Usually on Saturdays at this hour, Lydia would be sleeping in, but not this Saturday. Not too long after daylight struck she was up and about. She had things to tend to. Loose ends to tie up, so to speak.
A couple things were picked up at the florist's neighboring The Stitch. Two silk floral arrangements to be exact. They were pricey, sure, but the ribbons and silks used to create them were magicked, made to last for years and years through the weather. And since the green haired elf really and truly intended for this to be her last visit to the cemetery, it seemed appropriate to pick up arrangements that would last.
After leaving the florist's it was straight to said cemetery with her. First stop? Maria's stone. That was where the smaller of the two arrangements was placed, though smaller didn't make it any less beautiful. The flowers that made it up ranged from soft, pale lilacs to rich violets, making it seem every hue of the purple spectrum were visible. One last thing added to the arrangement to top it off was the purple ribbon tied to her bag's strap. The one she had received from Jack. It just seemed appropriate somehow to offer it here rather than hold on to it. She didn't know why.
Lydia lingered at Maria's stone a few moments, possibly because the next part would be the harder part. The second stone. Gwydion's stone. She hadn't been there in such a long time. She really wasn't the type to face her demons. She was the type to turn around and run from them as fast as she could. But? There was no avoiding this. It wouldn't be right, wouldn't feel right to finally face it.
Slow, almost heavy steps carried her through the cemetery. Her gaze wandered idly as she walked, resting on various stones, taking in the names absently, and lingering on floral arrangements, old and new, silk and real, that people had left behind for people. New arrangements tended to bring a frown to her face, as those were placed by people in pain, who missed a loved and departed one. She could certain relate to that.
Finally though, one stone had all her attention. His stone.
There were no flowers or adornments for it, which made Lydia frown a bit. She felt neglectful, but the truth of the matter was that she really had been neglectful. It had been *months* since she had come to visit seriously, and not long ago there was a brief visit simply to check dates marked on the stone. That was it though. But it was enough to add another small inkling of guilt to her already too weighed down heart.
The second floral arrangement was held close as she approached the stone. It was a little more subdued than Maria's arrangement, since too many flowers and frills didn't seem to be the right thing to put on a man's grave. The colors that made it up were yellow, orange, and the occasional fleck of crimson, giving an almost bright, sunny feeling to the arrangement. Not that the backdrop of it would be matching it.
She took care in setting it down not to obscure the carved words within the cold stone, and after arrangement was set down and secured, she sighed faintly, letting pale blues drift over the date.
August 4th.
It had been exactly one year. Exactly one year since he was killed. It still seemed rather surreal at times.
Bag was shrugged from her shoulder and allowed to drop haphazardly to the ground as she leaned back, taking a seat before the stone and newly set arrangement. She was quite likely to get a grass stain on her dress but honestly, that was the last thing on her mind. Leaning forward she let her gaze travel over the words on the stone, lips mouthing them silently but no voice given to them.
Loved and missed. Stronger than most people could ever wish to be. A man who despite what life had set against him, did what needed to be done, with no regard for his own well being. May his music and love continue from the ever after as he showers us with each from above. Courageous & True to his own heart until the very end.
Godspeed.
A couple things were picked up at the florist's neighboring The Stitch. Two silk floral arrangements to be exact. They were pricey, sure, but the ribbons and silks used to create them were magicked, made to last for years and years through the weather. And since the green haired elf really and truly intended for this to be her last visit to the cemetery, it seemed appropriate to pick up arrangements that would last.
After leaving the florist's it was straight to said cemetery with her. First stop? Maria's stone. That was where the smaller of the two arrangements was placed, though smaller didn't make it any less beautiful. The flowers that made it up ranged from soft, pale lilacs to rich violets, making it seem every hue of the purple spectrum were visible. One last thing added to the arrangement to top it off was the purple ribbon tied to her bag's strap. The one she had received from Jack. It just seemed appropriate somehow to offer it here rather than hold on to it. She didn't know why.
Lydia lingered at Maria's stone a few moments, possibly because the next part would be the harder part. The second stone. Gwydion's stone. She hadn't been there in such a long time. She really wasn't the type to face her demons. She was the type to turn around and run from them as fast as she could. But? There was no avoiding this. It wouldn't be right, wouldn't feel right to finally face it.
Slow, almost heavy steps carried her through the cemetery. Her gaze wandered idly as she walked, resting on various stones, taking in the names absently, and lingering on floral arrangements, old and new, silk and real, that people had left behind for people. New arrangements tended to bring a frown to her face, as those were placed by people in pain, who missed a loved and departed one. She could certain relate to that.
Finally though, one stone had all her attention. His stone.
There were no flowers or adornments for it, which made Lydia frown a bit. She felt neglectful, but the truth of the matter was that she really had been neglectful. It had been *months* since she had come to visit seriously, and not long ago there was a brief visit simply to check dates marked on the stone. That was it though. But it was enough to add another small inkling of guilt to her already too weighed down heart.
The second floral arrangement was held close as she approached the stone. It was a little more subdued than Maria's arrangement, since too many flowers and frills didn't seem to be the right thing to put on a man's grave. The colors that made it up were yellow, orange, and the occasional fleck of crimson, giving an almost bright, sunny feeling to the arrangement. Not that the backdrop of it would be matching it.
She took care in setting it down not to obscure the carved words within the cold stone, and after arrangement was set down and secured, she sighed faintly, letting pale blues drift over the date.
August 4th.
It had been exactly one year. Exactly one year since he was killed. It still seemed rather surreal at times.
Bag was shrugged from her shoulder and allowed to drop haphazardly to the ground as she leaned back, taking a seat before the stone and newly set arrangement. She was quite likely to get a grass stain on her dress but honestly, that was the last thing on her mind. Leaning forward she let her gaze travel over the words on the stone, lips mouthing them silently but no voice given to them.
Loved and missed. Stronger than most people could ever wish to be. A man who despite what life had set against him, did what needed to be done, with no regard for his own well being. May his music and love continue from the ever after as he showers us with each from above. Courageous & True to his own heart until the very end.
Godspeed.