Between Angels and Insects
He was surrounded by sorrow.
His heart was filled with so many emotions, he couldn't recount what they all were.
All her belongings reminded him of her existence.
This house reminded him of her devotion to him.
Most of it was bagged and ready to go.
But her memory remained.
He knew he had to being to accept the fact that his mother was gone…
…and he wasn't going to see her again.
All he wanted was to be alone with his thoughts but…
"Meris," she spoke in her typically energetic manner as she approached him with another bag filled with his mother's things.
"Thank you, Punkin… you are aware that you didn't have to come all this way with me, right?"
"I wanted to come and the Academy was getting kind of dull and the last time I got bored I blew up Aarin, I mean Professor Gend, with that huge flare trap, remember." She rubbed the back of her neck with her purple gloved hand, "I was planning on skipping town for a couple of moons anyway and being here with you, well…it makes me feel better. Do I make you feel better by being here," The just under five foot tall human girl looked up into his sparkling purple eyes.
"How can you feel comfortable around me a-a… daemonfey. I don't even know why my mother kept me?" The half demon/ half elf with dark indigo hair that brushed along his shoulders and a tiny pair of silver horns that curve ever so slightly away from his head looked down at his girlfriend.
Punkin Capernun was the kind of girl that no one could stay angry with and could charm anyone with just a quick smile or with a few beautiful lyrics.
"Your were just to cute to kill," she said as she opened the box which was filled with portraits of him as a baby. She held up one of him on black bear rug without a shred of clothing on, with his rear end sticking up in the air and said, "Looks like you really grew into that buttocks of yours, huh."
"Give me that," he stretched out to grab it from the short little bard but she quickly rolled away and popped of the ground and started her little victory dance where she shuffles and skips around in a circle with her hands on her hip. Meris rolled his eyes and said, "You are the most annoying little…"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. But I'm cute so I can get away it." She said as she tossed back her curly blonde hair and batted her emerald green eyes.
"What have I done to you…I mean just because Jaroo thinks I'm the greatest wizard in the Academy…"
"You always bring that up. I'm just as good as you plus I can beat ya up too," She said and rushed him, leaped into the air and pounced on top of the six foot ten inch frame of the lanky wizard.
"I'm…kind of…like…in my mom's house," he blushed.
"So you're not feeling frisky…"
"When have I felt frisky."
"I know but usually you'll at least pretend a bit." She felt his heart pounding a mile a minute and his breath was as hot as fire, "You're really not in the mood, huh."
"Sorry." Meris said plainly, "It hurts so much to be here."
"I understand. When my parents…died…" Punkin swallowed gently, "But you know it does get better. If they didn't die than Neverwinter would have never been saved. So they were kind of like a sacrifice in a way… not that your mother was a sacrifice or anything. I mean she was … or wasn't…"
"I know what you mean," he reached for her hands and squeezed them gently. That was his way of showing affection to her. At times he felt insensitive for his inability to express his feelings and almost felt as if his feelings were locked up inside of himself unable to escape.
"I love you, babe," She said and kissed him on his cheek as they pulled themselves up, "Let's get back to work. We've got to finish, the funeral will be at noon. That gives a two more hours to work."
XOXOXO Lasting Impressions
"Here lies the great Cleric of Selune Moonbow, Salandra Sensbane. She has protected this fair town with an all seeing hand and tilled the soil with a heart of pure silver. She was a beckon of light and love and is survived by her only child…Meris…." the name echoed through the air as the town elder, Chaim Smythe spoke. He was the town's blacksmith and that made him the most affluent person as well. Of course being of pure elven blood, he had always hated the Demonic life force pulsing through the heathen veins of Meris. Since the day that Salandra brought him home he was hell on earth. He was constantly in trouble with the town elders in one way or another and every time he turned around that wretched half-demon brat was in a fight with someone. It was a blessing from Moonbow the day he was sent far away to Neverwinter to begin his studies in the magical arts but now during his homecoming a new plight arose. It seemed that this little…well large fiend had found himself someone that didn't care about his demonic looks and his cursed blood. Of course it was a feeble human that befell his charms and attended the funeral of his recently deceases mother who only gave birth to the devil child only out of pity. She was forced upon by that dreaded beast from the underworld…raped.
"Meris, are you going to say anything?" asked Punkin as the assembly became eerily quiet.
"The beast can speak?" Chaim mocked.
"I am as eloquent as any other man," he closed his eyes as he walked in front of his mother's grave and began, "My mother was a wonderful woman. Chaste and unsullied for she gave birth and raised me, a half demon that should have never been breed, yet she ensued her principles and nurtured me into a credible and honest man. She taught me that one cannot change their kin but one change one's exploits and I gave her my word to bring blessings and praise upon the name Sensbane and I intend on keeping that promise." Meris walked back to his Punkin and looked into her green eyes of promise.
"Whoa!" Punkin caught herself and lowered her voice, "That was amazing… can I quote you?"
"Every word, Punkin. Every word."