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It's cold. I can see my breath, even if I wasn't smoking more than usual. The graveyard around me is quiet, dark. I still don't know why I never showed up at the actual funeral service. I should have. I may have killed him, he might have been my most hated enemy, but...
I don't know. I didn't show up, and that was that. But I'm here now, in the dead of night. I'm in a decent suit, all black, as was the custom. My hair... my grey hair, still bearing a few streaks of the raven colour I'd been familiar with for centuries... It worried me, and I knew I had business to finish while I could.
I light up another cigarette with the butt of the last one. Christ, if I smoked any more I'd be going two at once. Why am I nervous? Hell if I know. I sighed deeply, and stared at the cold gravestone, the pile of earth before it, covering up what had been my life's goal for three hundred and fifty years. Now wasn't the time for 'What now?'s though.
"Three hundred fifty years..." I mutter, the chill of the air increasing a bit, "Why did we fight for so long? What about us was so opposed that we had to spend almost all of our lifetimes trying in earnest to ruin each other?" The wind picks up for a moment, and a couple of snowflakes fall. Great. I'm not dressed for this. "I'll have to make this brief, I suppose." I fiddle with the objects in my hands for a moment. "You died an honourable and noble death. I respect you, and I love you... brother."
I take a knee, and lay the gifts at his headstone: His sword, an elegant longsword. Across the blade, a long-stemmed rose, gilded. His two signatures. Elegant power, and powerful elegance. "Rest well, you earned it."
The snow falls more, and my bed calls me. I wonder only for a moment how much more I will age over my sleep as I stiffly rise. Will I see my child, before my time? I don't know, but my wife needs me, while she has me. Sorry brother, you had me for three centuries. Venus gets me for a year or so.
 Laertes Ursus · Thu May 13, 2010 @ 07:33am · 0 Comments |
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