Mended souls

This was not how she pictured the end—this was the end, was it not? The darkness that enveloped her was warm and inviting. It was not cold and cruel as she imagined. She was no longer in that nightmare of a cave—she wasn't anywhere, it seemed, at first. She could feel herself melting into the nothingness that consumed her, letting it mold and mend her as it saw fit. She didn't fight it, she wasn't even sure if she could. There was a hum, soft and soothing. It buzzed around her very being, whatever that being was, now.

She existed within something, rather than was something in this moment. The hum and warmth that carried her now was growing more noticeable, more distinct. The hum morphed into something much more than a steady vibration, now taking form of a familiar tune, like something she's heard before. And the warmth she was being carried in was now a soft caress of another form that felt molded to what would have been her most recent form. The melody she hears pauses, and in place of a hum being sung, words are being cooed, "My beautiful family, together for enternity." her past life's tongue is slow to click, and then she fully understands it—understands her. A voice she hasn't heard in—how long has it been? She doesn't linger on that fact. She feels momentum gain, as if being tossed into somewhere, into to something, and no longer is it darkness that greets her, but the face of the soul she came to know as a mother, one she lost so long ago but now sees and hears her crystal clear. She feels her here.

A sob cracks the voice it feels like she hasn't used in lifetimes, "Momma?" she cries softly, moving towards her without hesitation. She's welcomed into an embrace that she could melt into, so she never has to leave it ever again. She silences herself, recalling her mother's words. "Family?" she asks through a sob. And almost instantly she can feel a sudden pull on the strings that brought her here. Her mother offers only a smile and nod past her, prompting Lorelei to glance the other way. The piece of her that felt cleave in half so long ago is what was pulling at her, begging for the other half that was needed to be complete. "Crixus—" she cries out, slowly turning to make her way to him. As she nears him, she feels every bit of despair, sorrow, regret, even Hate that she felt leading up to her final moments that stemmed from his death. As she approaches, those feelings all pass as if a very distant memory, and she feels the opposite of each one of them, similar to how she felt during their first year of life together. She clings to this moment, not wanting to let it go. "If this is where you choose to stay, you have that ability". her mother speaks softly behind her, as if she could feel and hear lorelei's thoughts herself. Without a doubt, she chooses this—wherever, whenever, whatever it was. She would remain here for enternity.


"speech" "thoughts"

He watched her at times and could only idly scowl at the company she chose to keep. No longer there to guide and maneuver her through the paths laid in her wake, and so, she would find that one path in particular would lead to her end. It pained him to see her slowly wither into nothing soon after his death, but she always was the parts of him he could not be. Without him she didn't exist, and vice versa, for the road after his death was a lonely one when not walking alongside her. Her voice echoed in the distance as she called out for their mother first, and then the rest of their family, though there were few. He was the last she would call on, but he took no offense because when she did see him her eyes lit up livelier than he could remember. "You're not suppose to be here," he released a long sigh while he looked over her. "You were suppose to move forward and have a family of your own." Now it was as those the Ambrosia's never existed. Crixus was happy she was here with him, selfishly, but she had always been the better of the both of them.

His brows knit together as the anger brewed in him against the one who killed her. If still in his mortal skin he would make them pay, slowly, painfully, and with all means of torture he could think. It didn't matter now though because he was incapable of doing any of that. She was here now, for eternity, back with the small size gathering of a family they had a long time ago. Their mother looked over them in the distance, satisfied that her family was back together again.