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tiredthingbehindyou · 5 months

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The Curtain Call

(Part 2 'The Show Must Go On')

“The secret is out, isn’t it?” Focalors asked as she stared at you calmly. She had a soft smile on her lips as she stood on the stage for her final play.

You glanced around the empty theatre. The floating chairs and eerie silence were strange, yes, but those didn’t catch your attention quite like the giant guillotine made of Hydro above the stage. The blade swung side to side idly, like a ticking second hand counting down.

“Your mission… It was never to kill yourself or Furina, was it?” You ask as your gaze returns to the true Hydro Archon. “It was only to kill whoever was on the throne to destroy the throne. You didn’t care who was on it, so you sacrificed yourself.”

Focalors chuckled and nodded in agreement. “That is correct, my dear. Furina has fulfilled her purpose. But, I must finally destroy the Hydro throne. The nation of Fontaine shall never have a need for an Archon again.”

She tilted her head before she started to dance. Her body swayed rhythmically to a song only she could hear. “I could never kill Furina. Even if we are technically one and the same, we are both very, very different. I am the one who shall die, not Furina.”

You chuckle weakly as you say, “You’re the godly part of her. Wouldn’t that mean you’re the reason she’s immortal?”

Even after your many millennia in Teyvat, you still didn’t know what to do with your hands as you continued to connect the dots. “If you die, the godly part of her dies as well. She’d be completely human who shall age and die, Won’t she? Neuvillette and I will watch our friend for the past 500 years age and die.”

There was no real way to put it softly. Furina would gain wrinkles and grey hairs while you and Neuvillette would stay the same for the rest of existence.

Focalors smiled softly as she walked towards you. “If I die, Furina shall indeed be a normal human. But do not be so sad about it. After all, you’ve made wonderful memories with her.”

“Do you not wish for her to live on her own terms instead of being manipulated and used to trick Celestia? Do you not want her to finally rest after her play that lasted 500 years?” She continued to smile as she wiped the tears from your cheeks.

You hadn’t noticed you were crying. It’s been a long, long time since you last cried. So long that even you have forgotten. To forget is the worst thing that could happen to a memory.

You sniffle and weakly nod. “I…I suppose so. But it’s just so hard to let go of the memories. Neuvillette and I thought us and Furina would stay together forever.”

“She played her part well, didn’t she?” The Archon asked.

You nod in agreement. “She played her part very well. 500 years and she never let her facade slip once. Heh, the mark of a true actress. Staying in character until the show must come to an end.”

“Yes, she was an amazing actress, but she was exhausted as well,” noted Focalors. “She was tired of playing the part of someone she never truly wanted to be, no matter how many lies she told herself.”

She wiped your tears again as that same soft smile stayed on her lips. “Now, now, enough with the tears. This is a time of happiness! Furina gets to live as a free person, and you will always have those memories with her that you will never forget.”

“But what if I do?” You argue. “I think every immortal’s greatest fear is forgetting those who’ve since passed on.”

You start to pace and a haze comes over your mind. “What if I forget her laugh? What if I forget her mannerisms? What if I forget her jokes? What if I forget her favorite food? What if…I forget what she looks like?” The questions spill out of you faster and faster.

“Even if you were to begin to forget,” Focalors started as she held your face in her hands, “ you will always have those feelings of love and happiness for her ingrained in yor heart. No matter how much time passes, or how much you may or may not forget.”

She pressed a small kiss to your forehead. Only Furina knew you liked that.

“You will always love Furina, even if you forget the details of her as a person,” Focalors continued. “It is because of this that your feelings of family for Furina shall never fade, thus, Furina will never really die.” She gently grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers.

You sob, the tears finally escaping. You wipe uselessly at your eyes as you think of the diminishing years your friend will spend with you and Neuvillette. “But still…” You couldn’t help but trail off, the words not making it out of your mouth.

Focalors giggled softly as she looked back up at the waiting blade. Far too soon would it fall, in your opinion.

“She shall have the rest of her normal human lifespan to live. This time, as a free woman.” Tears began to stream down her face as well as her emotions caught up with her. Despite this, she kept a smile on her face. “I only have one wish for you, my dear. My last wish.”

You sniffle and nod, motioning for her to continue, not trusting your voice yet.

“Promise me that you and Neuvillette will remain her friends until her last days,” Focalors begged as she held your hands in hers. “I have been alive for far too long. I have had many friends that had perished with only themselves as company in their final moments. Please, protect my wish. Be there for our Furina.”

You sigh and nod. “Of course, Focalors. We’d do it anyway, without it being your last wish.”

The Archon took the final steps towards the spot under the swinging guillotine. “Farewell, my dear. Take care of Furina for me. I recall that side of me was always a bit…reckless when given sugar.”

You chuckle and nod. You knew firsthand on what sugar could do to Furina. When she had a bit too much sugar… It was a surprise the opera house was still standing.

“I believe in you to keep your promise,” the dying goddess said she she stepped into position. “I didn’t thank you for all that you’ve done for my nation. Please, continue to watch of it with the Hydro Dragon by your side.”

“We will,” you swear. “Till Celestia strikes us down.”

She spoke some of her her final words. “I can die in peace now. I am content with my death, so don’t feel the need to look away.”

She gave you a final smile filled with all the courage she had left as the blade stopping swinging. She looked up at it, tears trickling down her cheeks. “Goodbye.”

There was no scream of anger towards Celestia for making Focalors choose the path she did. There was no cry of fear to echo around the room. All that was left when the death machine swung down to finally made Furina free and to relieve Focalors of her role of a god was a sereine smile.

As the red curtains finally drew to a close, one final tear was shed on this mystic stage.

You had always wondered what the blood of a god looked like.

#tired's writings #genshin x reader #genshin au #focalors #furina #fontaine #the play is finally finished #after all these years she can finally rest #angst

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lazylittledragon · 5 months

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made a sticker for anyone to slap onto their work if they need to

#ramble #i've only interacted with tiktok via osmosis #but something is eating their brain matter and it makes me sad #it's fine if you only want to read light things (all power to you) but don't whine at me because i write about bad people sometimes #i'm so tired

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sant-riley · 6 months

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[Touchy feely] [tf141 headcanons]

(Romantic impied Task force 141 boys x gender neutral!reader headcanons :))

Summary: Being the sweetheart of the task force means the boys are not shy about the fact that they're all simps and always want some sort of contact with you at all times.

Consists of romantic/suggestive headcanons for each of the guys and little things they do with you <3

Words: about 1.5k (this was supposed to be short, whoops)

Warnings/Info: Can be read separately but it is intended that they all harbor feelings for you at the same time, possibly out of character for everyone, some swearing, the guys manhandle you, as always, let me know if I miss something!

Thinking about how each of the boys is so touchy with you, it doesn't matter where you are or who you're with, they're shameless.

Other units and teams who will sometimes share the base with 141 know better than to ask questions or directly say anything to one of the guys or you for that matter. Not that they could anyway, seeing as you always have at least one of them attached to your hip.

Price:

Anyone who walks into Price's office late at night to turn something in is used to seeing you next to the Captain on the little dingy loveseat he has in there.

John is usually smoking a cigar, taking care to not blow smoke your way while your head is resting on his shoulder. Your eyes closed as you hum at his words. It's terribly domestic for a military base.

John likes to gently play with your hair while he speaks about missions he's been on, always somehow trying to braid despite not knowing how to for jack shit, whether it because it's you or just the mindless motion, he's not willing to say.

John will usually walk you back to your room after dinner or time in his office unless he's swamped with work.

A small hand on the small of your back while he leads you. It's always a respectable touch, though he tucks you into his side, nodding at everyone you may pass.

If you're comfortable with it, he likes to press a kiss to your head, smiling that goofy ass smile, and tells you to get a good night's rest.

He lets you help him trim up his beard, he won't let you do all of it but he likes the closeness of it, him sitting down while you gently shape it up, tilting his head up and he tries his best to not stare directly at your chest.

The fact that he's letting you this close to his neck with a razor is a sign of trust, maybe small for others but for a man that doesn't drop his guard and doesn't truly trust others, it speaks volumes.

The first time he let you, you were barely putting any pressure and he grabbed your hand in his and showed you. "You're not gonna hurt me, put more force into it, yeah?"

Don't get me started on going out on walks in London with Price, he wraps you up in his beanie and some big leather jacket he has that dwarves you, helping you move through crowds by once again holding the small of your back, or taking your smaller hand in his. (He doesn't correct anyone if they mistake you as married)

He likes to kiss the back of your hand and laughs when it makes you blush and sputter out that his beard is scratchy.

Ghost:

Ghost is a subtle one, he won't actively reach for you or your hand but he does have some part of him against you most times.

Whether it be his leg, arm, or thigh, anything works. A normal place yall will be seen together is in the dining hall, you've both learned to ignore the stares from everyone else.

Simon never eats there, just sits with you until you're finished and then you both move on to either his quarters or somewhere else so he can peel his mask up to eat a bit.

However, while you're eating and telling him about anything under the sun, he'll lean over and wipe some crumbs off of your mouth with his thumb softly, which again, you're used to so okay whatever but Recruits always are taken aback in their seats.

Ghost's reflexes kick into overdrive with you. His hand going to cover a corner of a table 9/10 times before you completely wreck your shit, but when he does miss (sometimes on purpose).

He'll bring a hand up to rub at your head for you, chuckling under his breath before cooing down at you "That hurt pretty? Sure look like it did."

Whenever you two specifically are paired onto a mission, doesn't matter if any of the guys complain, he will share a cot/tent with you. He claims he runs the hottest (he doesn't, it's Johnny but he will not lose on this) and can keep your body the warmest.

He pretty much lugs you on top of him and wraps his arms around your waist, he'll press a hand against your head if you keep fidgeting, rasping at you to go to sleep. He takes great pride in the fact that you're usually out like a light very shortly.

I've said it once and I'll say it again, Ghost likes to hook a finger into your body straps and pull it really hard and let it smack you to get your attention if you're not actively paying attention to him, he'll soothe the area but he's smirking behind that fucking mask.

On that note, he definitely does the "You got something right here." And points at your chest and immediately pull up to flick your nose hard as fuck, he KNOWS his own strength but sometimes your eyes water and he immediately feels bad.

Ghost rests his head on your chest a lot, he finds your heartbeat to be soothing and reassuring, also grunts if you don't wrap your arms around him in return, bro literally shoves his head into you and groans

This is a grown man but it's cute so you let it slide bc he'll never ask for it outright, he just assumes you'll cradle his head.

Soap:

Johnny is the most shameless motherfucker here, I'm talking about draping himself over you, grabbing at your cheeks, ruffling your hair, kissing you dangerously close to your lips (it drives the others mad), he's the most unapologetic about it and will gloat to the others.

Manhandler #1, isn't above grabbing you by your hips and picking you up to move you somewhere, he's literally gone and grabbed you from some rookies side to come stand next to him with a smile and you're just so used to it that you just shrug and go along with it. (He gets slightly jealous, why would you stand next to some random ass dude and not him??)

Throws you over his shoulder, or likes you to cling to his front or his back and just carries you, he says it's a comfortable weight. If you ever dare say you're too heavy, he's gonna go to the gym and work out even more to PROVE to you that he simply doesn't care, he will carry you.

Extremely bad habit of sneaking into your room to fall asleep with you, Price has come into your room many times to see Soap sprawled on top of you, he's drooling and snoring and you're knocked the fuck out (he's like a glorified weighted blanket).

I've touched on this before but he only wants you to cut his hair for him, yeah he can go to the barber on base but he much prefers you and loves it when you scratch at his scalp. He also likes to just have his head in between your thighs but that's something else for another time-

Soap specifically slings you over his shoulder a lot, especially off base where he truly doesn't have any fucks to give.

You're not going to bed because you have other work?? Too bad, shoulder time you go. You're not willing to get up and make yourself food? Good thing he's here, either pick what you want from the kitchen or throw some clothes on bc he IS dragging you out of the house.

Johnny likes to draw on you a lot, it ranges from scribbles, to sometimes his name if he's feeling cheeky (he's drawn it on your thigh before and you didn't notice until Gaz shot you a look), to intricate drawings of whatever he can think whether it be a landscape or an animal.

He always holds you steady and it isn't uncommon for your limbs to fall asleep but it's worth it, if only to see him smile.

Gaz:

Gaz is probably the most secretly clingy person out of the four, he CAN function without your touch but does he PREFER to? No.

His first instinct in any situation is to grab you and shield you, he's the fastest of the four so his body moves without thinking and it's saved you more times than any of you would like to count.

The one mission where you both fell out of a moving truck, he tucked your body into his despite it costing him his shoulder popping out of the socket, you couldn't help but freak out while Ghost moved to pop it back into place.

"Why the fuck would you do that? Look at your arm!" "It's nothing." "Garrick what the fuck-"

When you're out anywhere off base, he's holding your hand, good luck trying to pull away bc he is not letting go. Too bad so sad, resign to your fate.

I think Gaz is definitely good at dancing, at least with you and when the right music is on, you cannot tell me this man wouldn't twirl you around and shit-fight me on it. He'll even lift you off your feet, laughing when you scramble to grab at his shoulders.

He goes stark still if you rest your head on his shoulder, not because he's nervous but because he's worried about waking you up when he knows you deserve a rest.

He'll usually wrap his arm around your shoulder to hold you in place so the heli ride doesn't jostle you so much, gentleness rubbing his knuckles along your arm to soothe you.

Gaz is the one who holds you when you have nightmares, on rare occasions when Soap isn't in your room and you just need to be held with no talking, you always without thinking find yourself in Kyle's room, his arms wrapped around your waist as he tucks your head under his chin, no questions asked.

He'll maybe hum a tune to help you relax but other than that, he lets you lead the way.

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ao3-shenanigans · 2 months

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Hi, reminder to not infantilize autistic, asexual, or aromantic people and characters.

Thanks!

#Sincerely someone who’s tired of being treated like a little kid all the time #fanfiction #writing #fandom #autism #aro #ace #aroace #ao3 shenanigans

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ghostbsuter · 1 month

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He'd been flying above Metropolis.

Like a good ghost! Doing nothing but relax! Enjoying the weather, really.

It was so cool, Superman came up to him, they talked even! Superman was very, very, uncomfortable when Danny mentioned he was kinda dead.

It was really awesome.

Yeah, the keypoint being was.

Now? Now he is in Superman's arms, very much alive after being hit by a stray beam from Lex Luthors newest invention, quite literally hit from the sky when he didn't expect it and out of f reflex turned back human.

"I'm... alive?" He jokes weakly, smiling awkwardly at Superman's stare.

Danny considered this awkward.

Clark was processing the fact Lex Luthor somehow managed to bring back someone from death, his hands now full of said miracle and—

Shit, does the kid even have family left? What's he going to tell Lois!?

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #writing prompt #fic prompt #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #Superman is so flabbergasted #superman has no idea whats going on #superman is just tired man #danny has no idea whats going on #theyre both so shocked #superman is wondering if he just became a father #danny is figuring out how to get out of thia situation #clark: i know this is scary! but now you have a new chance at life! would you like to stay with me and my wife? :')#danny: fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

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thevoidisscreamingbackatyou · 10 months

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y'know what, ao3 appreciation post cause these people out there doing amazing work for no monetary compensation

literally so many of us love ao3, please show support for these guys <3

#i'm sorry i'm tired i wish i could say more #ao3 #ao3 down #writing #fanon #fanfiction #fanfic #ddos attack

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ohposhers · 2 months

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This started as a shitpost and then I just kept going anyway AU where Floyd eventually forgives Veneer and they end up becoming besties a few years down the line and have girls nights ugh [NOT SHIP ART!!!] aaand Bonus doodle of when they take the curlers out or some shit dont look at me man

#floyd was convinced his hair was gonna look stupid with curls but hes a believer now #this is so stupid im sorry guys #can you tell i had fun writing the dialogue #trolls #trolls band together #floyd trolls #veneer trolls #im so tired i stayed up all night making this #veneer and his senior citizen best friend #my art

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letsbeapoemtogether · 2 months

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Susan Sontag, from "The Dummy", featured in I, Etcetera: Stories

#tired quotes #poetry #writersofinstagram #writing #writersociety #quotes #poems #aesthetic #poemsbyme #poemsociety #love

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mumblesplash · 4 months

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in honor of last season’s poem being called “”end poem”” (all quotes mandatory) this season i made one out of pieces of the actual end poem

#letting me just download the minecraft font? for free? a mistake #if you or a loved one have been suffering from RED TEXT you may be entitled to compensation #my art #god at this point i really do need a writing tag don’t i #<- will continue not addressing this #secret life #goodtimeswithscar #grian #secret life spoilers #sorry tumblr user livvi3love for not making one with all the deaths again #if you (or anyone) did want to illustrate this one as well you’re more than welcome to but i am not expecting anything #i can do an explainer thing again like i did last time but that is for tomorrow #right now i am just. very tired #but for now i will confirm yes the colors Matter #i literally made this on accident against my will #i was trying to DRAW

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tiredthingbehindyou · 4 months

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The Show Must Go On

(Part 1 'The Curtain Call')

At a gathering of all Furina's closest friends, including you and Neuvillette, Furina was being celebrated for her 574th birthday. Now that she was fully human, that was about equivalent to a normal human’s 74th birthday.

She was getting older, her hair was now a light, silver gray, she now had wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, she now had gray hairs around her scalp. She was indeed aging now… Just as Focalors said she would.

Despite her age, Furina’s party was quite the sight, with all of her friends gathering to see her. She was surrounded by love now, and that was all she ever asked for.

"How you doing, oldie?” You ask as you ruffle her silver hair. You hadn’t changed in appearance in the slightest.

You still remember when Furina burst into your house, yelling about her first gray hair among the white and blue. She seemed so happy that you forced yourself to hold back the tears at the first signs of your friend finally, truly aging.

Furina giggles, her hair was indeed beginning to feel quite thin and soft... but she was still as sweet as she was back then. She looks up at you, with her signature dimples on her cheeks.

"Oh, I am aging, aren't I?" She asks playfully, leaning up into your touch. "How have you been doing all these years, my dear?”

“I’m still kicking Neuv’s ass in board games. He’s got the heart, but always overthinks.” You chuckle and wrap your arm around your less-dramatic-than-usual friend. She had slowly started to do fewer and fewer stunts as her muscles weakened and her bones protested.

“How have you and Neuvillette been getting along?” Furina asked, nuzzling into your embrace. It was so warm in your arms, and she often needed to wrap a blanket around herself now.

You pause and whisper, "...comforting each other about your inevitable passing. You're getting older, Furina. You don't have many years left. Neuvillette and I are immortal; we stay on Teyvet forever, but you'll pass on through the gate."

"And do you know what?" Furina smiled brightly. "I'm okay with that. After all, what's the point of being immortal if you don't know what death feels like? I have lived over 500 years, and I'm okay with passing on."

"So don't be sad, okay?" She laughs softly. "I have lived such a happy life, filled with joy, laughter, love, and even a little bit of sorrow... I am so happy, I don't want you to be sad when I finally leave."

She grabbed your hand and led you deeper into the depths of the party. “For now, let’s party! Neuvillette pulled some strings and managed to get a bard all the way from Mondstant. The graying red-head who also delivered the alcohol said the bard was a drunkard.”

You pause and glance at Furina. “The doctor said you’re not supposed to drink, Furina!”

The old lady cackled in amusement and let go of your arm. She dashed deeper into the crowd much faster than she should’ve been able to, leaving you scrambling to head to the wine table, trying to stop her before she got drunk.

Nobody wanted to have to drain her house for the 6th time.

Furina lay on her bed, weak, frail, and ill... Her hair gray and soft, her face gaunt, and the lines on her face very pronounced, she was, finally, a fragile being.

It was a bittersweet sight to see, but Furina was content, despite how poorly she felt.

You and Neuvillette were sitting by her bedside, waiting, watching over her.You hold her hand softly as tears well up in your eyes. "It's okay, my dear... You can pass on now. We're ready. You don't need to stay for us."

"Don't cry, my dear..." Furina giggled softly, her voice growing soft, frail, she was weak. "I am not so scared anymore... I've accepted it... I'm no longer afraid of death."

"In fact, the only thing I am scared of now... is you and Neuvillette not being by my side when I go..." Tears began to stream down her face as she continued to grasp your hand. "Stay with me... Until the end..."

"We're here," Neuvillette said as he gripped his cane. "We'll be here until the end."

Furina smiled softly, her eyes growing misty, Neuvillette's voice was as comforting and tender as a feather. Furina looked at both of you as you sat by her side.

"Thank you..." she said softly, clutching their hand, squeezing it tightly. Her breath grew shallow, and you could hear the steady sound of her heart monitor.

These were her last moments alive...

As time passed by, Furina's grave had been made. A simple stone engraved with a simple epitaph.

Furina

An Actress with the soul of a Goddess,

A Goddess with the soul of an Actress,

May she live on in this world

Two people had gathered for Furina's grave, with candles and baskets of flowers placed around the area. Neuvillette and you were the two who stood by her grave.

"I must admit something," you say to Neuvillette, ashamed.

"What is it, dear?" Neuvillette asked softly, his voice as kind and tender as ever. There was no way to be ashamed in front of him. He would love you no matter what.

"I've forgotten her face," you admit. "I can't quite remember the shade of her eyes or the shape of her nose. The way her lips quirked up into a smile during interesting court cases escapes me."

Neuvillette takes a deep breath and pats your shoulder. "I too struggle with the same problem... But that does not mean she is not in our hearts."

He pauses for a moment before continuing. "We may not remember all of her traits, but we remember who she was, do we not? We remember her laugh, her smile, her quirky attitude, and we will always remember her."

He squeezes your hand softly. "And that is what matters..."

"I know," you whisper. "But it's like the memories are just out of reach. So agonizingly close that I can almost remember those things about her..." You trail off, letting your words hang in the air.

Neuvillette chuckles softly and places a hand on your shoulder once more. "And the harder you try to remember, the further they slip away from your grasp. Such is life..." He continues to smile softly, but you begin to realize even Neuvillette has forgotten some of Furina's traits, perhaps even more than you have…

"I think... I think her gravestone has been beaten up by the elements too much again." You kneel down and trace your fingers over the fading letters. "We should make her a new one again."

Neuvillette looks down, seeing the same thing as you are seeing, seeing how her gravestone has been damaged once more. But he sighs softly, patting you on the back.

"She deserves nothing less... we shall make her a new one." Neuvillette nods softly, a small smile playing on his lips as he offers his hand to help you up.

You let out a weak sob and punch the ground next to the tombstone. "You dumbass! Why?! Why did it have to be you?! If it wasn't for Celestia, Focalors wouldn't have had to sacrifice herself! And then you would still be here, Furina!"

"Shh, shh, it's all alright, my dear." Neuvillette gently placed a hand on your shoulder to comfort you as your sobs became worse. “If Furina could hear you right now, she would laugh and reprimand you for crying over her death."

"She wants you to be happy, not in tears and sorrow, she would definitely say to you, 'Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.'" Neuvillette chuckles softly, squeezing your shoulder tightly.

"You don't know that!" You snap, standing up and grabbing his robes in a fit of rage. "She isn't here! We don't know what her stupid face that neither of us can remember would say!"

Neuvillette pauses, letting you grab his robes as you lash out. "Perhaps you are right. Perhaps we will never know. Perhaps it is stupid to even have an idea of what she might have said."

"Yet... I know what she would want for us," Neuvillette's voice became tender once more. "She would want us to smile, to live our lives happily. As we mourn, we can not let our hearts be clouded and filled with grief and sorrow. Otherwise..."

He paused once more.

You let go of his robes and sat down next to the gravestone. "You can head back to the city. I'll stay here for a bit."

"If you... wish to stay in privacy, I shall take my leave... but may I first say something before I do so?" Neuvillette asks softly, looking at the gravestone while he waits for you to give him permission to speak.

"What?" You ask, irritated as you gently caress the grave of your closest friend.

"I just... wanted to tell you… That... I am glad it was you and not someone else..." Neuvillette pauses for a long moment, as if he is trying to find the right words.

"I... I'm glad it was you who got to be with her for all those years... Furina was... very lucky to have you by her side..."

Neuvillette looks at you, his expression solemn, there was little to no happiness in his eyes, as he slowly begins to walk away.

You close your eyes and lay on the ground in front of the gravestone once Neuvillette leaves. "...you idiot..."

The rain continues to fall, but you no longer care. The mud of the ground became wet from the rain and your tears, but you could not bring yourself to move.

"It's been centuries, Furina," you whisper. "And I'm starting to forget. Forget things about you. Things I shouldn't've forgotten."

You wrap your arms around her gravestone. "I miss you, you fucking bitch."

You let out a loud, bitter laugh through your tears. "I miss you... You stubborn, quirky, adorable, annoying, beautiful, gorgeous fool... I miss you. I miss you a lot."

Even as you insult her, you can't help but get this stupid smile on your face now, thinking back to all the memories you have made with her.

"I miss you, Furina..."

"You should be here, with your arm around me. We should've been talking about the last crazy trial. This should be one of those moments where we danced in the rain together." You sob loudly as you stumble over your words.

"If I had just one wish... It'd be that you didn't have to be gone. You should be here. With me. With Neuvillette. Helping us judge those stupid cases brought to court."

"And after those cases, we'd go get something sweet to eat. But Neuvillette and I had to make sure you didn't eat too much or else you'd go on one of your little...sprees."

"You would probably eat too many sweets and then go crazy and do something stupid, yeah... You would still be here, making Neuvillette and me have to constantly play nanny and stop you from doing something dumb... But in the end we would laugh, we would be so happy..."

Tears stream down your face as your heart yearns for her presence once more. "I want to hold you and laugh with you.. I want to joke with you... I want to live life with you... I want it all back, just one more time..."

You kiss her gravestone before falling asleep at the base of it.

The ghost of Furina looked at you. She saw the way you tried to keep yourself together as you kissed her grave and spoke so sorrowfully...

She also heard the words you were whispering, how you wanted nothing more than to hold her and feel her warmth and laugh with her more.

Furina slowly walks forward and hovers above your face, her long, silver-gray hair blowing softly from the winds of the rain. She gently placed a translucent hand on your cheek.

It was all she could do for you now...

And it was enough.

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