Rimara Enudo's Story

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Aileas was in town that day. Or more specifically, she was at the cemetery. In front of one tombstone. She had been coming more frequently after the death of the Mayor. It was to visit his grave and to add more protective spells around the town. She knows it will take a toll on her soon but this was necessary. Even the trees were grieving -she could tell. And a sad forest is more susceptible to dark magic.

She knew the Mayor's daughter was here. Just recently. If the dozen white roses are a tell-tale sign of her visit. She sighed and went to sit in front of the grave, unmindful of the dirt collecting at her thighs. As if this was a routine she had been doing all her life, she waved a hand in front of the grave and lilies, blue roses, and daffodils had suddenly sprung from the earth; curling itself onto the slab of stone, the blue roses -her favorite as blue roses are only made with an earth fairy's magic- creating an intricate design on the stone, giving it an elegant and timeless look. Just like the Mayor. For he will live forever in the memory of the McKenzie bloodline.

"Everyone misses you, sir. It still comes as a shock whenever ah try to visit yer home and ask for ye-your time only to remember you're now permanently residing here. To talk about mundane things, like the old times." She swallowed thickly, as hot tears started gushing from her eyes without her knowing. Her accent was getting the best of her and she suddenly had no control of it. Gulping a lungful of air, she let it all out in one fast whoosh and let her accent show.

"Ah' havnae yet ha' the pleasure o' mee'ing the new Mayor, ye ken. And Ahm a bi' hesitant to. Ah guess, Ah'll leave it ta faither ta talk to them. Ah need the rest. The poor trees are still grievin' for ye, sir."She sniffled and wiped the last drop of tear and leaned her head back, her knees stretching out to rest near the curled flowers. She hadn't had a breakdown for almost three days. The passing of the Mayor was hard on her. To her family as well. Serving as guardians, they were required to be in good terms with the Mayor to fulfill their roles to the best of their abilities. But sometimes. Close relationships can get the best of someone and can lead to the most saddest of days.

It was almost dark. Time for her to return and once again, repeat the ritual for a protective circle.

'Jus' a few more minutes..' She thought as her sitting posture relaxed, still hiccuping a bit as she tried to calm her nerves and concentrated on the ground's energy, slowly letting her hands get the earth's natural magic. It was one of the ways she found that successfully gather her emotions altogether after a breakdown.

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Sleep had escaped Oscar. It had slipped away from him like a mist. No matter what he did, he couldn't grasp onto it. All he could do was stare at the ceiling, resting a hand on his chest. Everything had changed. Like a switch, the town was restarted. All the faces were the same but the center of it, the heart of it, was gone. The only thing left was the brain, him. Few people listened to sense. They were busy buzzing like mischievous bees, getting into trouble, falling in love, waging war, and making a mess. And then they were gone. With a heavy sigh, he thought of the Mayor. He was what you wanted in a man of authority. Everyone believed him to be good. They had trusted him. They had sought him for advice. He had vision. But what made him effective was that he listened. Oscar had lasted through too much of this town's muck. Its secrets, its underbelly, its history. He had been apart of it, helped shaped it and the late Mayor had allowed Oscar to help him continue to make it something worthwhile.

Hell, what did it matter? Maybe it was all bullshit? Everything turned to dust in the end... well, maybe not him. Finally he rolled out of bed. He could brood upright. He could brood in any position. Oscar decided to take his thoughts with him to the cemetery. Dawn had yet to breach. The night was a good cover. He nodded to the Mayor's gravestone. "What happened?" he thought out loud. "What the hell did you do?" He touched the top of the gravestone, tapping his fingers against the stone. He could almost feel the tears passing over the stone, the gentle caresses, the grievous farewells. But he didn't feel grief. It was something else entirely. Confusion.

Later that day, he dressed in black as expected. It was little effort. Most of his clothes were dark in color and layered in stern cynicism. He passed a few children on his way. They were playing in the grass, kicking a ball back and forth. Suddenly he felt a snap against his ankle. One of the children squinted at him. "Oy, ball here, old man!" Oscar turned to the boy slowly and suddenly the children were struck still, eyes wide. With a quick snap of his fingers, the ball deflated. "That's Mr. Fallo to you, kid. Your grandfather was just as bad," He was getting too old for this. He was getting too tired.

As he headed into the town square, he saw a familiar figure in the distance. A woman walking with another. It was Ramira. He stopped in his tracks. He hadn't been in the same room with her alone in a long time. It was intentional. She was a constant reminder of better days, of days that made him believe in impossible things. It was a thorn in his otherwise dark worldview. He quickly turned away, hoping she wouldn't notice. "Shit, shit, shit," he muttered. He hated people but he needed their cover.

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Ula tried to brush the remaining salt from her cheeks, but it just made it stay. To be honest she didn't mind it much, all it really did was make it look like she had sparkly powder on her cheeks. As she watched the window roll up, she couldn't help but almost laugh at a sudden thought. "You know, I've read a few horror books and seen a few movies. The ones with little villages towns being really nice to random strangers and inviting them to stay often... end with one or none of the visitors leaving." She shrugged, looking to the people that were near her, "I'm... gonna go see if I can hep with setting up anything. Seeya, Rosa." She smiled and gave an odd little gesture, almost like a shrug, but with a smile and start into a happy walk bck towardste tables. Before she got too far she turned to wave farewell to the newcomers, thogh she only just greeted them. [color=teal]"Enjoy!"

She then contnued on her way to the tables and... her smile faltered smewhat. Her sorrow had momentarily disappeared at the thouht of new people, but returnd wen she turned towards the event and remembered the meaning of it. Her step sobered and she avoided eye contact with those she pased. The hurt was still frsh inher,but Rosalynn's healing energy did work wonders. After this day was over, she was going to mosey on her way back home, maybe relax in a tree and end up falling asleep... maybe check the waters for trash or anything needing to be cleaned or purified.

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He just had to get somewhere, anywhere. As long as he was away from her. Already thoughts of her began plaguing his mind. The shape of her mouth, the curve of her jaw, the smell of her hair... He could almost hear her laugh. Despite himself, Oscar began to smile. It was already too late. He had tried to keep his distance after it ended. It was the right idea and he reminded himself that with every ache or pang of longing. She'd be happier with her own kind.

Oscar noticed Ula by the tables and decided to do something completely unprecedented. He would offer to help. He made his way over, eyes to the ground and grimacing. He took a cup in his hand and spun it carelessly in his hands. "Uh... Ula, is it? Can I help?" He nearly choked on the words. He was used to giving orders, not taking them. And as the cup fumbled out of his hand, he realized his domestic skills were equally lacking. Oscar snuck a glance at Rimara as she walked off. She was still irritatingly beautiful.

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Ula snapped from her thoughts, looking over to the familiar voice of Oscar Fallo. A hint of a smile started on her lips, growing a bit more as she spoke, [color]"Of course, Mr. Fallo. I'll aways accept your help."[/color]She noticed some cups stacked near bottles of soft drinks and a bowl of... a liquid. She didn't know quite what it was as it could've been something like tea or punch, even koolaid. She began walking over and gestured, politely of course, for Oscar to follow her. She knew and unerstood how he was, preffering to give orders rather than take them. Therefore, she took a different approach, giing him choices rather than just throwing something on him. Ula, herself, preffered taking orders rather than giving them, as she wasn't really someone to have othrs do her bidding.


"It loos like we have cups that need filling, we'll leave a stack oempty ones though. Would you like to hand them to me and put them down as I pour in the drink, or would you prefer filling them?" She looked to him in question, just in time to catch him sneaking a glance at Rimara, and her smile became more gentle. Whether it was love or infatuation that Ula felt radiating from Oscar, she could sense it as Oscar's eyes locked onto Rimara. It was kind of sad to se himlike that, having to admire Rimara from afar. But she said nothing, and looked away towards the drinks, waiting for an answer.

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Eric almost jumped at the sight of a door opening itself, but he had to remember, there was magic here. Even though he was a werewolf, he'd never had magic abilities of his own, so he never practiced it or that sort of thing. "Mendzaillia?" He called out, but then heard a soft panging of glass, and went to the source of sound, where he found the woman on the floor, looking distraught as ever.

"Here, lemme help you." He said quickly, and bent down, and took a hold of her waist, bringing her up to face level with him. She was wobbly, but he guessed she would be by the looks of that bottle, and strong scent of some type of alcohol. "Alright.. Let's get you on something a little more comfortable than a hard floor, hm?" He, with a little struggle, picked her up like a bride, and walked to her couch nearby, setting her on that.

"Do I need to like stay here with you? Rosalynn wanted you at the Mayor's banquet, but.. I don't think you're okay to go." He muttered, looking at her distraught figure.

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There are some things she'd only dreamt about. Things about Oscar mainly, that were out of her sight, but now came crashing back, just like the day they'd decided to hook up. All their makeouts, all their memories...

The day Rimara could only dream of. Her mind became clouded with thoughts of him, blinding her. Although, being the awkward girl, she could only hope someone might come force her to go to the Mayor's banquet being the daughter of the previous one.

Although, she was probably seen as a bother now. Heck, her and her father were the only humans here. Now, it was only her. The human who fell in love with an immortal, and still is, hopelessly. Even though the thoughts of Oscar helped her forget her sadness over her father's death, it just dug a bigger hole for depression, and she became clouded with sadness.

She may never get to feel his gentle caress again. Or see her father.

Swallowing down the pain, she dug out a bottle of whiskey her father vowed to open on Rimara's wedding day. "Now's as close as we're getting, Dad." She popped the top off, pouring herself a drink, and chugging several down, before the stench of the killer drink fogged her clothes, and she resided on her family's old couch, drinking down the pain.

Her mind played a little unorganized slideshow of memories Rimara thought she'd discarded. She gulped down half the bottle in 30 minutes.

Menzailla glanced up when the figure walked in and noticed it was Eric, the little Were that was picked up by Rosa and her husband, she can still remember when he came. But she didnt really hang around many places for very long, the town was cute and she adored it but as Fae she can only take so much of non-Fae. She also didnt get touched that much so she couldnt really stop a blush go on her face as shes picked up, it was warm and not that bad although fairly weird. When she got to stand on her feet a bit she felt a bit more stable and more in her own body now that she could be upright. It didnt last long though because Eric picked her up and put her on the couch, although it was true that it is about ten times more comfortable. She took a moment to try to hold herself in one piece before looking up at him and just barely saying the word water, she needed a lot of it and frankly if she could get him to toss her in the lake near her house she would.

Eric had mentioned the wake that would be happening today and she wasnt sure whether it would be a good idea to show up at all. Well she did in fact actually kill the man, and it wouldnt really be in good taste to actually be there, and not many actually know what happened that night other than she ran him over with her car. Zquill isnt sure she could handle people if they decide to retaliate in a bad way, hell she was sure she wouldn't be able to handle anymore attention what so ever. But Rosalynn is a very dear person and she knows that she is very trustworthy but still, theres Rimara to think about as well, things could go bad. The wake should be about the Mayor, not a lot of drama. But maybe Rosalynn would be able to keep the light on him and is life and not on her and his death.

The cups swallowed the table and it suddenly occurred to him that he was wasting his time. It was busy work and there was nothing worse than busy work. Like those endless forms and tiny details that stuck in someone's craw that just made his life tiresome. They were just cups but for whatever reason, they made him irrationally angry. He smacked the cups down on the table and muttered, "This is fine, just... leave it," He gently rubbed his fingers on the bridge of his nose as a slight ache swelled behind his eyes. He needed to get away from everyone. Oscar could feel them all around with their sorrow and confusion. Their energies were so lost and wide, bumping into one another. Some might find comfort in a shared loss but not him. He was a preservationist. He didn't like to lose.

Oscar walked away without so much a word to anyone else. He left the town square and all its noise and clutter behind. Maybe this was it. Maybe he was done. He had spent too much of his life here, working behind the scenes. Maybe it was time for someone else to come along. Maybe the death of the mayor was a sign. With a heavy sigh, he stuck his hands in his pocket and let his feet carry him somewhere. His thoughts weighed him down, made him blind to everything around him. As he turned a corner, he came to the conclusion that he should leave, pack up, start over somewhere new. And then he saw what street he was on. Oh shit...

Oscar had betrayed himself. The house tucked away down the street belonged to Rimara's family. He stopped in his tracks as if shot. No, she wouldn't be there... What the hell am I thinking? Of course she'll be there. He took a hesitant step forward and when he found that he didn't fall through the cracks of the earth, he slowly made his way towards the house. He thought of stopping by under the pretense of checking in on her, like a good friend or neighbor. He could just knock on the door and see her there. He nearly laughed at himself. He'd take one look at her blue eyes flashing with innocence and sweetness, traits that never belonged to him, and be done for. It was best to leave things be. Best for him. Best for her. With a breath of fresh air, the ache in his head left him but was replaced by another. He missed her. It was all his damn fault for getting too close. His pace quickened as he passed her house. He averted her eyes in fear that he'd spy on her through the window. He needed to clear his head and get her out of there. But the problem was, the whole damn town reminded him of her. Maybe it was best to leave...

When he thought he was safe, he wasn't. It was the story of his life. He heard Rimara's voice calling from behind. Oscar considered just walking and not looking back. It would have been easy. But he didn't. Instead he turned to find her staggering towards him. She pointed to the right of him, at how, he wasn't sure. Could she even see him? From the smell and the stumble, she was drunk, drunker than he had ever seen her. Well, maybe except for that one time... no, stay focused....

When she asked what he was "doing out so late" he could only scrunched up his brow in confusion. He wasn't a damn child. But what he was doing by her house was not something he could explain. "Rimmie," he said, forgetting himself, "I was just taking a walk. You should lie down," As she swayed, he reached out to her, to keep her steady. As he leaned in, he looked her in the eyes and found himself drowning in them. He couldn't help but smile in his own broken way. "You know there's plenty of booze at the wake. Why are you drinking alone?" The smell of whiskey hung heavy in the air but beneath it was her. He wanted to bury his face in her hair, breathe her in, but instead he held her at arm's length by the shoulders, trying to keep her from stumbling into the street.

It was so familiar as he held her, as if no time had passed between them. He stroked her arm gently with a thumb. "I'm not here, I'm not... anywhere, I was just..." he trailed off. When she bit her lip, his resolve fell apart. He leaned in, inches from her face, watching her mouth as she spoke. He could almost believe it was just a game, just a flirtation, nothing else. Nothing bad had happened. No one had died. He could almost believe it was just the two of them. When she pulled away, the spell was lifted. The two of them didn't exist. He made sure of that.

When she told him that she was alone, his heart dropped in his chest. What the hell was he doing? She was in mourning and he was smiling like an idiot. Her father would kill him if he knew. Oscar ran his fingers through his hair, looking at his feet. It wasn't right. None of this was right. He could fix any problem in the world but this one. She asked for the bottle with a hiccup and he pulled himself out of his thoughts.

"That bottle's down your throat by the looks of it," he said, slipping behind her to catch her if she fell. He placed his hands around her waist to steady her. "Look, you've had enough. Let me take you inside and we'll get you to bed," He leaned close to her cheek and whispered softly in her ear, "And you're not alone... The people here love you,"