Entry 1: Ghost by My Side

Destiney paused to take a deep breath. Late. Definitely later then every year before. A part of her felt bad for being late this year. Though she knew well her father would forgive her for it. Especially since she was busy being happy for a change.

“Hi daddy…” Destiney spoke softly as she knelt down by the grave marker to place a small bouquet of flowers she had gathered herself. Hand reaching up to gently touch the marker as tears gathered in her eyes. How she missed him so much. Even all these years since.

It felt like a gentle brush of a hand across her shoulder. Turning her head to only catch a brief glance of a familiar specter that still always lingered around her. Always there like a guardian angel. It wasn’t her father’s spirit though. Giving him a sad smile before wiping at her eyes. “Thank you, Leon. I’ll be okay.”

Her gaze going back to the marker and the flowers she had placed. “I met someone, daddy. He’s so very sweet and caring… I was with him instead of visiting. I guess time just… Got away from me this year. I’m sure you understand. I think you’d really like Syluss.” Destiney chuckled softly as she wiped at her eyes again. “He’s so different then other guys but he really truly makes me happy. Makes me feel safe.”

Taking a deep breath as she closed her eyes to fight back the tears. A longing for Syluss to hold her but she had wanted to come here alone. Even if her father couldn’t hear her. This was something she preferred was more private. Well as private as things got when there was a spirit that still watched over her.

Brushing the dirt from her pants as she stood up with a heavy sigh. “I should get going. I promised mom I’d stop by before heading home. Stefan actually agreed to join us for dinner. That’s right, daddy. Stefan finally came home…” Now the tears did fall down her cheeks. The family was almost whole again. Except for one missing piece they would never have again.

It was like a phantom brush again. She knew it was Leon trying to comfort her. In a way she wished he was more then a ghost at her side. Quickly she brushed away the tears again. So much for trying to smile for her father. It still hurt too much to remember they were without him. “I love you, daddy…”

Destiney gave the grave marker one final look before turning to head off. If she lingered longer it would be more then a few tears. Last thing she wanted to do was worry her mother if she showed up looking like she had been bawling her eyes out.

☽ — a memory of their father

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Destiney knew she was in trouble before she had even made it in the door. Her clothes were covered in dirt and mud. She and Atix had gone off on their own in the woods. Even though the guild leader had warned them against wandering too far. To show for their venture Atix had hurt his leg and they were both filthy.

She had left Atix outside with her mother where she could tend to the injury he had gotten in the fall. Now she had to face her father who had more then likely already heard of their adventure from the guild leader. She knocked lightly before entering, not looking up to see how much she felt her father would be disappointed in her.

“Destiney.” She flinched at the sound of her name said by her father. Though her eyes widened in surprise as he embraced her warmly. “Don’t ever do that again. When the guild leader came back to tell me you and your friend had vanished… Your mother and I already lost your brother. Please don’t worry us like that.”

“I’m sorry, papa.” Destiney rested her head against her father’s chest. She knew her parents were considering her brother dead for as long as he had been missing.

“You realize this means extra chores as punishment yes?”

“Of course, papa. I didn’t mean for anything bad to happen. I just wanted to have a bit of fun and explore.” Destiney said when her father finally released her from the hug.

“Things are dangerous, dear one. I’m glad the two of you came back safe enough. There is talk of even more dangerous times ahead. I just want you safe. Both of us want you safe.” He affectionately ruffled her hair as he smiled warmly. “Now go get cleaned up. I’m sure your friend is in good hands with your mother. I have work to get ready for. We’ll discuss your punishment further when I get home from duty.”

(Thanks! @ikara-esho and @ghostly0rigins for the mention. A sort of continuation of this here.)

Memory Prompts

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

haurchefantgreystone:

Do not stand at my grave and weep 
I am not there. I do not sleep. 
I am a thousand winds that blow. 
I am the diamond glints on snow. 
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. 
I am the gentle autumn rain. 
When you awaken in the morning’s hush 
I am the swift uplifting rush 
Of quiet birds in circled flight. 
I am the soft stars that shine at night. 
Do not stand at my grave and cry; 
I am not there. I did not die.
-Mary Elizabeth Frye

So I realized I keep mentioning these people in Dest‘s backstory but I never remember to share pictures even though I totally created them all on varying servers.

Left to Right starting with the top row:

Leonceault (Leon) Chassebel, Ricard Starkweather (Uncle), Moon Dove

Eddard Delvanguard (Father), Etoinelle Delvanguard (Mother – Formally Etoinelle Aurifore)