i miss you
First Year
Talon was worse for wear. Things were going much worse for Talon then he had thought. He had waited for three weeks for Darius to come home. And he had his own missions to run, that kept him away. But that didn’t mean that Darius was unable to keep his correspondence. And when the group of military professionals came to his door, and told him, Talon had shut the door in their faces after everything was dealt with, his medals given over to him, as had been written in Darius’ will.
And every day after that was a very teary and emotional assassin. Any one who came by the flat would get threatened, or attacked. And on the first year anniversary of Darius’ death, the assassin left his house to travel where they had buried the love of his life, and he pulled the helmet off, that nonshining helmet, with the dirty clothes, and the unshaven face. Nearly six months of not shaving gave the assassin a very grisly appearance. When he got to the graveyard, he had the flowers in his hand. Kneeling at the grave site that took him nearly three minutes to find, the assassin put the flowers down, and pulled the weeds out to clean up the grave site. “You are an asshole for leaving me. You are the strongest…were the strongest man I ever knew. There is nothing more for me in life. How eloquent would it be for me to just commit suicide here.”
It was then that the rage that had been simmering under the pain and saddness roared to life, and assassin left before he damaged the only standing monument of Darius that was left to the world.
Fifth Year
Rage. 4 years of it. Every year he visited that same place and put the flowers down, but did not linger. Did not threaten to commit suicide. He wanted to join his love, but he would not take the cowards way out. How would Darius look at him if he did that? But being the best of the best meant that it was very hard for him to be killed so that he could join the one person he wanted to be it. “Damn you, you bastard. Why did you have to teach me more about killing and not being killed. I just want to be with you.” Talon raged, kicking the vase of flowers over. White orchids this year. Last year was red roses. He would buy what was there on his way. The rage broke momentarily and he knelt down to right the vase, and pull the flowers back up. “I just want to be with you again…” He said sadly leaning his head against the headstone.
Tenth Year
He had to make it there. That poetic eloquence. He needed it. It had to be perfect. He needed that, for him. And Darius. The assassin stumbled as he hit the gate for the graveyard. He headed for the gravestone, his adversary right behind him. There was a single rose, in white, in his hand. He tripped and sprawled out on the grass that grew on Darius’s grave. A harsh cough spread blood and spit over the grass. “Any last words?” The assassin that had tracked the Crimson Elite Talon to the grave. “No, not for you.” Talon rasped out, placing the white rose, stained in spots with his own blood, on the base of the gravestone, coughing hard again, before feeling the knife slide across his throat and the rest of his blood life slip out onto the grass.
A spectre was all that remained of the proud assassin. And as it floated up out of the dead body, he saw the sprawled Crimson Elite assassin, and realized it was himself, the hand holding the rose loose and touching the base. As the spectre looked around himself, he saw a large armored man leaning against the headstone. “You finally managed it.”
"Had to train him myself." Talon said with a smile as he floated over next to the other man, and embraced him.
"Well done. Let’s rest, we finally earned it." Darius said softly, holding the assassin close.
"I love you."
