So this was an idea I got as I watched the mv for Oneus’ Luna. And it is pretty sad, also I know it says in my rules that I don’t write about the reader or any of the idols dying but this is an exception. Also there are no details about the death other than me just writing that the reader is gone and fading.
Requests are open!
Angsty, sad and some fluff I guess.
Part 2 In My Arms
The lone cry of the moon
Without you I feel lonely like never before. Now that you are gone there is an empty space beside me and in my heart. One that I wasn’t aware of prior to having you.
Moving backwards in time
All I can see and think of are the time spent with you. The void you left behind, taking all my happiness with you. I see us walking around my palace, the way your face shone with an innocent smile. The way you always crept closer to me when you were afraid, the way you always held my hand so that I wouldn’t walk too quickly. The way you made me smile like no one ever has.
The beautiful moment when my heart trembled
As I walk around the castle seeing my brothers being happy with their beloved my heart trembles knowing that used to be us but now I am without you. Never before have I wished to live up to the stereotype of a blood thirsty, heartless, emotionless vampire but now I do because maybe if I was that then I wouldn’t feel this pain. This emptiness. But even as my heart trembles and yearns for your love, it also warms at the thought of my brothers being happy as well as the thought of how that used to be us.
Missing the two warm hands that held me tight
If only I had met you in a lifetime where I wasn’t an immortal being and you a human. If only I had met you as a human so we could live and die together. Or maybe a lifetime where we both were vampires so we could have lived together forever. I miss how warm your hands were when I held them in my cold hands, the warmth I felt when you would hug me. Never have I felt so alive as I did during those moments.
The emptiness remains where you left
After you left there was an empty space around the table. An empty space in the bay window overlooking the grand garden. That space where you loved to sit and just watch the flowers blossom and shine under the moonlight. That space where you wanted to spend your last moment. The space where you told me that you loved me. The space that I now protect as if it was alive and won’t let anyone else approach because I am afraid that they will ruin it.
You are like a lonely blossoming flower wishing the black clouds to cover the moonlight
As I now sit in your spot at the bay window overlooking my grand garden I remember the first time I brought you out there. It was a month after I first met you, we had been on a walk and you told me that you had a particular love for flowers but there were only a few flowers growing in your village but you wished to see more. So I asked you to come with me to my mansion that night because I had something to show you. As I opened the door to the grand garden and I heard your sharp inhale, I knew that I had made you happy. You raced past me with a giddy smile and looked around at all the flowers. “Ravn, what kind of flowers are these? I’ve never seen any illustrations of them in any of my books” “These are Daylilies. Contrary to their name, they only bloom at night” “So, kind of like you!” “What do you mean now?” “Well, you’re a vampire. A creature of the night, you rise with the moon” The way your eyes sparkled under the moonlight made my dead heart feel like it was beating, you looked ethereal under the moon surrounded by the daylilies. “Maybe so. But their beauty is nothing compared to yours” I remember plucking one of the flowers and giving it to you. Now I wish that the clouds would cover the moon and I wish I could let the flowers die for all they remind me of are you.
Like the flower that blossomed to show it’s love for the moonlight
Every visitor I have ever had who has witnessed the garden has always congratulated me for its beauty and I have always thanked them but I have never thought highly of the garden. After all, when you live an eternal life and can travel anywhere than a flower or two aren’t impressive. But after I brought you there the garden became one of my most prideful possessions and I took extra care of it to keep it pristine. Even as you grew older you would always remain that beautiful young soul who outshone my grand garden. You made me shine. I was like a Daylily rising to show its love to the moonlight.
You are so beautiful under the moon
Humans grow old and people claim they lose their beauty along the way but in my eyes you would always be lovely. No one could ever compare to you. I remember telling you as I held your aging body in my cold arms that you looked like an angel under the moon. You would deny it and say that I was only being nice, that no one could see beauty in an old person like you. But I did. I still can, a century later and I can still see you. You looked heavenly, always.
The story that ended with me letting you go
I knew from the moment we met that I would outlive you but I still wished to have you forever. I never wanted to let you go. But as I held you as you were fading away, I knew that I had to let you leave. That I had to let you go. You handed me the dried Daylily that I gave you the day I first showed you the grand garden, telling me to take care of it. The flower remained sheltered in my office but after a century the flower has given up, but stubbornly I keep it as if it is the very materialized form of you. I know now that I have to let you go. I have to live on.
If I could go back in time just this once I will have the courage to tell you
I wish I could go back in time and find the courage to tell you. Tell you that I loved you. That I still love you.
Wandering around to find you
My eyes are constantly searching for you wherever I look. I search for you in the garden, around the table, around the village, in the halls of the mansion, but especially in the light of the moon. I search for you in the beams as if they will uncover you and let my saddened eyes fall on your captivating form once again.
Blow, wind please tell my lover the words that I failed to deliver
A century has passed by and I now realize that it is time that I move on. That I accept the fact that you are gone. So I ask for the wind to blow and deliver the message of my love to you as I failed to do so on my own. Take the dust of your flower and spread it around the kingdom so that more people can enjoy the beauty of this flower. I know that I can find you in the moonlight because that is where the memories of us remain. So I no longer resent the moon for shining. Now the moonlight comforts me and makes me feel warm just like you used to do. I find peace under the moon as I reminisce on our times together when I sit in your bay window overlooking the grand garden beneath me. My dear beautiful daylily, I hope the moon is treating you kindly.
