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estdeus_innobisWednesday, September 24th
Late enough that it is way too early
The backyard of The Dormouse
Lilith chided me to no end; calling me a sentimental fool and overly attached to the talking monkey.
And she was not wrong, not in the slightest. I was... I could not call Lucien Constantine a friend, but I had a great deal of respect for the man. Perhaps, many eons ago, before... we might have even liked one another.
In the form of smoke on the air, I slipped into the Tavern. For the obvious reasons, I could not attend in human form, but I felt the need to be there. To hear the stories, the taste the tears, to smile at the laughs and ridiculous stories. There were many of those. And there were many stories of how he helped, how we saved, how he cared. In the end... Lucien was a good man, respected and loved. It sat well with me, and it was odd that I felt it needed to.
Perhaps I am still too much of what I once was, and could never truly be again.
Dawn is coming, and My Lady waits on me for us to depart this accursed town, but I have one thing left to do. For him. I settle into my human form, and wait under her tree.
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Late enough that it is way too early
The backyard of The Dormouse
Lilith chided me to no end; calling me a sentimental fool and overly attached to the talking monkey.
And she was not wrong, not in the slightest. I was... I could not call Lucien Constantine a friend, but I had a great deal of respect for the man. Perhaps, many eons ago, before... we might have even liked one another.
In the form of smoke on the air, I slipped into the Tavern. For the obvious reasons, I could not attend in human form, but I felt the need to be there. To hear the stories, the taste the tears, to smile at the laughs and ridiculous stories. There were many of those. And there were many stories of how he helped, how we saved, how he cared. In the end... Lucien was a good man, respected and loved. It sat well with me, and it was odd that I felt it needed to.
Perhaps I am still too much of what I once was, and could never truly be again.
Dawn is coming, and My Lady waits on me for us to depart this accursed town, but I have one thing left to do. For him. I settle into my human form, and wait under her tree.
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Date: 2013-07-07 02:27 am (UTC)Thank you, oh thank you. It hurts so badly, but it's alright. He knew, and he died knowing that and it will never be okay, but it will get better. In time. Knowing what I know now... I can move forward.
The demon kisses me, and I don't have it in me to be scared or disgusted. Merely appreciative of what he is leaving me with tonight. I will hate him again in time, and in time he may come back to torment me. Tonight, we have a shared bond, and I am okay with that.
He turns to leave again, and this time I don't stop him. I let him go, and laugh a little when he offers luck with Rose. "Thank you." I whisper and nod and watch as he goes, singing.
I am not sure, entirely, of what just happened. I think I am better for it. Or, at least... more at peace with the passing of my best friend and first love.
And only in Excolo could a demon be the one to bring it.