Djinn of illusions~
wrathofshee.blogspot.com/
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The human form could not be held as he let himself slip back into his home realm; easily vanished into his true embodiment. For a creature such as Aecho, a being of pure energy and spirit, an aged being that knew so how to return to his home plane of existence with the greatest of ease. He was able to meld back into the spirit realm much like a sorrowful sigh. His return to the spirit realm was not one of eager joy and relief, but of frantic unbridled pain.
Being one of spirit, or pure energy... Aecho was never emotionless. Far from it, he could feel and struggle with the overwhelming tax of any emotional burden that came with life and experience and he, so aged and learned of the realm of the living.. he knew the beautiful torment that emotions could bring. He never shunned such things however, playing the never ending game of life and death again and again.
Joy and Sadness.
Pleasure and Pain.
Beauty and Grotesque.
All known concepts to Aecho. He was no human though and he doubted he ever had been, despite the common mystery that was his youth. As he was, like all creatures of spirit... born from the darkness and dust that filled the realm, simply aware one day as like with any Djinn.
Memories of a gypsy filled him however as he spilled himself back into this vast never ending plane of death and rebirth.
His beloved had died, lost to the weakness of the human condition as cancer claimed him far too soon, even for a human. He recalled those final years spent together, the last moments as his life left his body. Laying beside the human as they embraced one another for the last time. It had been the first time since being with Nathyn that he cried. Shedding tears for the one whom he loved so deeply as he left his shell and them behind.
It had only been he and Sterling for a few days alone together after that. Aecho knew already what he wanted to do, he spent those years with Nathyn and Sterling planning how to keep the gypsy from being lost from him. The gargoyle; Sterling was so stricken with Nathyn's death. They mourned his passing in silence for a short time before Aecho left him with their home and a special item to keep watch of before the Djinn left all things behind and returned once more to that familiar realm.
All things once living returned here, all things belonging to this realm also returned one day. Drifting, mingling and forming anew before filtered by an unknown power back into the realm of the humans, born to a whole new life and existence.
Time moved so differently there, days were equivalent to hours, and years to days. Aecho was quite familiar with the shift and manipulation of this time, however finding a single drifting soul was not something easily done by anyone, even Aecho. The Djinn felt he was quite old, but he knew the ache in his very bones by the comparison of the realm itself. His search was long, tedious and brought Aecho to frantic fits more often than he would have ever admitted on a normal day. This was far from normal however, drifting through this endless space of souls, energy and nothingness, absorbing in his surroundings as his search brought him from one endless corner of the universe that was the spirit realm to another. Years lead to a decade before he knew it but unlike humans, he felt no loss of hope in such a situation. No matter the means, he would find and collect his beloved once more. Anywhere from a moment to a lifetime, souls and energy drifted with no seeming purpose as they evolved and shifted back into the living realm. There was no telling how long a soul would remain in such a place, but Aecho remained.
It was within the deep, pocketed with what one might call wormholes did Aecho find purchase to what he sought. It may soon be too late should any soul be devoured into that unquenchable nothingness that such a thing was and the Djinn moved even swifter when he noted the one gleaming form he sought was slowly being drawn towards these black pits.
Reaching until his claws ensnared that ethereal shape in his palm. He knew for certain as soon as he held it closely, cherishing it finally found.
Nathyn's Soul.
If Aecho could cry in such a state, in such a place.. he would have. Holding that precious thing before his cheek rest against it. He had him at last and he would never let him go again.
"The wolf does not lose sleep over the opinions of sheep"
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