06-02-2024, 09:57 PM
yes i know that love is like ghosts,
few have seen it but everybody talks —
few have seen it but everybody talks —
“I hope when I die that it is quiet,” she tells him, and is almost surprised by her own somewhat morbid statement. She is finding that she does not wish for death, even though she does not particularly enjoy being alive. But if it is quiet, if it is finally where she finds some semblance of peace…then perhaps it won’t be so bad.
“Maybe I will go wherever it is that you went, instead of haunting the living.” She hadn’t realized until now that there were so many options when you died. She knew of the Afterlife, and the spirits that she sees (she is not sure if they come and go from the Afterlife, or if they are so distraught because they are not allowed in it), but she had not known until speaking to him that you could just…cease to exist.
Be nothing.
Become air, dirt, or stardust.
She listens with interest when he tells her of the magic he once had, and for the first time the sadness seems to fade from her eyes when she smiles. It seemed as though she did not often hear of magic being used for good; she mostly heard stories of it being used in power struggles or to draw blood, not to save lives or create children. “It sounds to me like you were good at it. Or that you used it for good, at least. I don’t think all magicians can say the same.” She doesn’t know if she could say the same for herself, either. After all, she only mourned the loss of hers because of how it had helped her.
“Do you miss being magic?” She asks him, trying to use him in a quest to decipher her own feelings about losing hers. She hadn’t even had magic long enough to warrant missing it, and she knows that. Missing it made her feel vain and superficial, but maybe hearing from someone that had every right to miss his will help her gain some perspective and move on.
“Maybe I will go wherever it is that you went, instead of haunting the living.” She hadn’t realized until now that there were so many options when you died. She knew of the Afterlife, and the spirits that she sees (she is not sure if they come and go from the Afterlife, or if they are so distraught because they are not allowed in it), but she had not known until speaking to him that you could just…cease to exist.
Be nothing.
Become air, dirt, or stardust.
She listens with interest when he tells her of the magic he once had, and for the first time the sadness seems to fade from her eyes when she smiles. It seemed as though she did not often hear of magic being used for good; she mostly heard stories of it being used in power struggles or to draw blood, not to save lives or create children. “It sounds to me like you were good at it. Or that you used it for good, at least. I don’t think all magicians can say the same.” She doesn’t know if she could say the same for herself, either. After all, she only mourned the loss of hers because of how it had helped her.
“Do you miss being magic?” She asks him, trying to use him in a quest to decipher her own feelings about losing hers. She hadn’t even had magic long enough to warrant missing it, and she knows that. Missing it made her feel vain and superficial, but maybe hearing from someone that had every right to miss his will help her gain some perspective and move on.
Narya
— spirits follow everywhere i go,
they sing all day and they haunt me in the night
they sing all day and they haunt me in the night
@cancer