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OOC note: this RP is going to cover themes of loss. Reader discretion is recommended.
It was late spring. the days were getting warmer and the sun was shining in selene Le Fey's mind it was raining. that kind of heavy rain that hung in the air and got into every corner crease and crevice, making the entire world grey. It had hardly been a month since her grandmother had passed away she had known it was coming her health had been declining for years, it was one of the reasons, the official reason why she had moved back to New Zealand but it didnt stop it from hurting. today she had dressed in black with one of Morgans scarfs around her shoulder the smell of violets in the fabric making her feel closer. from a distance she could almost be mistaken for a younger version of morgan with her dark hair growing out and dark clothing. the main difference were her eyes one of which was grey unlike her grandmas green. but today, both were rimmed in red from the near-constant stream of tears.
She walked through the park to a new bench situated in a quiet area in the shade of an apple tree with views over both the pond and the flower beds. As she read the words on the plaque on it for the first time she knew her grandma would have loved sitting here watching the world and seasons pass, the flowers grow from shoots to buds to their current array of blooms before shrivelling and going to seed. she was sure their was some metaphore in that though she was not in the mood to uproot it. she sat for a minute or maybe half an hour as the world passed unnoticed as she tried to draw up memories of her grandma, though through some sick irony, the place in the park dedicated to her was one of the few without memories ingrained.
after a while she took two cups from her bag followed by a flask. She poured two cups leaving on on the seat she took a sip of her own the taste of lavender, chamomile and peppermint doing little to sooth her as she sat tears rolling silently down her face.
This bench is donated in loving memory of
Morgan Elaine Le Fey
31st October 1970 to 26th October 2064
A mother, guide and mentor to all.
May your love grow like the plants in your garden.
Morgan Elaine Le Fey
31st October 1970 to 26th October 2064
A mother, guide and mentor to all.
May your love grow like the plants in your garden.
It was late spring. the days were getting warmer and the sun was shining in selene Le Fey's mind it was raining. that kind of heavy rain that hung in the air and got into every corner crease and crevice, making the entire world grey. It had hardly been a month since her grandmother had passed away she had known it was coming her health had been declining for years, it was one of the reasons, the official reason why she had moved back to New Zealand but it didnt stop it from hurting. today she had dressed in black with one of Morgans scarfs around her shoulder the smell of violets in the fabric making her feel closer. from a distance she could almost be mistaken for a younger version of morgan with her dark hair growing out and dark clothing. the main difference were her eyes one of which was grey unlike her grandmas green. but today, both were rimmed in red from the near-constant stream of tears.
She walked through the park to a new bench situated in a quiet area in the shade of an apple tree with views over both the pond and the flower beds. As she read the words on the plaque on it for the first time she knew her grandma would have loved sitting here watching the world and seasons pass, the flowers grow from shoots to buds to their current array of blooms before shrivelling and going to seed. she was sure their was some metaphore in that though she was not in the mood to uproot it. she sat for a minute or maybe half an hour as the world passed unnoticed as she tried to draw up memories of her grandma, though through some sick irony, the place in the park dedicated to her was one of the few without memories ingrained.
after a while she took two cups from her bag followed by a flask. She poured two cups leaving on on the seat she took a sip of her own the taste of lavender, chamomile and peppermint doing little to sooth her as she sat tears rolling silently down her face.
