Transient Happiness

[lightofhumanity]

Characters: chaos and you.
Setting: The graveyard, the meadow, and then the graveyard again.
Format: I'm starting in prose, but I'll match you!~
Summary: chaos goes to visit Mary's grave to tell her of the elevation in his and Sertoria's relationship and that he still loves her even if he loves and stays with Sertoria..only to find the androids grave. Hurt by the sudden loss and the fact that he was unable to tell her the truth, chaos goes to the meadow to pick flowers for her before visiting her grave again and breaking down a little.
Warnings: Other than a crying chaos, none at this point.

It had been awhile since the two had last seen each other, and chaos wanted to tell Sertoria the truth about himself pretty soon and, if she wished, have a picnic. Had he used his powers to sense her out, he would have come to the horrible conclusion immediately, but he had been trying to cut back on using them unless he had to or really wanted to and could hide it. However, before any picnic could begin, chaos wanted to at least chat with Mary and tell the grave-and her soul, if what had killed him was Mary's soul, and if she was even listening-that though he had accepted a new lover into his life, he still held her in the highest regard and loved her with all his heart. A new love would not and could not change that.

So, he smiled as he walked into the graveyard and wandered amongst the stones, going over in his mind what he was going to say and looking at the gravestones idily..when one name caught his eye.

Sertoria. Before he could tell her the truth, before he could spend more private time with her and be happy in a wonderful relationship she had..vanished and gone back to her own world. While Ruana would have a very tough time at harming her, he knew that being all alone, without him or Doc or any of the friends she had made her would make her very lonely and bring her even more pain, the type that was familiar to him and most other immortals.

Stunned, he stood there a moment, silently, looking at the grave and patting it before turning and leaving. He would come back, but..if they could not have a picnic, she at least deserved something else.

If one wandered into the meadow for any reason, they would see chaos, picking flowers for a huge bouquet and looking rather out of it. He was not smiling, and it looked like he was following war orders than picking flowers of his own free will. However, he would stop and chat with anyone that spoke to him.

When chaos had picked enough flowers, he would come back to the graveyard and arrange them all so that Sertoria's grave was covered in colorful flowers, like one would cover up a friend with a blanket. He then sighed and put a hand on the grave, trying to calm himself, but failing miserably.

"I..am sorry, Sertoria. If I had known..no. I should have told you the truth sooner. I should have told you everything before this happened. I am so sorry..and I shall try to make sure that you are not alone any more than you have to be. I shall help the others, which shall help you."

He spoke quietly to the grave, and, crying quietly as he spoke, he took off the blue necklace around his neck and put it in front of the grave. Normally, he would feel a bit better upon taking that off, but, with the loss of Sertoria, he didn't notice any change at all. He just kept on crying, not bothering to wipe up the tears.

Comments

[lightofhumanity]

[At that, chaos actually sighed, thinking.]

I..do not exactly know. A week at the most, perhaps, a few days..I don't know exactly when she vanished. Only that she is now gone.

[bashfulshifter]

[He nods, silent, wrapping his arms around his chest. Just like that...]

...We sh--should... [Rick makes vague, limp gestures at the stairs.]

[lightofhumanity]

[chaos nodded at the gestures, but..it would probably be best if Rick had a few minutes to steel and calm himself as best he could.]

We should..but would you not like to give her a few flowers when you see her grave?

[bashfulshifter]

[He doesn't answer immediately. It's odd for him to feel so absolutely despondent about what it is he's capable of doing--so completely helpless when faced with a situation and given some way to alleviate it. Most of the time he finds a way to work around his problems, even avoid them if he has to, so long as it makes the pain go away. But somehow, the idea of picking flowers to bring to Sertoria's grave strikes him as...empty. There's no reassurance to be found in this ritual. It was the same sort of feeling he got as a kid, when his parents would bring him to the cemetery and leave little trinkets by his baby sister's plot. Certainly he felt sadness, and he mourned her loss like he reasonably should, but...giving her things only made him think of the experiences he could have had with her, like they were trying to fabricate memories of her that didn't exist. It was, looking back, rather surreal.]

[...But if it makes chaos feel better...]

...Yes.

[Face pale, eyes distant, Rick stiffly turns away and walks to the nearest patch of meadow flowers.]

[lightofhumanity]

[chaos had decided to give Rick a choice to wait a little while so that he could calm himself down and prepare, but if he had said no, he would have been fine with that. He had lost quite a few people during his long life, but ever since Earth was destroyed, it was harder to give the dead the exact flowers you wanted sometimes, and sometimes you couldn't give them flowers at all, depending upon the situation. Mary had been buried with flowers though, and he would at least like to do something similar for Sertoria.

So, quietly, chaos watched Rick as he turned away and walked toward the flowers. He would wait, and Rick could take as long as he wanted.]