There are things in life you'll learn and
Oh, in time you'll see.

It was all familiar here. The streets, the houses, the city itself felt like home again. He always said he didn't much like it here, but now he realized how much he missed it. It wasn't the sites or the feel of the city. It was the people. One person, actually. It was the whole reason he came here, back to America. He came here to start over, and that's exactly what he did. He was away from the scandal of England and the hardships of Russia. It felt like he was starting over once more just by visiting. He felt fresh and free.

The car came up to the one house he had been waiting to visit for months. It was all the same, nothing had changed. He stepped out of his car, walked up to the door, and knocked.

Don't run, don't hide, it will be alright.

The door opened, there she was, staring up at him in pleasant shock. She embraced him, only able to wrap around his waist because of his height. He returned her hug, running a hand down her prismatic hair. It was a clear difference from his dusty gray hair. She led him inside, sitting him down on the couch and greeting him once more. They caught up, him telling her of what he had been doing in Russia. She didn't say much about herself. She only told him that she was lonely. It was pretty clear to him why.

Time passed. They made lemonade, spoke about cooking, just talking for the sake of talking. Once again he wrapped his arms around her, dropping his voice to a whisper.

“I missed you...”

She felt like she was melting in his arms. “I love you...”

He wasn't allowed to love though. He was held back from it. If he loved anyone, they would only be hurt. He had to deny it. He had to protect her. It would hurt, but not as much as it would to see her broken for good. He began to pull away.

She paused, “... Do you love me?”

He couldn't answer her. He looked away, hooding his eyes. “I want to...

It's raining again Death.

The hollow, dry, unfeeling rain. It falls though me and shatters my heart, brings me back to you... Why, you will not let go of me. I am unable to rest, your hate, twisted wanting and love chains me here. The poppies weep, and their blood lends no comfort to the ground. And so my presence, you claim will help you, for the poppies lend no comfort to those whose tears fall upon their petals in rememberance of the dark past.

Even blood drys.
Even hate subsides.
Even love, lingers.
Ever my forgiveness, dwells.

Oh, will you not, set me free?

Death is crying...... for me?
Weeping death, Crying Death, my maker. Towering sorrow, is your name. Lingering darkness. Thundering hooves. I will put poppies on thy grave.

Listen to my voice, listen to me.
I am here, I am here.

Keep it literate, please. Setting and such can be decided once you ask to join. Deer can be used multiple times and uuuuh I think that's it. 8D However I'm really...not in the mood to rp with dragons/catwolf/sparkledurrs of any sort, thank you. -feels shitty-

Aeros is very well. Deer only.
Pan is fien but only available for nonsrs rp's because really do you expect her to be srs? C: Durr or hooman.
Tuna is totally frazzled, so she'll try to put up with people, but may lash out. Human preferred, but durr is okay too.
Oz is PRETTY SMASHING but not getting enough tiem with his kid. :\ Human or deer.

(Death warning, this explains a bit about Skinner's story, on Bones' part. Skinner is not my character.)

The brick streets of London clacked under my boots. I, dressed completely in black did not exactly stand out in the crowd, each and every one, mothers and fathers of whores or those who wanted some entertainment. I saw Steven's red face among the crowd. The wind whipped across the ground, catching powdery snow as it went. Gray was the sky, and cold was the day when the noose was fitted around the Captain's head. A bag covered her face-- filled with sorrow not so much for her own death but for capital punishment by the hands of those she hated most. The government.


The wooden handle was smooth on my gloved hand. My face hidden beneath a black shroud, it took me a moment to pull the sweet trigger. The hot, round bullet melted falling snow in mid air. A bubble of people clearing away from me, I lingered enough to see.... the scarlet, dripping circle that showed me my aim was true, and that the life of Captain Skinner, had come to an end. Within my soul I screamed hate, sorrow and all ungodly things into the cold air, but I was silent and stiff. The crowd gasped, screamed and then cheered as the lifeless body of Skinner dropped to the length of the rope and dangled there unmoving and silent.

I slipped out of sight, weaving my way through the medium sized-crowd a moment before it was too late to consider escape at the hands of the authorities.