There she was.
His lover, his Charlotte. When his eyes slid closed and darkness over took him, he could almost see her. She stood with every ghost of his past, leading them, the hand of their daughter clasped firmly in hers while they waved to him, to their lover, their husband. Their father, their friend, their teacher, their protector. Their fiance. The love of their all too short lives - and the only exception was her, his best and brightest. The one.
But then his eyes were open again and he was fighting death like everyone wanted him to and it was a dream, it had to be a dream. His life was pain and death and suffering and loss and nothing as good as she’d been could be anything but a dream. So she wasn’t real. She’d never been real. But she’d felt it - she’d lived a lifetime with him and yet there was no way…
His eyes glanced over the faces above him, looking for her in each of them. Had he created her, he wondered. Had he dreamed her up - or had her arms around him, her lips on his, her thighs on his waist…had it been as real as he’d wanted it to be?
His eyes slid closed again and he was lost, dreaming - or remembering. It didn’t matter anymore, because she was it. His best, his last, his only. And when the last of his human breath left him, he wasn’t sad any longer. He was excited. He was going to be with her, once and for all. No more judgment, no more obstacles. They could be with one another and it would be better than a dream because this time…it would be for real.
It would be for always.
His old life over was over for good, finally caught up to his reality and only one thing remained. He slipped past his final goodbyes, escaped from the old bonds and then he was taking her hands and looking at her wonderingly, as if he’d never seen her before. Light flashed off a ring on her hand and he examined it, smiling at her curiously.
“Yours,” she said. “To me.”
“I remember you,” he said, “but I don’t.”
“I know,” she replied and they stood quietly for a moment. She shifted some, smiled up at him. “We have time, you know.”
“For what?”
She brushed a hand along his cheek. “For you to remember.”
“Remember what?” He couldn’t help the questions.
“The new memories we’re going to make,” she said, as if it explained everything.
And it did.
(Source: charlottethepetrova, via thewakeofdevastation)
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No problem. I couldn’t really think of anyone else. She suggested you. So, you’re Kierian’s god mother.
It’s very sweet… I’m more honored than you know. Though, I warn you.. I’m not much of a parent, you know. Ask Annabelle, I’m sure she’ll tell you.
(Source: prepare-for-surgery, via prepare-for-surgery)
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I’m quite well. It has been. Alisa and I wanted you to know that you are going to out son’s god mother. If that’s alright with you.
Knockout, I… I can’t believe it. Thank you so so much. I don’t even know what to say.
(Source: prepare-for-surgery, via prepare-for-surgery)
OOC;
So I deleted Damon. I deleted most of my other RP accounts and, to be quite honest, I don’t think Charlie has much of a plot line right now… and no relationships. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll keep her around. Just a warning.
(Source: petrovafever)
