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Brant and Jolie meeting
what if brant was forever haunted by his memories of Jolie
I don't like that Brant died during Lumenaria, I wanted him to stick around for when (if) Jolie became more plot relevant. Not for redemption, but so he stays traumatized. This is set right after Lodestar.
I'm not claiming this is good. I'm dead tired right now 😠Although maybe listening to it with Can't Catch Me Now will help with the atmosphere:
The empty streets of Mysterium were covered in the falling snow of December. Only in the lower class cities did elves have to deal with harsh weather, but they bragged it gave them more strength than the snobby elite. Brant and Jolie also enjoyed feeling the proof of the outside world through every breeze, every drop of rain.
Brant looked down the street he turned onto, and recalled the night that rain poured down in bucketfuls over their heads and Jolie jumped around in the water. He saw her there, like a ghost in the street. The balefire reflected off of the puddles. Flashers made use of their abilities to cast liquid rainbows onto the bricks beneath them. Everything was beautiful that night, but Jolie was the most beautiful of all.
At the end of the street was the shop where he bought her a dress. She was standing on the other side of the window. He could see her at a rack, picking out a simple lavender gown. It hadn't compared to anything else she owned, but Brant bought it for her because the color made her radiant. Phantom arms hugged him around his neck, solid ones did before.
On every familiar corner, there Jolie was. Sat with her open diary on a wooden bench, balanced on every railing, swarmed with the children she passed out lusters to if they guessed her number. They always did. He stopped at an old popular tavern from their adolescence. She danced and sang stories to the patrons while they drained their cinnacremes and shouted along. The tavern was near empty, like her presence haunted the place. Jolie stood at the entrance, sweaty and energetic from a night of performing. She stared at him. In disappointment, anger, fear, and still visible, dreadful, love. Love he never deserved. Still didn't deserve.
The falling snow started to feel like the ashes that covered her body, the sharp biting cold burned like a licking flame. Like Everblaze. He blinked and she disappeared. Just like that. Jolie would be back. She would be back to consume more of his nightmares. Every turn of his head, she would be there. He could never touch her again, speak to her, but she was always there. Out of reach. Brant realized something else as he turned and fled the village; he would be doomed to spend eternity alive with the memory of what he had done. It'd weigh on him for every single minute of it, and the guilt wouldn't fade with time.