Dear (someone dead who is important to you),
âOh, do not look at me so. A smile better suits a hero..â
The hand upon the quill, brushing across the page stills. Another letter begun, the writing slow, mismatched eyes in tears. He had been told such things were good for the soul, though for the miqoâte bard, it seemed like some sort of hell.
If I should die and leave you here a while,be not like others sore undone,
He tried again, his eyes closing as he recalled every kindness, every smile, soft encouragement in times where he floundered... where he yet felt lost, and could not go on.
who keep long vigil by the silent dust.For my sake turn again to life and smile,
All the times the man, braver than many he had met, had stood by his side, had taken care of his fellow scions, given them all a reason to go on.. That smile was etched into his memory, and he swore he could still taste the hot chocolate that was so often offered, warm on his tongue.
nerving thy heart and trembling handto do something to comfort other hearts than mine.
After the fall, during the fights that lay after, he had felt such -RAGE- like nothing he had ever felt before. So many had fallen in the name of his continued service to this star, so many had broke, been betrayed, or done the betraying... So much.. had piled up in such a short time, that that -one- act, that one death had been his breaking point.
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mineand I perchance may therein comfort you.
It didnât help that the normally wild tom had been head over heels for the elezen. That he had been eager, even joyous, to go back each time, to tell him of his travels in the late hours, warming himself by the fire as they listened to the winds of Coerthas beat upon thick stone walls.
So true your service, so valiant your stand, so deep, the feeling of your loss. I never got the chance to tell you how much I appreciated your encouragement, your kindness, your gentle affections in a world void of all but constant fighting... I felt I did not need to protect you.. that I was safe with you.. and I was right.. you never did let harm befall me.. even in the end. I will fight for your sake, I will continue to bring peace, and joy to a world that seems devoid of it in your absence... I loved you then... and maybe.. one day, twelve willing, I will get to see your face once more... and tell you in person, just how much you meant to me.
The quill once more stopped, as the sun-catâs head dropped into his hands, the pen clattering to the desk as once more, he was wracked with choking sobs. For once... dropping the smile he had forced since that day, and letting himself weep, in solitude. Sometime after this... this closure... he would press on.. He would turn once more to the fight.. to life.. but for now.. in this moment. He would weep.
Poem above (broken apart):Â Turn Again to Life By Mary Lee Hall
@sercoldfire Thank you for the ask dearie.
