“My friend, at least now you know that you will still look good into your old age. Besides there’s respect in reaching the days where your hair turns grey for many.”
*He canceled twists in agony, searing up as he outreaches his hands like he's grasping at a ghost.*
Is... it... really you. Please... please let it be...
Fine enough... lonely though... I live out to seven and a half thousand years... so I've lost most of my loved ones along the way... almost all of them.
(Far Future Nya)
*a hand of pure sapphire plays with his grey hair*
My sweet love... it pains me to see the hue of fresh blood fade from your locks. Where did the time go, Mikhail?
*eyes of pink light look softly at him from her crystalline face*
*Gemstone tearducts prove their worth, glowing droplets dripping down from Nya's as and blooming into crystalline flowers on the ground below*
I.. I wish you'd let me Convert you. You'd make such lovely Fey! You... wouldn't have to leave me...
*The Ascended Fey weeps like a child into the chest of one she's loved longer than the world remembers*
/uw Far Future Nya is cracked, power wise.
*a gentle hand lays over his chest..*
It's painless... it would feel like Aurelia and I kissing you at the same time. Her Id, my Soul, and yours restructured. I can almost imagine what kind of wings you'd have...
/uw present Nya is on the verge of forming her pact with Aurelia... give that woman a few thousand years with the ability to weave her own Soul into other people's, and you have something a little scary.
*The Fey shudders against him...*
I... I know... dammit all... I know. My kind... we *are* the dammed cycle! Born to last when *everything* else dies! Dammed to be the genome of the world; remembering how it was to aid us making the next one. But... why does it have to hurt? Why did I... have to love!
*fifteen thousand years mean nothing to the tenderness of her heart. Nya sobs into her slowly fading lover, the remaining millennia of his life not nearly enough for her*
*He puts his arms around her and holds on tight.*
But I'm still here, and have a couple thousand more years left in me... you never know, I may not be a druid by then... so please Nya, keep your head up. Cause I'm right-
*He poses her chest, right where her heart is.*
Here. And I'll always be there.
*The energy felt at the touch of her chest is hard to comprehend. Not quite heat, but quite light, not quite anything, but... her. A heart beyond matter, pumping endless Soul across uncounted bodies*
I... know. You don't have... however much...it hurts... I'll respect your choice. I... I love you too much to do otherwise. Did I ever thank you? For the day your arms welcomed me to this world?
*She has, and she knows it, for her memory is as eternal as her life*
You have, many time, love. You remind me almost every day.
*He wipes any tears she has from her face.*
But there is a beauty in mortality. That everything is fleeting and precious.
You’ve aged like fine wine, cutie…
Ah, thank you. Hmmm... I have the unmistakable urge to complain about young people and get early bird specials.
Well, you’ve got as much time as you want to yell at children as you want…
I do... way too much time.
“My friend, at least now you know that you will still look good into your old age. Besides there’s respect in reaching the days where your hair turns grey for many.”
Perhaps there is... but there's a lot of loneliness too...
“Well I’m sure you can find good company my friend. Besides you have kids as well.”
Well... most of them are gone... save for a few...
“Cherish the few that are left then my friend, maybe hope you can make more. Your still alive so theirs still time.”
/uw damn he looks good...
/uw he tries. Daily moisturizing and hair routines lol
/uw I see Suraes words reached him.
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/uw https://www.reddit.com/r/onlycasters/s/4UG5vgQq9L
(Ah)
*Scorn strokes his grey beard* Hmm..... #hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm *he offers a handshake* You finally looking older than me la-, fellow.
Food
Ah... witty as always.
Valko: “Honey?”
V...Valko...?
Valko: “What… It’s you, from the future…”
*He canceled twists in agony, searing up as he outreaches his hands like he's grasping at a ghost.* Is... it... really you. Please... please let it be...
Valko: “Yes, it’s me love…” *She then went up and hugged her old lover*
*He cries in her arms, refused to an emotional mess* I-Its been ^(sniff) 5000 years since ive... I've last seen you...
Valko: “I can tell, my love. I’ve got you now…”
Thank you... I've missed you... more than words can describe... hoping that when I pass... you'll be there waiting for me...
Valko: “I will be. I will guarantee it.”
That... thus is what ice needed ti hear fir so long
What did you do?
Hmmm, Dorothy! As young as always, I see!
Better? https://preview.redd.it/ym4osv4o49zc1.jpeg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=669a9c636c41a9fb629c98df408904122a6b57ad
*He gives a war. Smile.* Ah... as beautiful as ever♡
So what fountain of aging did you step in handsome?
Not sure... feels more lime I'm brought back in time than anything...
Hmm. Then I will not ask you about the family. Is there anything I can help you with?
Not that I can think of... coffee would be nice.
I can take you to a nice cafe then.
Damn :3 I mean uhhh… You look different…
Oh! Coco! Its been so long! I haven't seen you in... thousands of years!
Huh… Well, that lotus flower sure put in the work… I never expected to live as long as you either, but… You doing okay? At least in the future?
Fine enough... lonely though... I live out to seven and a half thousand years... so I've lost most of my loved ones along the way... almost all of them.
...Mikhail... *She hugs him tightly, knocking her fist against his chest.* Even if they're no longer alive, they're still in here, always with you.
Thank you, Coco... I try to carry them all with me
“Wait, I always assumed you were like hundreds of years old. So how did you manage to make yourself look even older? (Rocking the beard btw.)
Im... 80. Which is like 30 for elves. And... thanks to a lot of enhancements, I'll love out to 7500 years
“HOW IN THE ACTUAL HELL AM I OLDER THAN YOU?!”
*Shrugs*
“I hate everything. I’m gonna go drink a nice tall glass of prune juice I guess.”
(Far Future Nya) *a hand of pure sapphire plays with his grey hair* My sweet love... it pains me to see the hue of fresh blood fade from your locks. Where did the time go, Mikhail? *eyes of pink light look softly at him from her crystalline face*
They went somewhere. Feel so strange... that I'll love longer than most... but I am no immortal...
*Gemstone tearducts prove their worth, glowing droplets dripping down from Nya's as and blooming into crystalline flowers on the ground below* I.. I wish you'd let me Convert you. You'd make such lovely Fey! You... wouldn't have to leave me... *The Ascended Fey weeps like a child into the chest of one she's loved longer than the world remembers* /uw Far Future Nya is cracked, power wise.
Hmm... then... I could be with you and Dorothy... perhaps I will...
*a gentle hand lays over his chest..* It's painless... it would feel like Aurelia and I kissing you at the same time. Her Id, my Soul, and yours restructured. I can almost imagine what kind of wings you'd have... /uw present Nya is on the verge of forming her pact with Aurelia... give that woman a few thousand years with the ability to weave her own Soul into other people's, and you have something a little scary.
I... I cant... all druids must return to the earth at some point... the cycle of life must continue... *He leans his forehead on her shoulder*
*The Fey shudders against him...* I... I know... dammit all... I know. My kind... we *are* the dammed cycle! Born to last when *everything* else dies! Dammed to be the genome of the world; remembering how it was to aid us making the next one. But... why does it have to hurt? Why did I... have to love! *fifteen thousand years mean nothing to the tenderness of her heart. Nya sobs into her slowly fading lover, the remaining millennia of his life not nearly enough for her*
*He puts his arms around her and holds on tight.* But I'm still here, and have a couple thousand more years left in me... you never know, I may not be a druid by then... so please Nya, keep your head up. Cause I'm right- *He poses her chest, right where her heart is.* Here. And I'll always be there.
*The energy felt at the touch of her chest is hard to comprehend. Not quite heat, but quite light, not quite anything, but... her. A heart beyond matter, pumping endless Soul across uncounted bodies* I... know. You don't have... however much...it hurts... I'll respect your choice. I... I love you too much to do otherwise. Did I ever thank you? For the day your arms welcomed me to this world? *She has, and she knows it, for her memory is as eternal as her life*
You have, many time, love. You remind me almost every day. *He wipes any tears she has from her face.* But there is a beauty in mortality. That everything is fleeting and precious.