Hymn for the Missing - Wreaths This was such an interesting custom, nothing like anything Esme had known. But knowing that ghosts and spirits are indeed real, just made him want to assist in their passage. It felt only right.
Finding a nice clear spot to release a wreath or two wasn't hard, but approaching someone to ask as his partner was more intimidating. It was for a good cause though, so he stepped up to the first person he spotted.
"Um...'scuse me? Are you also doing wreaths by chance?"
Hymn for the Missing - Lanterns If he was honest, it would probably have taken around twenty candles to really cover the people he missed, but instead he focused on two. There hadn't been much time to think about home and his parents, and he'd kind of avoided doing so as much as he could in favor of filling the void with his new loved ones. This was the perfect moment to think about that closure though.
Sitting on the edge of a rooftop and enjoying the cool evening breeze, he looked down at the two lanterns in his hands. Was it magic that carried it into the air, or science? Maybe both, though there wasn't much of a difference in his understanding.
What mattered was the doing, so he held the lanterns close. He thought long and hard. About things he appreciated from his life with them, regrets for never becoming the man they wanted him to be and never making it home, the love he still had for, the feelings of loss knowing they were gone alongside his entire world and there was no going back, and a little bit of hope that they had lived well with his fetch providing what he couldn't.
But once he was finished, he found that he couldn't release the lanterns. Couldn't make himself do it.
Hymn for the Missing - Ghost Mischief Was it a bad idea to just let a ghost possess you? A lot of people would probably say yes. Right now the answer was probably absolutely yes. But Esme had done it because it was meant to help, and now stood balanced on a tall tent pole a megaphone in hand.
"This is an invitation to clear your schedules for an exhilarating performance. In three hours, at 3pm I will grace you all with a death defying stunt as my final send-off before my journey to the great beyond. Trust me, you won't want to miss it!"
Pumpkins Scream in the Dead of Nightwake - Part 2 Normally an excess of crops like this would be an amazing boon outright. But the corn mazes were an obvious case of too much of a good thing, so Esme didn't hesitate to take up a scythe and set to work. It was hard work, so he focused on trying to clear doorways and alleys, listening for anyone who might have gotten lost.
Esme Faulkner | Changeling the Lost | Autumn
This was such an interesting custom, nothing like anything Esme had known. But knowing that ghosts and spirits are indeed real, just made him want to assist in their passage. It felt only right.
Finding a nice clear spot to release a wreath or two wasn't hard, but approaching someone to ask as his partner was more intimidating. It was for a good cause though, so he stepped up to the first person he spotted.
"Um...'scuse me? Are you also doing wreaths by chance?"
Hymn for the Missing - Lanterns
If he was honest, it would probably have taken around twenty candles to really cover the people he missed, but instead he focused on two. There hadn't been much time to think about home and his parents, and he'd kind of avoided doing so as much as he could in favor of filling the void with his new loved ones. This was the perfect moment to think about that closure though.
Sitting on the edge of a rooftop and enjoying the cool evening breeze, he looked down at the two lanterns in his hands. Was it magic that carried it into the air, or science? Maybe both, though there wasn't much of a difference in his understanding.
What mattered was the doing, so he held the lanterns close. He thought long and hard. About things he appreciated from his life with them, regrets for never becoming the man they wanted him to be and never making it home, the love he still had for, the feelings of loss knowing they were gone alongside his entire world and there was no going back, and a little bit of hope that they had lived well with his fetch providing what he couldn't.
But once he was finished, he found that he couldn't release the lanterns. Couldn't make himself do it.
Hymn for the Missing - Ghost Mischief
Was it a bad idea to just let a ghost possess you? A lot of people would probably say yes. Right now the answer was probably absolutely yes. But Esme had done it because it was meant to help, and now stood balanced on a tall tent pole a megaphone in hand.
"This is an invitation to clear your schedules for an exhilarating performance. In three hours, at 3pm I will grace you all with a death defying stunt as my final send-off before my journey to the great beyond. Trust me, you won't want to miss it!"
Pumpkins Scream in the Dead of Nightwake - Part 2
Normally an excess of crops like this would be an amazing boon outright. But the corn mazes were an obvious case of too much of a good thing, so Esme didn't hesitate to take up a scythe and set to work. It was hard work, so he focused on trying to clear doorways and alleys, listening for anyone who might have gotten lost.
"Anyone in need here?"