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dear-yandere · 4 years

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yandere! thresh, yone, yasuo x reader. scenarios, spirit blossom au.

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what a pretty little catch you are, a wildflower amidst souls equally as tempting. he loves all his children equally, but even thresh isn’t immune to... obsession. your unusual presence in the spirit realm is enough to peak his interest and stoke his obsession — though he much prefers to call it a ‘parental love’ rather than such an unsightly word. but, it isn’t until he has you in his grip that possessiveness and manipulativeness take over. coming off as the ever-protective and benevolent Father of lost souls he masquerades as, it’s hard to think otherwise of his actions for his words are sugary and his presence welcoming.

he is death itself, and death does not discriminate.

surrounded by countless spirits — his own children, blossoming with unseen potential — and yet, he’s only ever tasted the bitter ache of loneliness. it is a constant in his life, a truth he’s come to hold close to his heart. home is where the heart is, and his is but a facade crafted from lost souls and a sense of family that isn’t quite... fulfilling.

until he met you.

you managed to win his heart. an ancient demon in all his right, enamored by the doe-eyed gaze of a lost human on soil they do not belong. his heart beckons to you, yearns for you — he wants to cherish you, to watch you bloom in his hands like a flower that would put spirit blossoms to shame; he wants to taste the power and warmth, that will bring. to know that you are sorely and wholly his, to know that you met him of all kanmei and akana, to know that you chose him.

"do not fear me. i am but a servant of the natural order that guides us all."

as an akana, he takes great pride in his work, delighting in the torment of flawed spirits. to him, they are blossoming with potential, flower buds crying out for attention. his attention. it wouldn’t be fair to favor you over the rest of his sweet little children — he wouldn’t be a good Father, now would he? but he is ancient, and you... you are human. a species so flawed, so selfish, and yet you helped him retrieve his lantern. he misjudged you, truthfully; he thought of you as someone who needed to be molded against his claws, remade into something more beautiful.

all you made him realize is that even he is flawed.

"those privy to my secrets? they are safe with me now."

as benevolent and well-meaning as he seems, he is a harbinger of chaos and torture wrapped in the pretty facade that seems to tempt human souls so. humans believe whatever is most convenient for their own prejudices, after all; to have him appear before them, a demon in appearance but a light of hope in pretense, any human would fall prey to what he has to offer. eternal salvation, so long as your soul is in his possession. tempting are his words, for humans are so easily swayed from their path to salvation in the afterlife, until all that accompanies them are their own memories. to be haunted by memories of your past life — all your good deeds, all your bad actions... is that not true suffering?

perhaps not. not for him. not with you by his side, not with you in his possession. you’re his favorite pet, darling, just be a good girl /boy and don’t tell his other children. jealousy has no place in this family, not when every soul belongs to him. you are an exception in only one regard: you belong with him.

"a human, neither dead nor alive, surrounded by endless hoards of spirits alike. that, is a tragedy i do adore. but do not fret, my dear, for in death, you are safest with me."

he is undeserving of love.

of all the truths yone has been forced to witness as a warlord, he has never once questioned this. the war he wrought, the battles he led, have only resulted in one thing in the end: death. death, carnage, blood, and... loss. he has watched countless weep over the bodies of the men he’s slain without thought, and he knows then that love has abandoned monsters like him.

love is out of reach.

renowned for his adherence to honor and duty, he is strict in his ways. the moment he saw you caused a stir in his spirit, a dull ache against his soul. your existence is implausible, impossible; you do not belong here. you... you are human, and all he has ever done is kill humans. he is no different than the obsessive and oft cruel akana, and yet he is a kanmei, beloved by all spirits. he does not deserve such reverence, he does not deserve to guide you. you are better off away from him. his sword, he once thought, was a guardian, a protector of humans.

he will only hurt you.

"a festival of flowers to remember those lost... i think i'd rather be forgotten."

humans are such fickle creatures, selfish and stubborn in their ways. he knows this truth best; it is a testament to his selfish desire to defend a country which forced him to strike his own brother down. so when you stayed, clung to his side like a petal to its stem, he was unsurprised. you were enamored by his poems, or so you claimed. humans deceive so often, he’s learned to accept their words at face value; he’s no stranger to donning a mask of deceit, himself, after all.

but your eyes. they would light up like festival lanterns, welcoming and bright in their hues. a more peaceful time, he recalls — one unmarred by the tragedy of war. when he looks at you, he is reminded of such peace; when he looks at you, he is at peace. when he looks at you, he is no longer a lone spirit wishing for a peace only death can bring. when he looks at you, he feels... forgiven.

"forgiveness is... complicated."

he does not deserve it, just as he does not deserve love; and you, you are the embodiment of both. like the scent of fresh blossoms against tree branches and a season anew, your eyes carry a light far more tempting than that of death’s, a light that only living can bring. you make him want to live — you are everything he does not want.

and yet he wants you.

if his life were to be written as a story, it would surely be a tragedy. a tale of redemption far out of reach, a tale of betrayal and blind faith. he has seen the end of worlds — both of war, and of his brother’s — and he has lived. to die is to no longer feel pain, and the greatest repentence is to live with the truths of what he has done. struck his own family member, his own brother, down with a sword sworn to herald justice; yone is undeserving of anything short of suffering.

and yet, such an innocent spirit you hold, he’d almost forgotten those existed. you are unmarred by the tragedy of war and suffering; he is envious, but equally joyous. to see that there is still carefree love in the physical realm, perhaps living is not so bad after all. being with you is natural; being with you is like home. words flow freely when he is in your presence, and you are at peace when he speaks in prose and haiku. dreams he was forced to abandon to take up the sword, he can freely pursue in your presence and be met with applause rather than disdain. the blissful fluttering of eyelashes, the slight twitch of lips pulled into a smile — it will never be enough to make him feel loved, to make him feel forgiven. but it’s a start.

he wants to start over with you.

“with you, there is no need to hide. many have gazed upon this mask and seen their end. somehow, you saw a future.”

renowned for his roguish demeanor, yasuo is familiar with bloodshed and death. he has grown to accept it, unlike his prideful brother; and yet, he desires a life enlightened by music and travel all the same. fate has smiled upon him bitterly, doomed him to spill blood in life and hunt spirits in death.

if this life is cursed, he wishes to be reborn. a songbird, a human — either will do. his soul yearns for music.

"just looking for a road home."

when he saw you, unaccustomed to the ways of this spirit world, he was intrigued. something new, someone to talk to that could actually, well... talk back. spirits aren’t known for their talkative nature, and he can’t really fault them; confusion is all they know, having woken up in another world after death. the azakana are no better — they remind him of himself, bloodthirsty and reckless as he once was. their only fate is to be cut down by his sword... life has not changed in the slightest. fate is truly unkind to him.

but unlike spirits, you are someone. your gaze speaks not of scorn or awe, because when you look at him, he feels seen. the real him, the one he’s pushed down in order to be a swordsman that could live up to his brother. you listen to his flute with keen ears and a sway of your body — the sight alone makes his heart jump. he’s always wanted to see the effect his music has on people, and you’re the first. having greater interest in music rather than swordsmanship is frowned upon in his clan; expectations were thrust upon him the moment he left the womb — to live up to his brother, to live up to his clan name.

"follow the wind, but watch your back."

but you don’t expect anything from him. to you, he is another spirit, another being, an entity that was once a person with hopes and dreams and feelings worth something. under your gaze, he is free from expectation, free from duty. until he was accused of crimes against his country, and forced to take up arms against his own brother, yasuo lived a life unsaddled by the same burden of expectation his brother endured. it was never enough, for even in death, he still envies the freedom birds enjoy. but you offer a taste of such liberty simply by existing; by listening — truly listening. a drunkard as he is, how is he expected to let go of such pleasure?

he can’t, he won’t.

when you convince him to find his brother and begin anew, he was certain. that after all is said and done — that after he has forgiven his brother, and has been forgiven himself — he wants to travel the world with you. he’s seen everything there is to see in the spirit realm, but the world is different with you at his side. you are his freedom, you are his muse. because even if he promises the illusion of choosing your path, it will always cross with his.

it’s hard to part with freedom after you’ve tasted it.

“traveling alone has left me wanting for companionship, and honestly, a sword's poor company for a long road. say... what would you do if i asked you to accompany me? your call, sweetheart.”

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lillianofliterature · 5 years

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A Thousand Years - To Be Brave Songfic

A/N: This is for @fantasyworlds1234‘s birthday. This is the first out of two songfics I have written for her about Edmund and Hannah from her Narnia fanfic To Be Brave, which can be found here on Quotev and her Hannah account @hannahgrunberg.

Disclaimer: Gifs not mine, I found them on google. If they are yours, let me know! I will give credit. I just put them together.

Happy Birthday month, Fantz! I hope it’s a good one. Thank you for your friendship, it is precious to me. I’m so glad to have met you. <3 I hope you like the gifset, too. :) Also, this is so long. And it didn’t come out quite as I intended, but I hope you enjoy it still. <3

Song: A Thousand Years by Christina Perri

- Hannah’s Ballad to Edmund -

The day we met, Frozen I held my breath

When Hannah had first seen Edmund, it was evident that there love had not simply began there from tender greetings and kind conversation. She had seen the stubborn and immature boy who could find nothing better to do than to terrorize his siblings and complain about the world around him.

But in the beginning, it was unknown to Hannah that Edmund would one day change and that she would witness great things and a wondrous land alongside him. In the cursed winter of Narnia, she would watch another land almost fall at the hand of another tyrant, in the deadly chill of an unnatural winter.

In the beginning, Hannah’s breath was stolen from her not because she was immediately infatuated with the boy, but because she found herself flustered and annoyed in his presence and at the brunt of many of his insipid remarks. Every spiteful word that flowed from his lips made her cheeks burn red and her mind tick with any sort of retort.

His heart seemed calloused, his mind sharp and cold. Surely, this was the last boy on earth she would ever find herself fancying.

But isn’t that how real, honest, true love is supposed to be?

Right from the start I knew that I’d found a home for my heart

But Hannah had been on her own for some time, apart from the Professor and the Macready. She had spent rainy afternoons sitting alone in the library, skimming through books, practicing her english, and avoiding the demands of the housekeeper. And on sunny days, when she managed to finish her chores, she had walked the gardens of the country mansion and drank in all the familiar scents that had been stripped from her homeland.

Hannah had once had her parents at her side, but here in the manor, away from the war, away from her homeland, Hannah was alone once more.

Of course, the Professor entertained many of her conversations and had become a good friend, and she had even managed to get the Macready to become a little softer - but it wasn’t the same. There was no one Hannah’s age, no one like Hannah, no one who understood her point of view on the war.

That is, until the Pevensies arrived.

As soon as Hannah had seen them, she knew she’d found friends - she wouldn’t be on her own, day in and day out. And most importantly to Hannah, the english children understood how she felt about the war. They, too, had been forced to flee their homes and leave their parents behind.

Hannah wasn’t alone - in every sense of the statement.

Somehow, even though they’d never met, Hannah felt at ease around them. Especialy with little Lucy, who was open to Hannah from the moment they greeted each other.

Hannah could now remember her home, remember the scent of her father’s modest cologne and the fun she used to have with the other children before Hitler had promised peace - and brought was in its stead.

These children, these four companions, were already like home to her.

But Hannah Grunberg had no idea how much Edmund would truly mean to her one day; that in another life, in another world, Edmund would become the true home of her heart. Every breath he would take would flow from Hannah as well, every promise of the future, every bright star that would one day shine in the darkened skies of Narnia . . . they would cherish and hold onto together.

Heart beats fast Colors and promises

With them the children brought the promises of a new life at the Manor.

However, much to the children’s surprise, something grand would result of their great misfortunes. Something miraculous - something impossible.

The vast kingdom of Narnia would become theirs to rule, as well as it was theirs to save and keep safe from the evil that threatened to ensnare the land as it had during the eternal winter of the White Witch. After Edmund had left his sour disposition behind and had begun to mend from his treacherous ways, Hannah could no longer deny the connection she had to the dark-haired king.

Edmund and Narnia - they were the promises of a new life for Hannah, a new beginning. One where evil could be smothered, one where tyrants and warlocks stood no chance against the forces of Good, against the ordained monarchs of Narnia. Edmund and his siblings had not only fueled hope and joy back into Hannah’s life since the devastating separation of her family, but they had become her family, even before she realized how much Edmund meant to her.

The kingdom, this wondrous land that had enraptured Hannah’s entire being, was the force that drove Hannah’s blood through her veins.

And Edmund was the force that drove her heart to keep beating; to keep hoping.

How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall

When war threatened Narnia, Hannah would draw her sword and don her Narnian armor and muster every ounce of courage Aslan had given her. To Hannah, Narnia and its people was all she had left that had not been scorched by the flames of hatred and genocide. Hannah could be brave when it came to fighting for the safety of her new homeland, but when it came to loving Edmund?

Hannah was terrified. She wasn’t sure how to love without losing, how to hope without being crushed. Her own family that had been her entire world had been ripped from her - and still were.

All those moments and memories they’d shared never left Hannah’s heart; the times Edmund would tease her harmlessly, resulting in a battle of jeering and wits. Or the times she offered her own sarcasm to combat his own in everyday conversation, or the times she pushed herself to train harder to ensure she would always be able to fight alongside him. And the hours of early mornings and late evenings that Ed often called her to his study to help make diplomatic decisions that he couldn’t quite pin an opinion to. . .

All of these things they had shared since coming to Narnia had begun to nestle itself tenderly inside of Hannah’s heart. To her, Edmund was the source of her hope, the source of her light. He could be difficult and stubborn, even impossible at times, but he was good. He was kind, he was loyal, and he was just.

But Hannah, for the longest time, forced herself to ignore her love for him.

If she allowed herself to love him, to expose her earnest feelings, wouldn’t she lose him as she had lost her parents? As she had lost her childhood friends?

As she had lost Germany?

Hannah was undeniably brave in battle, when spears and swords clashed in deafening echoes. But when it came to the battle of her own heart, Hannah could feel the tension swell and the fear grip her soul.

She needed someone to help her be brave when it came to loving freely.

She needed Edmund. She needed the Pevensies.

But watching you stand alone? All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

When Edmund would sit up in his study through all hours of the night, afraid of the terrors of his own dreams and from the regrets of his youth, Hannah was there to steady him. As his brother and sisters slept, Hannah could feel her other half trembling with guilt, even after years of forgiveness and growth.

In the darkest hours of Edmund’s torments, when he could feel the touch of the White Witch’s hand upon his face, when her voice taunted his memories and the chilled breeze of winter seemed to nip at his skin, even in summer, Hannah stood by his side. She, too, could remember the frozen palace and it’s menacing evils. She remembered the sound of Jadis’ voice and the shrill hatred that dripped from her wicked tone. But Hannah didn’t have Edmund’s regrets of aiding the Witch, nor did she completely understand why he wasn’t able to let them go.

But she knew one thing; she would never leave him to suffer through it alone.

She could be brave for Edmund.

In the times when Edmund was his weakest, the fear that sometimes gripped her heart faded instantaneously. Hannah, with raw courage, could step forward and become Edmund’s rock.

When he often forgot the sound of Aslan’s roar, when the words of reassurance the Great Lion had spoken to him faded in his memory, Hannah could repeat those assurances. She would comfort Edmund and console him in his hours of his deepest horrors - when he feared he could never truly be saved.

Hannah reminded Edmund of how the Great Lion had sacrificed himself so Edmund could one day become King of Narnia, so he could be crowned with a promise - that he was Just.

But it was hard for Hannah to be brave for herself.

One step closer I have died everyday waiting for you

When the Golden Age was nearing it’s unexpected end, Hannah now had the bravery of heart that she’d once been unable to tame. And years after they had returned to save Narnia from the tyranny of the Telmarines, when the train crash had stolen her new family from her, Hannah and Susan were left to each other; to try and mend their shattered hearts.

While Susan, in the wake of her immeasurable and unspeakable loss, began to forsake the happy memories she once held, Hannah set her pen to paper.

She refused to forget all she had seen, all she had overcome to get to where she was today. Surrounded by the reality of her own loss, Hannah wrote her story. In every word, she imagined she was speaking to Edmund in the late nights in his study, bidding their worries and hurts to each other in confidence.

As Hannah continued to grow stonger, to grow braver, she could only ever picture Edmund’s approving smile. She wouldn’t forget Narnia, she wouldn’t allow her grief to suffocate the progress she had made. She couldn’t bear to forget all they had shared in the magical land in the upstairs wardrobe.

Each day, as she awoke in the chilled sheets of her bed and remembered the horrific reality of the accident, Hannah’s heart broke anew. But she never lost the fight in her she acquired as a noble Knight of Narnia. She vowed on her love for Edmund, on her love for the Pevensies, for Narnia, that she wouldn’t forget to be brave any longer.

Hannah vowed to love freely, to not waste any time being afraid.

Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you For a thousand years

In all the time they had spent in Narnia, Edmund had loved Hannah as well. Each day, even from the day they quarrelled over that blasted game of Cricket, Edmund had been drawn to the German girl, even though he had ridiculed her.

As Edmund now stood in Aslan’s Country, awaiting Hannah’s arrival, he could catch glimpses of her in his mind. Glimpses of her pouring words onto paper with a candle to light her way. Of her meek laughter when she remembered tender moments they had all shared in the Golden Age. Of Hannah being brave, despite her fears of loss having come into fruition.

Hannah, in the cold and rainy reality of England, never went a day without thinking of him. Of their kingdom. Of his siblings. Of everything they’d shared.

But somewhere in her pain, in her grief that tasted just as it did when she was a child - when her country burned and her family was stolen . . . Hannah knew that Edmund loved her still, as did she.

I’ll love you for a thousand more

Hannah would grow old and see much of our world, but Hannah would never forget. Hannah never stopped loving. No matter if she had to wait another century in Narnian time, or a decade in ours, she would thrive on the hope of returning to that blessed country.

Each day that passed, she could feel Narnia drawing nearer.

Time stands still

As the Pevensies awaited Hannah’s return, they celebrated in the renewed kingdom that Aslan had forged in His promises. As they danced and sang, ate delicacies and were merry, Hannah’s image never faded from Edmund’s mind. For him, his life would remain frozen until she returned to them.

For Hannah, life in this world was bleak - but she never lost hope. She chose joy in remembrance, happiness in little things, the hope of truth.

The truth that Narnia was real and her reuniting would one day come.

Beauty in all she is

Edmund, from his haven in Aslan’s country, prayed to the Great Lion that Hannah knew just how captivating she was. Not only her features, but her heart; her strength. Had it been Edmund who had been left behind, he knew he would have forsaken himself to his old ways long ago.

Perhaps that is why it was Hannah who as chosen to remain there, in that broken world.

Hannah had the strength of a thousand armed Narnians to face those trials that had come to her since his death; she was brave.

I will be brave

Hannah realized she had been left in this world with purpose; for the Great Lion never acted without reason. Hannah made a promise, not only to herself and to Susan’s chances of redemption, but also to Edmund and to Aslan Himself.

She would be brave.

Every day she drew breath into her lungs and found herself waking up to a day full of obstacles and hard chances, she would utilize her life to the best of her abilities. She hoped the Pevensies would be proud that she chose to use her life for good, for others, and not for grieving.

And they were.

I will not let anything take away What’s standing in front of me

In the years ahead, Hannah knew her return was swiftly coming. She would never waste a day in mourning, in wishing things had been different.

For they were not, and she wouldn’t let the sorrow overrule what good Aslan had allowed her to become and create. The hope and the tales she was able to give to others was far greater a reward than the result of the tears she could have spent her life with.

Nothing could take away her future and her purpose.

Nothing could undo what the Great Lion had set in motion.

Nothing could strip her of her reuniting with her family in Aslan’s Country.

Every breath Every hour has come to this

All the years she had spent in Narnia, all the days in the Professor’s manor, and all the years before that had lead to the life she was given now and the promise she clutched to her heart of returning to Narnia.

Every day she had once spent in Germany, the days she fled to England on the train, the days she spent lecturing tourists about the grand country mansion, the years she had spent with the Pevensies in Narnia. . .

One step closer

Had lead to this life; sharing her story to enable the hopes of others to ignite.

To encourage others to be brave in their own stories.

To fight for love and conquer fear.

To give Narnia to the souls in this world who would truly never know it as she had.

I have died everyday waiting for you Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you For a thousand years I’ll love you for a thousand more

When the day came that Hannah, in her greying years, did not awake to the morning sun, she felt the sweet breath of the Lion upon her face. He was calling to her, to finally return home; to her true home, where He and the Pevensies dwelt in unbridled joy. And all the words, the colors, the memories, the smells, the music - every bit of Narnia she’d ever witnessed in those golden years came rushing back into her veins.

And suddenly she heard the Lion’s voice, rich and tender, roaring and gentle.

“Welcome home, dear Hannah, Knight of Narnia, Braveheart of the Western Wood.”

And the renewed Narnia burst into colors she’d never seen and sweet birdsong filled the valley of the kingdom. Before her stood Aslan, King of Narnia, Son of the Emperor Beyond the Sea, Lover of all things Good. From him branched all source of song and melody, and beneath him no shadow could be found.

His bright and lovely eyes poured into her own and his thick mane rustled with excitement. One of his Daughters had finally returned.

Then, in graceful elegance, the Lion stepped to the side, revealing the silhouettes of three figures behind him she had not seen in many years.

And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me

As the light diminished from their frames, Hannah’s heart soared with joy.

Before her stood three of the Kings and Queens of old; the Magnificent, the Just, and the Valient. And it was only a matter of time before the Gentle would be there with them, too.

In seconds, if time had even passed at all in that sacred world, their voices sprang into praises and their arms engulfed her body. There, in their embrace, Hannah revelled in the voices she feared she’d never hear again and in the laughter that echoed from their lungs.

Aslan’s own laughter met with theirs, of which the sound was like every pleasurable tune you’d ever heard that mingled with his powerful roar, and the golden light from all around them faded into the trees and into the blossoms of the young earth.

I have loved you for a thousand years I’ll love you for a thousand more

I’ll love you for a thousand more

One step closer

As they stood back from Hannah, one pair of arms remained about her frame as she stood trembling with uncontainable joy.

There, before her, stood Edmund the Just, the stubborn and impossible king who had long been the home of her brave little heart. In his eyes she found a feeling she had never felt so vividly before - and when she felt it, she believed it to be the love she had once traded for fear.

Edmund’s tears fell slowly and were the product of pure ecstacy, melding with the words that poured from his mouth; words of adoraton and gratefulness.

I have died everyday waiting for you Darling don’t be afraid

When Edmund pulled away and held her at arm’s length, he gazed into her dazzling eyes as if he had never seen them before. In that moment, as every moment they had every spent together flooded his mind, his relieved laughter broke free and encouraged her own to harmonize with his.

At last, she had returned to him; the Brave woman of his affections of all those years. . . the war-torn years, the days of betrayal, the golden years.

All was restored to Edmund’s heart as he looked at her again.

I have loved you For a thousand years

All of their waiting, all of their promising, had led to this.

I’ll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you

There, in the light and in the beginning of a new life, they stood on the brink of eternal bliss. Eternal and unwavering love, built on the foundations of leading Just and Brave lives.

As Hannah turned to face the Kingdom upon the horizon, she felt more content tham she ever imagined possible. This contentedness was the sort none of us still living have yet to feel; but a way to describe it is to say that she felt she might burst from every good and honorable thing flowing through her, but one could not help but be happy to feel this way. And no one who ever entered that kingdom ever felt any different from that day forward.

As the Pevensies made their way further up and further in to the world ahead, the Great Lion turned to Edmund and nodded his graceful head solemnly, with a smile only he could bear. Edmund’s hand tugged gently at Hannah’s arm, leading her to look beyond the hills and mountains far off into another land. Over a shimmering blue lake and beyond the paths of little rivers, Hannah’s eyes took in an unbelievable sight.

There, miles away, but close enough to see with new eyes, Hannah saw Germany.

The old Germany.

With it’s beautiful brick homes and rich lustrious gardens, with cottages and shops smelling of bread and recipes she had long-forgotten the taste of, flourished Germany in all the wonderful beauty she had not seen in a lifetime. But what made Hannah’s smile spread wider was not the miracle of seeing her homeland more beautiful than ever before, but the faces of two people she had not seen since she was a child running from the war.

Her parents, looking healthier and much happier, stood in each other’s arms, waving to Hannah over the long distance.

Time has brought your heart to me

Renewal.

That is what this tale has told.

And here, in the undying hopes of a new and joyously perfected life, Hannah found herself renewed of all the grief and the horror that had tainted her mind since a child. In the reaches of this perfected world, she would reap the pleasures of the life she spent growing and learning to love - of a life spent trying to be brave.

I have loved you for a thousand years I’ll love you for a thousand more

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dfroza · 5 years

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there is a natural “high” in Heaven

of pure Love and total acceptance. of knowing you belong, and forever so. it is truly an atmosphere of “Home”

with no fear or pain. no death. and people on earth attempt to achieve a resemblance of this “other worldly” experience, yet by using alternative and counterfeit expressions of achieving a “high” that makes them feel Happy, usually only for a time. a temporary state of being. and it can be addictive, even destructive. although there are substances of earth that do relieve pain in the body, and other things that can be used in moderation that make us feel better to be in this crazy world, such as wine. and it’s Okay to drink, but not to be drunk. just as it’s normal to eat, but overeating can make you feel sick. we need to restrain ourselves when it comes to these things.

just as sex is a nice feeling for the body, yet in the truth of Love we’re supposed to be in a committed marital bond to share it since it was created by God and it is a sacred Union of two bodies becoming as “One”

and we read of Heaven along with the rebirth of beautiful mysterious earth in Today’s chapters of the Scriptures for Saturday, September 28 of ‘19

with the writing of John in the book of Revelation

(chapter 21)

A New Heaven, a New Earth, the New Jerusalem

I looked again and could hardly believe my eyes. Everything above me was new. Everything below me was new. Everything around me was new because the heaven and earth that had been passed away, and the sea was gone, completely. And I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God, prepared like a bride on her wedding day, adorned for her husband and for His eyes only. And I heard a great voice, coming from the throne.

A Voice: See, the home of God is with His people.

He will live among them;

They will be His people,

And God Himself will be with them.

The prophecies are fulfilled:

He will wipe away every tear from their eyes.

Death will be no more;

Mourning no more, crying no more, pain no more,

For the first things have gone away.

And the One who sat on the throne announced to His creation,

The One: See, I am making all things new. (turning to me) Write what you hear and see, for these words are faithful and true. It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. I will see to it that the thirsty drink freely from the fountain of the water of life. To the victors will go this inheritance: I will be their God, and they will be My children. It will not be so for the cowards, the faithless, the sacrilegious, the murderers, the sexually immoral, the sorcerers, the idolaters, and all those who deal in deception. They will inherit an eternity in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death.

And then one of the seven messengers in charge of the seven bowls filled with the seven last plagues came over to me.

Heavenly Messenger: Come with me, and I will show you the bride, the wife of the Lamb.

He took me away in the Spirit and set me on top of a great, high mountain. As I waited for what I thought was a bride, he showed me the holy city, Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God. It gleamed and shined with the glory of God; its radiance was like the most precious of jewels, like jasper, and it was as clear as crystal. It was surrounded with a wall, great and high. There were twelve gates. Assigned to each gate was a messenger, twelve in all. And on the gates were inscribed the names of the twelve tribes of Israel’s sons. On the east wall were three gates. On the north wall were three gates. On the south wall were three gates. On the west wall were three gates. And the city wall sat perfectly on twelve foundation stones, and on them were inscribed the names of the twelve emissaries of the Lamb.

My guide held a golden measuring rod. With it he measured the city and the gates and the walls. And the city is laid out with four corners in a perfect square, the length the same as its width. He measured the city with his measuring rod, and the result was that its length and width and height are equal: 1,444 miles, a perfect cube. And my guide measured the wall; it was nearly 72 yards high, in human measurements, which was the instrument the guide was using. The wall was made of jasper, while the city itself was made of pure gold, yet it was as clear as glass. The foundation stones of the wall of the city were decorated with every kind of jewel: the first was jasper, the second sapphire, the third agate, the fourth emerald, the fifth onyx, the sixth carnelian, the seventh chrysolite, the eighth beryl, the ninth topaz, the tenth chrysoprase, the eleventh jacinth, the twelfth amethyst. The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each gate expertly crafted from a single beautiful pearl. And the city street was pure gold, yet it was as transparent as glass.

And in the city, I found no temple because the Lord God, the All Powerful, and the Lamb are the temple. And in the city, there is no need for the sun to light the day or moon the night because the resplendent glory of the Lord provides the city with warm, beautiful light and the Lamb illumines every corner of the new Jerusalem. And all peoples of all the nations will walk by its unfailing light, and the rulers of the earth will stream into the city bringing with them the symbols of their grandeur and power. During the day, its gates will not be closed; the darkness of night will never settle in. The glory and grandeur of the nations will be on display there, carried to the holy city by people from every corner of the world. Nothing that defiles or is defiled can enter into its glorious gates. Those who practice sacrilege or deception will never walk its streets. Only those whose names are written in the Lamb’s Book of Life can enter.

The Book of Revelation, Chapter 21 (The Voice)

with a poetic memory from the heart of my thought-life that mirrors this:

and in Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments (Ezekiel 6) we read of God’s Judgment in the idolatry of Israel in seeking and worshiping things other than God, who is Light and Love and our Creator.

of which is seen mirrored in the beginning lines of Today’s reading of Psalm 121:

A song of the stairway

I look up to the mountains and hills, longing for God’s help.

But then I realize that our true help and protection

come only from the Lord,

our Creator who made the heavens and the earth.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 121:1-2 (The Passion Translation)

and in this faith and hope in Love we find the boldness, the courage to stand in truth just as seen written down in the first line (the first verse) of chapter 28 in the ancient book of Proverbs:

Guilty criminals experience paranoia

even though no one threatens them.

But the innocent lovers of God,

because of righteousness,

will have the boldness of a young, ferocious lion!

(The Passion Translation)

and mirrored in The Voice:

The wicked run away even when no one is chasing them;

the right-living, however, stand their ground as boldly as lions.

and the remaining 27 verses from chapter 28:

A rebellious nation is thrown into chaos,

but leaders anointed with wisdom will restore law and order.

When a pauper oppresses the destitute,

it’s like a flash flood that sweeps away their last hope.

Those who turn their backs on what they know is right

will no longer be able to tell right from wrong.

But those who love the truth strengthen their souls.

Justice never makes sense to men devoted to darkness,

but those tenderly devoted to the Lord

can understand justice perfectly.

It’s more respectable to be poor and pure than rich and perverse.

To be obedient to what you’ve been taught

proves you’re an honorable child,

but to socialize with the lawless brings shame to your parents.

Go ahead and get rich on the backs of the poor,

but all the wealth you gather will one day be given

to those who are kind to the needy.

If you close your heart and refuse to listen to God’s instruction,

even your prayer will be despised.

Those who tempt the lovers of God with an evil scheme

will fall into their own trap.

But the innocent who resist temptation will experience reward.

The wealthy in their conceit presume to be wise,

but a poor person with discernment can see right through them.

The triumphant joy of God’s lovers releases great glory.

But when the wicked rise to power, everyone goes into hiding.

If you cover up your sin you’ll never do well.

But if you confess your sins and forsake them,

you will be kissed by mercy.

Overjoyed is the one who with tender heart trembles before God,

but the stubborn, unyielding heart will experience even greater evil.

Ruthless rulers can only be compared

to raging lions and roaming bears.

Abusive leaders fail to employ wisdom,

but leaders who despise corruption

will enjoy a long and full life.

A murderer’s conscience will torment him—

a fugitive haunted by guilt all the way to the grave

with no one to support him.

The pure will be rescued from failure,

but the perverse will suddenly fall into ruin.

Work hard and you’ll have all you desire,

but chase a fantasy and you could end up with nothing.

Life’s blessings drench the honest and faithful person,

but punishment rains down upon the greedy and dishonest.

Giving favoritism to the rich and powerful is disgusting,

and this is the type of judge who would betray a man for a bribe.

A greedy man is in a race to get rich,

but he forgets that he could lose what’s most important

and end up with nothing.

If you correct someone with constructive criticism,

in the end he will appreciate it more than flattery.

A person who would reject his own parents and say,

“What’s wrong with that?” is as bad as a murderer.

To make rash, hasty decisions

shows that you are not trusting the Lord.

But when you rely totally on God,

you will still act carefully and prudently.

Self-confident know-it-alls will prove to be fools.

But when you lean on the wisdom from above,

you will have a way to escape the troubles of your own making.

You will never go without if you give to the poor.

But if you’re heartless, stingy, and selfish,

you invite curses upon yourself.

When wicked leaders rise to power,

good people go into hiding.

But when they fall from power,

the godly take their place.

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 28 (The Passion Translation)

my personal reading of the Scriptures for Saturday, September 28, day 6 of Autumn and day 271 of the year:

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