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Sep. 3rd, 2005 07:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shelley_wintersShelley had cried the first time she read it. Helplessly, hopelessly. But even mostly healed, the pain and weakness had prevented her trying to find and stop him. Though by the time she had awoken, it had been too late in any case.
(Lady Shelley,
Oh when everything is wrong
I regret to inform you that our time together is at a momentary close. I most sincerely apologize for not being there for you, in this, the dawn after a dark night.)
The letter had been left beside her as she slept, drained by everything Elan had put her through and the Healing which, by all rights, should not have worked. Aching and shaking from the aftermath and memories of Elan's vengeance, but safe - she had woken to find herself alone.
(They say that all things are a part of the Pattern, and as such the Door which opened for me is one. Every piece of music must have its ending, and this Door was mine.
Oh when hopelessness surrounds you
I hope that you may find peace through this action. With Elan believing you deceased and my passing from the Wheel, you may finally put all of this behind you. There may be no absolution, but there can be rest. Nothing remains which can bind you to the horrors that you have suffered. I will not ask that you remember me. This is a task left for others. Act in your own best interest.)
She can't forget him. Even if she wanted to, Asmodean is a powerful figure in her memory. Even rereading something he had written recalls him so vividly. A turn of phrase - even those she uses herself, picked up in her imprisonment in V'Saine can bring his exact tone of voice and expression back. She holds the paper carefully to keep it intact. She wants to keep it safe.
(Since I hope to be evading the Dark One’s grasp, events may not happen as they did within our memories.
Oh the sun will rise again
I believe that we will meet again as the Wheel of Time turns, and I hope for the best.
The tide you swim against will carry you back home
Go in Peace.
So don't give up, don't give in.
With best wishes for our time apart,
Joar Addam Nessossin)
Perhaps it had been that which brought tears to her eyes, that reminder of who he had once been. Maybe it was just mourning for a lost friend. A friend who hadn't been one for so long, but still helped her when he could.
(Post Signum: Enclosed within this letter is a piece of music that I learned through our encounters. Since I am not the originator, it is not within my collected works. This is the only copy in existence. Do with it as you wish.)
She hadn't been able to play the music enclosed as the piano in the Bar was broken. But she could see well enough what it was. The music from the Mirror of what might have been. The melody Joar Addam Nessossin had played for his wife, unknowingly watched from the darkness outside. One day she'll play it.
Carefully she puts the letter back away in a drawer before switching off the light, and lying down to go to sleep.
No last words to say
Only memories remain
A farewell then, my path goes forever on
(Lady Shelley,
Oh when everything is wrong
I regret to inform you that our time together is at a momentary close. I most sincerely apologize for not being there for you, in this, the dawn after a dark night.)
The letter had been left beside her as she slept, drained by everything Elan had put her through and the Healing which, by all rights, should not have worked. Aching and shaking from the aftermath and memories of Elan's vengeance, but safe - she had woken to find herself alone.
(They say that all things are a part of the Pattern, and as such the Door which opened for me is one. Every piece of music must have its ending, and this Door was mine.
Oh when hopelessness surrounds you
I hope that you may find peace through this action. With Elan believing you deceased and my passing from the Wheel, you may finally put all of this behind you. There may be no absolution, but there can be rest. Nothing remains which can bind you to the horrors that you have suffered. I will not ask that you remember me. This is a task left for others. Act in your own best interest.)
She can't forget him. Even if she wanted to, Asmodean is a powerful figure in her memory. Even rereading something he had written recalls him so vividly. A turn of phrase - even those she uses herself, picked up in her imprisonment in V'Saine can bring his exact tone of voice and expression back. She holds the paper carefully to keep it intact. She wants to keep it safe.
(Since I hope to be evading the Dark One’s grasp, events may not happen as they did within our memories.
Oh the sun will rise again
I believe that we will meet again as the Wheel of Time turns, and I hope for the best.
The tide you swim against will carry you back home
Go in Peace.
So don't give up, don't give in.
With best wishes for our time apart,
Joar Addam Nessossin)
Perhaps it had been that which brought tears to her eyes, that reminder of who he had once been. Maybe it was just mourning for a lost friend. A friend who hadn't been one for so long, but still helped her when he could.
(Post Signum: Enclosed within this letter is a piece of music that I learned through our encounters. Since I am not the originator, it is not within my collected works. This is the only copy in existence. Do with it as you wish.)
She hadn't been able to play the music enclosed as the piano in the Bar was broken. But she could see well enough what it was. The music from the Mirror of what might have been. The melody Joar Addam Nessossin had played for his wife, unknowingly watched from the darkness outside. One day she'll play it.
Carefully she puts the letter back away in a drawer before switching off the light, and lying down to go to sleep.
Only memories remain
A farewell then, my path goes forever on
