Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160218071019/@comment-26571677-20160304084647

"Ha. Haha. Hahahahaha!"

His laugh was the most sincere in multiple years, and his face was one of the purest form of joy.

"My God...I'm...I'm speechless."

The holograms were starkingly real, and the fact that it looked like they were walking in the sky gave an incredibly beautiful and debilitating sense of inner-peace.

I suppose this is what it's like to be a bird

He would have simply stretched his arms and enjoyed the complete feeling of rare freedom if not for the fireworks.

The colours burst around them, and time seemed to slow as both of them admired the view.

Red. Blue. Purple. Green. Amber. All those colours were barely one-eighth of all the bright and beautiful colours flashing across the sky and colliding around them.

The popping of fireworks and the sounds of sparking were a wonder to the ears, and calmed him more than he ever thought it could. At that very moment, with the person he loved at his side, the freedom of flight, and the beauty of colour, everything seemed to be perfect.

But it had to end eventually, and when the last Catherine's Wheel faded out, The Silver Shadow ascended, bringing them above the clouds, and into the gaze of the astonishingly pale and beautiful full moon.

In the blink of an eye, the platform around them lightened as if it really were being illuminated by the moon. Below them was the bumpy softness of the clouds that seemed to drift along slowly, lazily, but it provided the most fitting backdrop he'd ever seen.

He broke the silence, remembering one of his girlfriend's favourite pastimes. He pulled out something from his front pocket, and kissed it secretly, it would be one of his most precious gifts.

"Hey Zhu-Li? I...I know you like writing poetry and uh...so...so did my mom, *sniff*"

Unconsciously, tears started to roll of his face, but he made no attempt to wipe them away. They were ones of both immesurable grief, and unimaginable happiness.

"I...I want you to have this, it's one of the possessions that I still have of my...*sniff*...my mother."

He tied to hand her the pen, still looking into the moon. A tiny open-mouthed smile on his face appeared, but it was betrayed by his tears.

"It's...it's what she would have wanted, I never used it anyway."

It was engraved with multiple indistinguishable waves and flower blooms. The pen was made out of Black Onyx, yellow gold, silver, and fossil-grey titanium.

On the bottom edge of the cap were small, almost unseeable inscriptions.

Semper et ubique praesens sum apud vos

I am with you, always and everywhere

Garnet Nightshade

"Just...write so,etching beautiful with it. Something that people will remember. That's all I ask. Please."

He placed it with shaking hands into her palms, and closed her fist around it, still not looking at her, and felt the bumps of the engravings, and the weight of the pen one last time, before letting go.

(Have this for the feels, and a visual aid.)