In memory of June of the Evanuris (died in the 5th Blight.)
@thehearthkeeper.bsky.social Reminding me of you
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A mischievous smile played across her lips. "Those of us who are spirits, yes."
Now returned to her elven form, she returned Cole's embrace and carded her hands through his hair affectionately.
"I am very pleased to have made it as well. It was a beautiful ceremony and I am so very pleased to see you have found happiness in one another."
tallest individual there. Ascending into the air, she let out a burst of fire, then another, as if creating an array of dragon breath fireworks.
Mama was pleased~
At the pronouncement and the exchanging of kisses, Sylaise rose from her seat. In a rush of magic, she lifted into the air and shifted into a dragon, similar to the form in which Mythal had arrived.
With a loud, pleased keening, she passed over the assembled, wings an arm's reach above the--
Looking up from her seat, she caught a glimpse of Cole's face and smiled softly.
He was finding happiness and that was all she had ever wanted from him.
the fade, allowing for a more magical atmosphere, her presence would likely have gone unnoticed, much the way her son used to.
Arriving silently in a gown that matched the forest surrounding them, Sylaise made her way to the front row. This was her son and soon-to-be daughter and she would sit in no other place to support them.
She said nothing and greeted nobody. If not for the way her presence pressed against--
*pets his head, arriving from out of nowhere*
Hello again, my son.
You don't have to be, you know. You're welcome to pretend like we don't exist.
"I was here last night. Where were you?" She askes sweetly.
Your summation of my skills is endearing as always, sister.
But you are correct.
We can help. We /want/ to help. We are /capable/ of helping. Trust us. Let us in.
It's already happening. Look at the pain he's spreading.
*she sighs*
That seems a fair conclusion. He...
*She pauses*
Wants to heal everything. Make everyone happy. He... wants to bring my husband back. This is... not good. It is like when I was corrupted...
He's not entirely a Spirit anymore though, is he? He took on a physical form, much like myself and my siblings and parents.
Mayhaps not a full possession, but an /oppression/? In which a demon has latched itself to him, fueling him to do its bidding.
I suspect some manifestation of desire or despair may have grip on my son. He.. is still in there. But this thing is... resistant.
*pops up out of nowhere because Goddess*
Cole, no--
*she reached out to grab for him only to turn up air. Gritting her teeth, she clenched her fists and let out a low hiss as she departed for her home.*
You will not have him.
Release him, Demon or I shall pull you from him myself with all the powers that avail me in this world.
My son is /not/ food for leeches and I will not submit to your games. Do not forget who I am and where I came from!
Begone, Desire.
*She commanded firmly, waving her hand.*
Do not think me so controlled by my regrets that I would feed into my desires.
We /are/ a family and you /are/ by my side, Cole. We can sing by the fire, you, Bellara, and I. But I will not base it on a lie. An illusion.
June is gone. He can't come back. But I have our son. And through him, my love lives on.
No.
*Her tone was firm. The thought cut like a knife. Of course she wanted him again. To feel his hands on her face, to hear his voice sing her praises. But she knew it wouldn't be him. It wasn't possible anymore.*
It would be a lie. And more than that, I would not have my son anymore.--
Like I did? When I was corrupted?
*Her head tilts to the side*
Beside, what I want you cannot wish into being. Not as you are right now.
Son. This is not how happiness is achieved...
*She frowns a little, worried.*
Perhaps. I may blow the mortal's minds with my creations, though.
Darkness should leave the places it is unwanted.
This is true.
