#R.I.P. Moment of Silence

[simminginstars]

Malie // Jia

sav's childhood besties

[like-a-good-nbhd]

what your favorite song from Wiped Out! says about you

a moment of silence: you're bunt out and desperately need a nap (not really a song but i'll count it)

prey: you've got great taste (you also lie to your therapist and probably need meds)

cry baby: you pretend like you're fine but you're actually depressed and are just really good at hiding it

wiped out!: your favorite album is 'hard to imagine the neighbourhood ever changing'

the beach: the suicide hotline number is 988 bby. pls go get therapy <3

daddy issues: you either know nothing about the nbhd besides this song and sweater weather or you actually have issues with your parents

baby came home 2/valentines: you're still crying over the fact that jesse and devon broke up

greetings from califournia: your favorite nbhd song is probably from 'the love collection'

ferrari: you're pretty chill and physically cannot listen to music unless the bass is turned up high

single: you've probably argued with someone online about what the true meaning of the song is (and argued that jesse isn't a pedophile)

r.i.p. 2 my youth: you probably simp for one of the band members and have a board full of their pictures on pinterest

[orangecarton]

Nordic Bunny x Reader WP (W.I.P.)

(Sorry in advance ;-;)

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TW: Swearing

Honestly this isn't your best moment. You kinda got scammed out of 20 bucks for what you thought was a cheap cosplay of an alien soldier and when you put on said costume you got screamed at to "get back to the ship" and got kidnapped by some purple fish looking creatures. Next thing you know you're in outer space in, what you can only assume is, some sorta Ren Faire for space dorks. It looked pretty cool, but people kept trying to put you to work and getting you to larp with them, talking about some "Ruler of the Galaxy" and "Nightmare to Humanity". It was all really charming but right about now is when you were starting to get the munchies, so naturally you went on the prowl for some poor vending machine and/or food cabinet.

Without any helpful signs around to guide you through this maze of Star Wars ride at Disneyworld and Metallica's love child, you got lost. After walking for a while you start to hear shouting. A sign of life, and perhaps snacks (or at the very least water. Because GOD DAMN was it getting hot). Walking closer the shouts got louder and you could make out some words.

"ANOTHER FAILURE! WHO THE HELL THOUGHT CRABS WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA?!"

"Um, you did... sir."

"SHUT UP, DUM DUM! Are you calling me STUPID?!"

You reached the door and it automatically slid open, just in time for you to see one of your fellow cosplayers get zapped and turned into feathers by an extremely tall guitar monster. In this life or death situation you know it is important for you do react with dignity and poise, as to survive and stay alive. So you respond in kind,

"HOLY SH*T, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! OH MY GOD?!"

Your panicked state causing you to just freeze in place, stuttering and mumbling utter nonsense.

"Excuse me? YOU DARE INSULT AND MOCK ME?? YOUR FEARSOME RULER??!?"

The guitar man struts closer, is it wearing platforms??? He (???) Raises his hand, the one that shot the guy before you (rest in piece). You stumble back and scream,

"AHHHH DONT SHOOT ME PLEASE!! I HAVE BANANAS IN THE FREEZER I STILL NEED TO BAKE INTO BANANA BREAD. They've been in there for months, BUT I PROMISE I'M GOING TO GET TO IT I SWEAR!!"

He falters, and in this moment you take in his appearance. He had a dark robotic and skeletal build, donning some sick ass platform boots, a leather cap, a red tie, and huge shoulder pads. His face was that of an electric guitar, rocking red eyes and scarlet lipstick, and... wait is he just in his underwear?

"What the- You're a human?!"

He lowers his hand and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Yeah... I'm a human. What about it?"

"How did you get up here?! Into my IMMENSELY IMPENETRABLE EVIL HEADQUARTERS?!"

"... I walked."

"...Oh."

You both kinda sat in awkward silence for a bit. The issue from before had presented itself once again when your stomach let out a noise that even Godzilla would be jealous of.

"You uh... got any snacks man?" You asked, the fear from before subsiding and your fallen brother in arms forgotten (R.I.P Nathan). Guitar man™ looks at you quizically, then turns around and whispers to himself (you could still hear though because he isn't a very quiet person).

"If I befriend this human... I'll be able to infiltrate the Earth AND TAKE IT OVER THUS BECOMING THE GRAND IMPERIAL EMPORER AND MOST EXTREME BEARER OF AWESOMENESS WHO HAS LOTS OF FRIENDS AND NEVER HAS TO HANG OUT ALONE!! MUAHAHAHA!!!"

"Sooooo... is that a no?"

He turns back around and smiles wickedly,

"Come now human! I will grant you snacks and in return you will become my friend, hang out with me, tell me all of humanities weaknesses and how to defeat Shred Force!"

"Yeah ok." You shrug.

He grabs your arm and just about drags you with him as he strides down the hallway. You stumble but manage to keep pace.

"Hey what's your name anyway?"

"You, my fair accomplice, can call me Nordic Bunny. RULER OF THE GALAXY AND NIGHTMARE TO HUMANITY"

"Cool cool."

What the hell have you gotten yourself into (Seinfeld credits play)

(Sorry for the bad grammar, here's a little doodle for compensation)

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[wing67896]

Can we all just take a moment of silence fo Percy Jackson's Teddy panda. R.I.P.

Extra note:

Wth Octavian????

[big-low-t]

R.I.P. - Johnny Gaudreau

[justmenoworries]

A moment of silence for the most tragic instance of a cancelled pilot character

R.I.P. Charlie's stretch limousine.

Gone but not forgotten.

You truly were a bad bitch.

[heavenlytouches]

Brokeback Mt. appreciation post

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(R.I.P. Heath Ledger)

Under the vast expanse of Brokeback Mountain, the air was crisp with the scent of pine and the whisper of the wind. Ennis and Jack stood at the precipice, their souls entwined like the breathtaking vistas around them. The sun dipped low, casting a golden hue across the jagged peaks, illuminating their faces with a warmth that contrasted the coolness of their secret.

Every stolen moment, hidden in the embrace of this mountain, felt like a rebellion against a world that demanded silence. Together, they created their own sanctuary, a place where laughter resonated against the rocks and love flowed like the rivers below. Each shared glance, a promise; each touch, a bold declaration of a bond that refused to fade.

The world beyond Brokeback felt distant and insignificant.  Maybe far away in one or another world- I carefully placed their photos, this way they can always look at each other. </3

And yes, ofc I would LOOOOVE to write something about them! Requests are always open.

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[frankiefellinlove]

R.I.P. Clarence Clemons, "The Big Man" - 13 years ago, today. Forever in our hearts.

"From the churches to the jails

Tonight all is silence in the world

As we take our stand

Down in Jungleland" ...

"The hungry and the hunted

Explode into rock 'n' roll bands

That face off against each other out in the street

Down in Jungleland" ...

"And in the quick of the night

They reach for their moment

And try to make an honest stand

But they wind up wounded

Not even dead

Tonight in Jungleland".

[driedupeyeballs]

I am heartbroken to share that today we mourn a great loss

A moment of silence for my Zuzu nui… he was my friend… my baby….

He went everywhere with me ever since I got him…

I got him one fateful day at a convention, where I won him at a Twst trivia panel… our meeting was truly fated by the gods.

However it was the same gods that took him from me…

And now all that’s left of him is his string…

R.i.p to Azul 💔 he was my friend, he went everywhere with me… he held my hairclips for me… he made me and my friends smile… he brought joy into the hearts of so many with his :< face.

His time and place of death are unknown, all that was found were the remains. I don’t know where he fell off, what happened to cause it, or if I’ll ever be reunited with my baby again. If only I could hug him one last time…

Now Kalim has no friends… however he keeps his :D expression. And I encourage you all to do the same, and stay just as strong as him in this tragic time.

Rest well, Zuzu.

[djostyles]

damn a moment of silence to his lil hair clip, it’s out of a job ✊😔 r.i.p.

[godofwaterbreathing]

R.I.P

Can we please have a moment of silence for Akira Toriyama, an anime legend who created Dragon Ball, who sadly passed away on March 1st due to acute subdural hematoma (where blood collects between the surface of the brain and skull)

[costons]

CHAPTER 1 ABOVE! ^^^^^^^^^

Egghead - The Island of the Future. | Monkey D. Luffy x Reader.

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Chapter 2

~ Cross-Guild Organization ~

Meanwhile in another part of the New World...

EMPTEE BLUFFS ISLAND, NEW WORLD

"Did you see him?"

"I sure did! Can't believe I just saw the real thing! That was the world's strongest swordsman. Yikes! When they announced the seven warlords were no more...the entire idea of the cross guild organization...and all those battleships surrounding us, I thought we were goners. However, I should have had more faith in Buggy's leadership! Just look at him now."

"Wait! Wait! Have mercy! Spare me the misery of my miserable life! I'll do anything! I'll lick the mud from your boots!" The genius Jester calls out, begging. While the two Warlords stared calmly at the Jester, they were wailing ugly away.

"The humiliation..." Sir Crocodile is uninterested and displeased with the Jesters Comments.

"I don't know what to say, except.. I'm sorry! Or maybe. Better luck next time?" Anger rose in him like a tide, he breathed ragged gasps, trying to catch his breath. Catching the glimpse of the two warlords, one pulling at his tangled hair. The sharp hook glimmering away on one side and the other, a long thin blade that is capable of defeating anything that crosses its path.

"You're the first man to rise in the ranks of emperors by saying, "I'm sorry"....and by my blade, it will be the last." Dracule Mihawk retorts, bringing the shining sword closer to the whaling clown. His yellow gleamy eyes narrowed, piercing Buggy's head as if he was translucent. "Only death can right this wrong."

"Please don't kill me..." Buggy - The Clown pleads as his eyes flood with tears, his brows snapping together. A gaze darting towards the two other carriers, Crocodile and Mihawk, hoping to be spared; hoping to flee this situation without harm.

"That is not an option!" The greatest Swordsman shouts temperamentally - gripping the sword. Jaws tighten in frustration and disbelief wanting to finish this meeting.

Hearing the patter of loud, heavy feet pound against the wooden floor directs everyone's attention towards the source of the sound. A Man with the Letter 3 steps out of the shadows, making his presence clear. As he approached the clown, whose hair may have become overgrown, the floorboards creaked. The foolish man with three on his head clapped his hands together. The noise bounced off the walls...before speaking up.

"May I just say boss... that it is so...delightful to be in your service again!" Galdino shouts, loud enough to get the point across. Staring up at MR. Crocodile, awaiting his acknowledgment.

(Galdino is Mr.3, the former baroque work - crocodile henchman)

"Galdino! Are you backstabbing me?! After all this time?!?" In response to the news, under the influence of indignation and resentment, the Emperor looked down at Galdino. Yet it still retains that gallery ambience with an ambiguous sense of the embitterment in the political ways that he and Galdino's been involved in the past.

"I never worked for you, Buggy!" Galdino smirked fiercely. Getting closer to the Infuriated Jester, hoping to push more buttons.

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Meanwhile:

"Poor chairman... R.I.P. What do we do now?"

"We follow crocodiles! Revolutionary messianism, fanaticism, is the only way to disrupt one's embedment in a system whose hegemony is so thoroughly entrenched!"

"It's a cold world out there..." The person hesitated for a moment, and then returned gravely to the metal door and opened it, leaving the premises for a brief moment.

There's a moment of freezing silence while everyone's eyebrows contract like thunder. No sound...just silence. It is a policy that must be pursued in the quiet not to spook the country's growing legion of foreign emperors.

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Somewhere on the Grand Line

Kambakka Queendom, Grand Line.

"Hello? Koala speaking!" Koala says. Her face was worn and wrinkled, but creased into a smile.

"It's me... Sabo."

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CHAPTER 3 BELOW

[shallyne]

Feysand Month Day 26: Sacrifice

The Calm before the Storm

This fic is ANGST from start to end. You give me sacrifice prompt, I give you sacrifice. No fluff here. That's for the other days. TODAY IS ANGST. Like very angsty. Like R.I.P Angst.

Words: 1,636

TW: Sacrifice. Death. Grief. Mourning. Goodbye.

The IC knows someone has to sacrifice themselves, they didn't expect this though.

It was a quiet over Prythian. So quiet. The birds stopped singing, no monsters where howling. They didn't even dare to come out of their caves. If one would step outside, they would think the world was empty. That Prythian was empty. But no one stepped out, no one dared. Everyone felt that something was wrong, that something bad was about to happen. That something bad was happening. Even the land knew, the land could feel it. There wasn't even the rustling of leaves in the wind, it was quiet. The land knew. Knew that a sacrifice was about to be made that day. Up in the north, at the Night Court. But it was unknown who would be sacrificed. Who would make the sacrifice. Even the monsters in the middle, the worst of Prythians creatures, kept quiet. Waiting for what was about to happen.

It wasn't the land that was about to take the sacrifice. It was a god. A death god. Older than Prythian and wicked to his bones. A death god wanting to take what he thinks belongs to him. Hurting people like he was hurt over thousands of years, in another world. He would find a way back but first he had to get rid of all the obstacles. That's how he found himself standing in front of the High Lord of the Night Court and his ilk he called Inner Circle. He could feel it, like he always did. Death was near. He smiled at them. He'd kill them all.

The Inner Circle knew that someone would die today. They needed to distract the death god in front of them but they also knew that the only way to do that was to sacrifice themselves. Nothing else would distract him, even if it was just for a moment. They tried. That was enough, a moment was enough. Every member of the Inner Circle planned it, in secret, to make that sacrifice. They would all do it, utterly oblivious that their family were planning the same, thinking the same. It wasn't the death god that made their hearts stop. It was Feyre, stepping out of the darkness.

Azriel knew it before his shadows curled around his ear and whispered to him. He knew when he saw his High Lady. He knew when he looked into her eyes. Knew what was about to happen, what she had planned. Knew that he was powerless. That he couldn't do anything as her eyes wandered to the death god.

Cassians heart began racing when Feyre stepped out of the darkness. His heart started racing because he knew what she was about to do and he wasn't able to do anything about it. He would be dead before he reached her and he would still kill Feyre, out of spite. His started racing at the look in her eyes as she looked at them. An apology and a goodbye.

As soon as Mor saw her friend she started trembling. As soon as Feyre fully stepped out of the darkness, looking at them with pain in her eyes, Mor knew what was about to happen. She couldn't hold back her tears as she met her eyes. Don't. Mor tried to say, trying to show her. Don't do it, well find another way.

It was the last thing Amren had expected. How Feyre had found them in the middle of nowhere was beyond her but thinking about it, she shouldn't be surprised. Feyre always protected her family, was the first to sacrifice herself for them, like Rhys. She knew it, the moment that she had met Feyre, that Rhys and her were mates. True mates. That they had a bond that ran deeper than any mating bond ever could. Amren wasn't one to let herself feel much but a weird feeling as Feyres blue eyes met hers spread inside her. As the look in Feyres eyes told her goodbye. As Amren felt her own eyes burning.

It was Rhys who broke the silence. It was Rhys who said "No." His voice breaking as he looked at his mate. Feyre looked at him as he felt a loving caress on his mental shields.

Feyre. He said down the bond. Feyre, please.

A wave of sadness hit him when she answered. It won't take long, use the distraction. Tears dwelled in her eyes. Tell everyone that I forgive them for lying to me. About the wings. I forgive you, Rhys. And tell them I love them. Tell them that I love them and that they were my family the minute I stepped into the House of Wind. Make sure to tell Mor that she will be loved, no matter what. And tell Cassian that he was like a brother to me. That he was my brother. And Azriel too, even if we didn't talk much.

Feyre-

Tell Amren that I am happy for her and Varian. That she deserves to have him. She's insecure. She doesn't show it but she is. She deserves him, she deserves happiness.

Feyre, stop.

Tell my sisters that I wish we could have time to make up our differences. To be normal sisters. That I always loved them even if we had hard times. That I will always love them. And remember Rhys, that I love you. More than anything. I would have went under the mountain again and again if jt meant meeting you. If it meant we could have our happy end. Please make sure that Nyx knows that I loved him. That I didn't know I could love a being so much until I finally held him. That if he's lonely, that he just has to look up at the stars. There always be a star shining for him. Just make sure that he knows I loved him so so much and that I am sorry I can't see him growing up. Don't make any plans without talking to our family, Rhys. There will be another way. Talk to them, don't keep sacrificing yourself.

When he was about to tell her to stop. To stop saying goodbye, Koschei turned around. "Feyre Archeron." he said. Rhys had to be able to do something, to get his attention to himself. Away from Feyre. Away from his mate.

Feyre looked at the death god when he said her name. She had to fight her tears. Trying to forget the look on Rhys's face as she said goodbye. Trying to forget the look on her family's faces when she stepped out of the dark. The look of realization. Mor's tears.

She promised the Suriel she would leave the world a better place and Feyre would keep that promise. She knew when she realized that her family wouldn't come back. She didn't back down. Not after hiding her sisters in the library and saying goodbye. Not when she saw her family. Not when she looked at Koschei. Feyre was sure. She would do it. For them. For Nyx. For his future. She had to make this sacrifice. She'd make this sacrifice.

Koschei smiled. A hateful smile. "I take it you're here to watch your family die."

"Don't." Feyre said. Koschei was still too focused on them, even if he looked at Feyre. She knew that Amren had a spell and that it took a few seconds that Koschei couldn't interrupt. Defending the spell with his own magic. A few seconds. The few seconds he would take to kill her. "You don't want to kill them." she said.

"Oh, I think I want that." he said.

"You want to hurt them." Feyre said. "Hurt like you were when the rifts closed and there was no way to get back. Losing everything. Everything you had." Feyre paused. She wouldn't tremble, wouldn't let her voice tremble. For Nyx. For his future. "I am their everything. I am their family. Their High Lady." It took everything in Feyre to say the next words and she hoped they could hear that it was a bluffy that she was sorry for it. "You want to hurt them like you were hurt? Break them like you broke? Kill me. It will break them more than anything to not be able to safe me." I'm sorry. "To see me dying." Forgive me.

"I think you're right." Koschei said. "But you think your little sacrifice will safe them?"

Yes. It would. But she needed to act. Act, act, act. She let the tears fall. "What?"

It worked. His full attention now shifting on her. A crack sounded, followed by the worst pain she ever lived through. The pain she had felt when she died under the mountain. Feyre fell to the floor, screaming.

She could her Amren talking, saying the spell out loud. The last thing she heard was Rhys screaming her name before another crack sounded and endless darkness was overcoming her.

The scream of The High Lord of the Night Court echoed through Prythian. His power could be felt through the whole world. To the mortal lands, the continent, Hybern. Everyone felt the world trembling as the High Lord was mourning his mate. His grief so strong it made the tremble of the opening gates feel like nothing. As Amren opened the gates of hell and they banned Koschei the deathless from their world. It was felt into the pit of the library, where Elain just came out of a prophecy. Seeing her own sister die. The world could feel the Night Court grieving the death of their High Lady. Word traveled fast about Feyre Archerons death and soon it was the whole of Prythian who mourned the death of Feyre Archeron. The Cursebreaker. The human who had saved their lands on multiple occasions. The High Fae and High Lady who had loved her people.

Taglist: @reverie-tales @unofficialfeysandmonth2022 @feysand-month @elentiyawhitethorn

[runawaymun]

👀 for the end of year WIP post :)

send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year (r.i.p)

doing this ten days late SORRY

From Partake:

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Erestor is casting him one of those knowing, sly smiles. 

“You have something to say,” Celebrimbor observes. 

“I simply noticed that you have gone back to jewelcraft,” Erestor answers in a tone that’s halfway between humor and approval. 

“Ah. Yes, well, as we are entering an age of peace, it is time to put aside weaponsmithing.” 

Erestor hums. After a moment longer, he goes on: “It is good to see you so happy again.” 

Celebrimbor nudges Erestor’s shoulder with his own. “And you as well. It has been a long time since I have seen you smile so often.” 

The corners of Erestor’s mouth turn up once more, though he still has not stopped his people-watching. “Elrond has that effect, it seems. What with his penchant for collecting lost things and mending broken ones.” Another pause, and he adds: “Rest assured, when he returns to Mithlond, he will not be going alone.” 

Celebrimbor is not prepared for the sudden rush of relief that hits him. Truly, the thought of Elrond returning to court has loomed in the back of his mind from the second he took him away from it. 

“Thank you, Erestor, truly.” 

“Oh, I’m not doing it for you.” Erestor snorts, though it’s fond. “How very like a Curufinwë to assume such a thing.” 

Celebrimbor shakes his head with a smile. “Dear Erestor, you are just like your father.” 

“So I have been told.”

Comfortable silence hangs between them for a beat. Erestor pours himself another drink. Celebrimbor sets aside his own cup and sits back in his chair.

At last, Erestor softly adds: “I was in jest. Truly, you are not very much like him at all.” 

That makes Celebrimbor warm down to his bones. He lets out a long breath and then says: “I will miss you when you go.” 

“Oh, don’t fret. You won’t be rid of me so easily. I’ll be back.” 

 Celebrimbor’s smile only deepens at that. “Sooner rather than later.” 

“Yes,” Erestor agrees. “I swear it.” 

“No oaths.” 

At that, Erestor actually laughs. 

[sweetblasphemy01]

Happy 7th birthday to Wiped Out!

The Neighbourhood released their 2nd album on this day, October 30th, 2015.

The single Daddy Issues is the most popular of the band.

The song became very popular on Tik Tok in 2020 circa.

"the band announced in August 2015 the release of their new album on October 30, 2015, titled Wiped Out!, containing the single R.I.P. 2 My Youth and after 5 years, in 2020, the track Daddy Issues will go viral on the social network TikTok." (via Wikipedia)

Tracklist

A Moment Of Silence 0:30

Prey 4:43

Cry Baby 3:35

Wiped Out! 6:13

The Beach 4:15

Daddy Issues 4:20

Baby Came Home 2/Valentines 6:31

Greetings from Califournia 4:04

Ferrari 3:04

Single 4:22

R.I.P 2 My Youth 3:25

[songbird-and-her-fos]

So many years have passed

Darling I wish you were here.

He carefully stepped into the small grove, not too far from where his family‘s home, and carefully lowered himself onto the ground in front of the grave at its center.

The ground was warm as if it had basked in the summer sun, despite the harsh winds of winter howling just beyond the grove‘s threshold. She had hated the cold. So after her passing, he had made sure that it was always spring around her final resting place. Flowers of all colors grew brightly around the headstone, and some over it, but none of them covered the inscription.

Here lies Molly

Loving Hero, Wife and Mother

R.I.P

His fingers ran over the stone, and he felt his eyes burn. No; it was unbecoming of a god to cry. No matter how much he wanted to. No matter how the loss tugged at him as if wanting to make him unravel.

The stars lean down to kiss you And I lie awake and miss you Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere 'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly But I'll miss your arms around me I'd send a postcard to you, dear 'Cause I wish you were here

Had he not known? Of course he had. It was always a terrible idea for an immortal to get involved with a mortal. He had tried to keep her at a distance. Oh, how he had tried. But she had been so persistent, no matter how curt he was with her. She had chipped away at his emotional walls bit by bit, not even knowing that that was what she was doing, just by being her beautiful self. Until he broke down, and had to admit to himself that he did not have it in him to stay away from her.

Throughout their whole marriage he had braced himself for the inevitable. And yet, when it came to pass, he knew that nothing in the world could have truly prepared him for it.

She had been so fragile towards the end; time and hard work having taken their toll on her body over the years. He had held her in his arms when she breathed her last.

From a human perspective, she had lived a long and fulfilling life, passing shortly before her 95th birthday, sorrounded by her loved ones; meaning him, their two children, grandchildren and even great-grandchildren.

How could he ever explain to the rest of the family that while yes, her life had been quite long for a human, for him, it felt like he had had barely any time with her?

I'll watch the night turn light blue But it's not the same without you Because it takes two to whisper quietly The silence isn't so bad 'Til I look at my hands and feel sad 'Cause the spaces between my fingers Are right where yours fit perfectly

Love had been every bit as intoxicating as the many songs and stories of humanity had described it to be. But perhaps, he pondered while looking upon the grave, he would have been better off never knowing it. And he wondered if she had ever regretted being his wife.

Being a god‘s bride was anything but easy, he knew as much. He hadn‘t been able to share home and hearth with her, the way a proper husband would have. He had been tied to his shrine on the mountain, only being able to leave it for brief visits. Any other time, she had to come to him, always leaving him with the feeling that, despite all the love he felt for her, their relationship had been frustratingly one-sided. She had never seemed to mind, and if she did, she never said anything.

How he could only stare into the starlit sky at night and replay the few nights he had spent with her in his arms in his mind, over and over again.

But the memory never quite dulled the aching.

I'll find repose in new ways Though I haven't slept in two days 'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone But drenched in vanilla twilight I'll sit on the front porch all night Waist deep in thought because when I think of you, I don't feel so alone

He placed his hand on the gravestone one more time, and for a moment he felt a flicker of a touch, like something reaching out to him.

Something rustled behind him, and he turned to find his children behind him. Though calling them children seemed quite inappropriate now. Amelia, his daughter, was pushing seventy, and Raphael, his son, was only two years younger than her. Though looking at them, one would have put them somewhere in their early to mid fourties. They hadn‘t inherited his immortality, but would be far more long-lived than average humans. Another thing he regretted; along with the longevity they had undoubtedly also inherited the inevitable heartbreak he was experiencing right now.

„I thought I saw you coming here“, Amelia said. „Why didn‘t you come to us first, father? We could have visited mother together.“

He managed a small smile. „I‘m sorry. But I wanted a short moment alone with her.“

„Bet you didn‘t get a whole lot of that after we were born“, Raphael quipped.

He couldn‘t help but chuckle. „Why else do you think your mother came to the mountain to see me every day once you were old enough to be left alone for a few hours?“

I don't feel so alone I don't feel so alone As many times as I blink I'll think of you tonight

I'll think of you tonight

Amelia placed the bouquet of flowers she had been holding at the grave. Once they touched the ground, roots sprouted from the stems and anchored themselves in the soil. Blooming like they had always grown there.

She took a step back and smiled. Then she turned to him again. „Why don‘t you stay for dinner, father? We‘re making baked apples. I may not be able to make them as well as mother did, but… I don‘t know. We can share stories about her.“

„I‘d love to“, he replied. Maybe spending some time with his children and telling old stories would help him.

As they left, he turned around one final time, seeing the shimmer of energy around the grave.

Until next time, my love.

When violet eyes get brighter And heavy wings grow lighter I'll taste the sky and feel alive again And I'll forget the world that I knew But I swear I won't forget you Oh if my voice could reach back through the past I'd whisper in your ear "Oh darling, I wish you were here"