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a leaving meme

People leave other people behind. All the time. Sometimes they go for a week, and sometimes they go forever; and sometimes they go without knowing which it will be. Sometimes how you say goodbye changes that completely.

How will you let them leave?

HOW TO PLAY
★ Comment with your character and preferences, including preferences for being the one to leave or the one to stay.
★ RNG for relationships and reasons--or just have at it because you're an independent spirit who picks their own things.
★ Have happy send offs or tearful partings! Don't let them go-- or do!

relationships:
1. Family - parents, siblings, cousin five times removed; leaving family is a complicated thing.
2. Friends - since childhood or since yesterday; why you leavin' your buddy, guy?
3. Enemies - finally, they'll be gone; will you maybe kinda miss them?
4. Romancers - genderfriends, married types, FWBs; and now you'll have no kisses at all.
5. Other - maybe you just want your neighbor to get the mail or maybe you just started sobbing on a stranger at an airport; who knows.

reasons for leaving:
a. Growing Up - it's just time you moved on from your life here. alone. no hard feelings. (probably.)
b. Getting Better - you love it here, really, but it's not the right place for you to be. time to go somewhere you'll get happier.
c. Running Away - everything here is wrong. maybe you need to convince them to come with you while you flee.
d. The Good Fight - your number's up, and it's time to go look after the home front--from far away from home.
e. The Broken Heart - you honestly have no idea where you're going, but those darn feelings of yours aren't letting you stay here.
f. Other - insert that very specific reason you've got to go here.

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[Considering her mythos haha she can be leaving or staying. Feel free to take either side and just let me know!]

[ She knows it's important for the seasons to turn. She knows it's important to let the world turn and the spring come with that turning.

But that doesn't mean the queen of the underworld doesn't have an entirely displeased (and possibly just slightly overly dramatic) dryad clinging to her leg. ]

Can't it wait just a little longer?

[A queen isn't meant to play favorites, but it was hard to deny that Persephone had a soft spot for Eurydice. Perhaps it was the familiarity of having a dryad to speak with, but she had become a good friend--and one she was just as reluctant to leave.]

You know how my mother can be...she won't be happy if I am late. And I believe the mortals are quite impatient for Spring to come...

I wish I could stay.

[ It wouldn't do, of course, to inconvenience Demeter. It really didn't do to inconvenience Demeter's daughter, particularly while an inhabitant of the Underworld.

B u t. ]

But you'll be gone so long. [ Which always made the gentler seasons in the world above feel like harsh winter in the world below. ] It's always so-- bitter, when you go.

[Honestly it was her mother's reaction she worried most about when it came to delaying her return--she had a temper that the earth and mortals had seen enough of to last several millenia.]

If I could be back sooner, I would be...[She sighs. Even though she brought the spring and helped it stretch into summer, the joy above always had a bitter aftertaste to it, knowing that those that remained below came into their own barren winter of sorts during the months she was gone.] I know...If I could bring others with me, I would...

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[Not sure how well she'd do with something romantic, but otherwise open!]

[Doesn't matter if she leaves or stays, Emma has done both in canon.]

[available in Narnia or England flavours; probably the one staying.]

{ooc; Probably staying. In the Underworld. Prrrobably.}

((I can make it work whether she's leaving or staying.))

It wasn't something Éomer had prepared himself for. Oh, he'd known the day would come when his sister would marry and begin a life with her husband, but somehow he'd always seen them staying here in Edoras, remaining at Meduseld, where she belonged.

That she'd marry a Gondorian Captain and be leaving for Ithilien within a fortnight he hadn't foreseen.

Not that he didn't like his sister's choice of husband; Faramir was a man of great worth and respectability--despite his titles as the Steward of Gondor and Captain of the White Tower and even Prince of Ithilien, what was more important, at least in Éomer's view, was that he truly loved Éowyn. Even a blind man could see it.

However, as happy as he was for them both, the new King of Rohan still felt...off-kilter regarding the realization that very soon his sister, his other half, would no longer be within reach. Hence his moody brooding when no one else was about, trying to settle this--unease.

The hardships were now but a faraway dream, despite lingering on her memory still. She was young, many of them were, but at times she had doubted that the darkness would ever rise from their lands. When she had rode out to battle, she had never expected to return. She thought that would be it, her moment of highest honor, her greatest sacrifice for her Kingdom - for her King and uncle, a man she loved as a father.

But another day had come, and with it, the sun had shone upon the race of Men once again. The ring gone, the tower crumbling to the ground, and finally... peace. A new life, and love, a promise of a future she so long ago had given up on. She could see nothing but hope in days ahead, and it filled her with immense joy.

Bittersweet the feeling was, however, for Théoden had not been next to her and Éomer to see the celebrations, he had not been there to carry her to the man she had promised herself to on her wedding day - he had not seen Éowyn on that most joyful day. His loss was still fresh in her memory, and his absence lingered like a hole in her heart.

After her wedding, she had returned to Rohan. She had to, for she wanted to part from her uncle one last time, to tell him of the peace and joy, and how, just as he had hoped, she had smiled once again. And now, another parting was to come. She knew it was not an easy one either, by the way Éomer became quieter with each passing day, and rarer were the smiles he offered her. She was sad for it, it was her brother and she had never been away from him for too long, and now... she would build a life so far from him.

"My Lord," she spoke, approaching Éomer where he stood outside, overlooking the city. The title still felt odd in her tongue, but more than her brother, he was King now. "You've grown quiet."

The sun had yet to rise over the mountains behind Meduseld, leaving the plains of Rohan beyond Edoras hazed in the coming dawn's soft glow. Éomer leaned against the solid wood of his Hall, cloaked against the morn's crisp breeze and idly smoking his pipe, the leaf a gift from a certain Esquire, now back home with his fellows in the Shire.

The stationed guard straightened a touch, alerting the King to a new presence and he lowered his gaze upon hearing his sister's light voice. Éomer knocked a few ashes from his pipe, saying in return, "You do not have to address me so formally, Éowyn." He glanced over at her through ever-tousled blond locks, the barest hint of a forlorn smile crooking the corner of his mouth. "I'm still your brother, you know."

She lowered her head apologetically at his response. She knew that, of course, yet it was only in her upbringing to approach him in that way. She had no qualms in dropping formalities upon his request, however, she was even glad to do so, only glancing briefly at the guard in a silent request for privacy. As soon as the man had put a few more feet of distance between them, she replied.

"My apologies. You are right, of course," she offered instead, a hand raising until she came to rest it upon his arm, soft and familiar, yet somehow pleading for him to look at her. "Éomer. What is it the matter? Please, talk to me."

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let's be real, Éowyn would have his head before Éomer ever came close.

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lmao, no kidding, right?!

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I think this is okay to wrap up? What do you think?

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((Alright with either leaving or staying, both work.))

Edited 2014-02-09 15:39 (UTC)

[ just...pretend this is even possible, lol ]

Autumn was waning. Soon winter would blanket the land in its white, breathless grip. Walking along the streets of the newly built city of Dale, Tauriel sighed. The beginning of winter, to her, had always seemed like a time of rest, a time to disappear into the forest and sleep, emerging with the new spring refreshed, rejuvenated.

As Captain of the King's Guard, she was, however, thankful that her station had permitted her to skip all the tedious political engagements between the elven and dwarven delegates, now that there was again a King Under the Mountain. The right King; Thorin Oakenshield had kept his word to the people of Laketown and all now shared in the wealth of Erebor.

Yet, despite the prosperity of the past year, Tauriel's heart nevertheless lay heavy in her breast; she and her kith were leaving for the Wood within the next day or so, and she'd hidden disappointment from her companions that she'd not yet seen the one person she'd so hoped to see, if only to assure herself that he was indeed hale and hearty. From what she'd been able to glean, he and his brother had been leading a party to drive off the last remaining orcs within the vicinity of the mountain--she could only pray to the Valar that he returned safely.

Ignoring the looks and stares, some overt, others not so, received from the people of Dale, the elfmaid continued her almost forlorn wandering through the city, eventually fetching up on one of the high tower parapets, gazing out over the last Dwarven Kingdom of Middle-Earth.

((sure it is! AU's are my bread and butter when it comes to these two haha.))

Chasing the remaining orcs off the lands had proven to be a task much harder than anticipated. The fact that the orcs were fewer in number meant they easily lost track of them, went in wrong directions, and sometimes the distance between them became greater rather than shorter. Eventually they had succeeded, killing off most, if not all of them, and they had returned to Erebor tired and aching, yearning for no more than a day's sleep and supper fit to feed a wolf.

But there was no rest awaiting the young prince. Being the oldest of the two, his brother Fíli was expected to be more involved with formal proceedings, but that did not mean that some of the work didn't fall on Kíli as well. Much to his misery, a pile of paperwork had been assigned to him as soon as he found himself back at the Lonely Mountain, and oh, did he hate paperwork. He cursed to Mahal and back for such formalities when to him a simple handshake should have been more than enough to settle matters.

He found himself often thinking of Tauriel, of how he had not seen her for so long, weeks... perhaps months, he was not sure anymore. He had at least heard that the Elves were still in Dale, now that the city had been rebuilt nearly to its former glory, so for a while he focused on fulfilling his duties, dreadfully boring as they may be. But when news of their departing reached his ears, Kíli had to stop everything. He absolutely refused to let her leave with seeing her one last time.

With that in mind, he put everything aside for the day and set off to find Tauriel. He had to make a quick dash to avoid all that tried to stop him, possibly following his uncle's orders, but he would have none of that. It was in no time that he had reached the city, and less than that to learn where she was upon inquiry.

"Tauriel!" he called out as he spotted her on top of the tower, and he waved openly at her, a gesture that earned him more than just a couple of odd stares. He resumed his running, into the tower and up the stairs, until he reached the top. "Tauriel, I..."

He gasped for air, holding a hand up for her to wait while he leaned over and took a few deep, calming breaths that burnt on his throat a little. "I had to see you. So here I am."

[ hi, i can elvish. also YAY! they deserve some happies, Mahal knows. ]

As a courtesy to the people of Dale, and also out of a semblance of goodwill, the visiting Mirkwood elves had set aside their weapons while in the city proper. But no elf ever went truly weaponless, although one would possess sharp eyes indeed to locate any of the sort upon the city's elven guests. Thus, Tauriel's hand immediately went to her back at the first sound of her name, floating high on the breeze, and she abruptly whirled, but breath caught in her throat as she recognized the dark haired figure waving up at her.

An instinct whispered for her to run to meet him, but her feet had somehow frozen to the stone. A lump of sheer relief clogged her throat, and she could only whisper his name in return as she watched him bolt for the tower's entrance. Her head felt so light; unable to fathom why, the elf simply waited, leaning surreptitiously on the parapet's edge due to a strange wobble in her knees all of the sudden.

It was only when Kíli bounded through the upstairs entrance did her full smile emerge and she forced her recalcitrant feet into motion, holding out her hands to him as she approached.

"...Kíli," she said in greeting, feeling her cheeks strangely heat and lowered her head in hopes that her hair would hide their flush. "Glassen an achened le, mellonamin."

Edited (but apparently i can't html omgself) 2014-02-11 00:33 (UTC)

((I know about the same amount of elvish as kíli, which is... nothing. Wuops. Well, I do know mellon and its variations so there's that.))

Kíli finally stood upright again, his breathing not yet recovered but nearly there. At last he looked upon her, her smile planting an even bigger one on his own face, her hands stretched out as if beckoning him close. That was how he saw it anyway, and without much hesitance he ran forward the last few feet and wrapped his arms around her waist in a hug.

He didn't know the words she spoke. He only vaguely understood the sentiment behind them, and he hoped that it was the same one he shared at that moment. His heart beat rapidly in his chest, and not as much from the racing anymore. As he closed his eyes, he mused quietly how she smelled of the trees and the grass of the forest, despite having stayed away for so long.

"I have missed you," he let out with a relieved sigh, as if he had been waiting for that one moment to finally let go of all worries and rest. "Very much."