#tw:heartbreak

[epilogue-and-prologue]

Promises - Part.II

Plot: You’ve known him your whole life. You stopped waiting for him when he comes back and claims you are his. Note: Eomer is a soldier. He is good looking. He is faithful and brave. And pretty much a jerk when it comes to another people’s will, like his sister’s. That’s pretty much all I get from him and I wanted to explore the character a bit. Consider that I have NOT read the books so… It may be not good on the edges. Or all over. Not – yet – King of Rohan. Somewhat of an in-between situation. Disclaimers: LotR does not belong to me. Warnings: OC’s death, pinning after someone, loss and grief.

Part.II – Of Mending Promises.

The day after, even though everyone was in mourning, you turned back to your usual chores, doing the laundry, baking bread, only the widows would eat. You were not a widow. You were in no right to be in grief.

The morning after that, at dawn, a soldier came to find you on your fiancé’s grave, telling you Eomer wanted to meet with you, in his private chambers. You were about to refuse, when he handed you a piece of paper written in Eomer’s handwriting.

“In case you refuse, this soldier has orders to come back tomorrow and the day after that. I really need to talk to you. Please, do come. “

As usual, he was functioning only with what he himself wanted to do or feel or see, not what other’s will could be.

Knowing he would act on this promise, you left the flowers you had with you and followed the soldier back to the castle.

The first thing you saw from him after all those years, were his golden locks, held up by a servant as he was getting dressed. Green and gold clothing covered his chest and he wore dark coloured pants along with leather boots. The regal air he had always did suit him, even at a younger age.

“Good morning.”

You did not know how much you missed his voice until you heard it that morning. Deep and calm, he nodded to the servants and the soldier to get back to their duties.

Leaving you, the awakening sun’s light through the windows and him in the same room. Your mouth went dry as you saw he was looking you up from head to toe. He coughed a little and invited you to sit in front of him at a table near the window. The sun reflected in his hair, the upper part tied up behind the back of his head, his beard groomed, and you could smell from the other end of the table the sent of a very recent bath just as if your tongue had been on his skin.

“I… I wanted to talk to you for the past few days, but… I could not bring myself to be the one to tell you about…”

Eomer stopped suddenly as if ashamed.

“It was unworthy of me. I was a coward not to do so earlier. Gallen deserved better than the comrade he chose in me.”

Your eyes jolted awake.

“Gallen? What are you even going on about?”

Tears prickled your eyes this time. You felt that if you started, nothing would be able to stop you.

“He was… He was with me when he passed.”

You struggled to breathe as he kept on.

“Gallen saved my life and in doing so, sacrificed his own.”

You rapidly rose from the chair you were in, not daring to look him in the eye.

“I am truly sorry. I should have told you earlier. I know you cared for him deeply and…

-          How would you know anything about me, Eomer?!”

The tears were now drowning your vision, your black dress heating up with the sun’s first rays of light through the windows and your anger was only rising bile in your throat.

“What is the meaning of those words?

-          How would know anything about myself Eomer? You left fifteen years ago with a piece of my soul and never came back.”

His face fell, turning ashen. At least, he had the decency to look abashed.

“Gallen… He became my everything, he was the man I was going to marry, the man I was going to grow old with… You would not understand that would you? Love is not something you seemed capable of at the time, maybe it is still something you are incapable of now. And now this. You, telling me that the man I kept so close to my heart died in… He died for you. He died because of you. He died because he was doing his duty and followed his heart in doing so, something you would not understand.”

Eomer’s jaw clenched. He rose from his chair and took your hands in his. Even after all this time, he noticed he could hide them in his without even trying to. A small smile crept up, quickly put down by your words.

“I am going to tell you this once. I am a man of few words; grand speeches are not what I do. I act, I do not speak.” He paused taking a deep breath before going on. “I did what I had to do to protect you. I always and will always care for you just like I did fifteen years ago.” His thumbs wiped tears from your eyes as he put his hands on your cheeks. Patiently he waited for you to stop sobbing, cradling your head as you held on to him for dear life. Once you could breathe again properly, he slid his hands on your shoulders then your waist.

His embrace intoxicated you in ways Gallen’s never could. You felt guilty for even thinking so. For even feeling so. His forehead against yours, his breath tickling your still wet eyelashes, you did not remember who started it. Him or you, it did not matter, because you shared the infinity of a breath between your lips and it was enough. Strands of his hair clenched in your closed fist, the other on his chest, his hands holding onto you as if he was drowning, nothing was more at peace in your mind than at that moment.

When you separated, you pushed him away, stepping back, stumbling a little.

His arms were still outstretched when he took in your appearance. Red cheeks, the night having left marks under your eyes, a mortal body despite the strong persona underneath the skin, tied up hair, but most of all, the darkest dress he had ever seen you wear.

The noise gathered up in your mind once more. You could not handle it.

“I do not want to hear another word from you. You left me. There is nothing you can do to fix this. My beloved died because he was involved in a war. That is the only thing I am willing to believe. If it had not been you, it would have been anyone else he would have sacrificed his life for.” You wiped out the tears on your cheeks ungracefully. “I do not want to see you anymore. You broke my heart Eomer.” Finally, you met his eyes. His hands were now at his sides, not moving. “You managed to break my heart twice in one lifetime and that is more than enough for me. I am done with you. I am in mourning and you still dare to think that when you called me here it was not to ask of me forgiveness for your cowardice… I am not giving you that. You are a coward. You were a coward with me all those years ago, you were in not telling me how my beloved died, you will be when I leave this room and you will not be able to follow after me because you will still be scared how other people will look at you…” Another sob escaped you. “I cannot look at you without feeling pain taking over. I am done. This is farewell, Eomer.”

You stomped quickly out of there, finally running all the way down the stairs and into your home.

You were right though. He did not follow you.

Part 3 this way

[dontcallmedougie]

Hey There.. Heartbreak

Doug sat playing Hey There Delilah on his guitar,the image of a certain blonde psychic plaguing his mind. He sang along to the tune, staring into the distance as he fought back the tears. He’d been heartbroken before,rejection he could handle. This was different,he’d loved Delilah and he hurt her. He promised her he never would but he did. He felt worse than he ever had,he wanted to just take it all back. He wished it didn’t have to be this way,but it did..His fingers began to fumble as the tears took over,his voice began to break and his shoulders shuddered. The tears came flooding and he couldn’t stop them,but he deserved them. He deserved to feel this way because he’d done this,he made her feel like this when he’d promised he never would. Removing the strap from his shoulder her threw the guitar to the ground,cursing it and the song that would now haunt him for the rest of his life,their song. He was so immersed in his self loathing and sorrow he didn’t even hear someone approach.

[probablycuterthanyou]

you know what so much worse then just getting emotionally broken? getting someone who you trusted so much and thought you loved breaking you. because when someone says they love you, you just want to believe them and take all of it in. but when you start to know it isnt working and get hurt, you can never really trust someone to say that ever again. like i dont have any confidence in love or relationships forever now just because you fucked with me and said what you did and hurt me. you never really recover from being loved. even when there's a chance that you could have something really great on your hands, i just get afraid. i dont know if anyone else feels like that but i do idek im just fucked up probably and emotionally traumatized forever sigh

[love-elijah]

(ELIJAH LOVE) who looks an awful lot like (DEWANDA WISE) has just been seen around Las Rio!  Apparently (SHE) is a (34) year old (CIS FEMALE) born on (FEBRUARY 18th) and has been in the city for (20 YEARS (LEFT FOR A WHILE AND RETURNED)) and is a (TATTOO ARTIST/SHOP OWNER). If there is a quote to describe them it would be “SOFT SOUL: YOU ARE SO SENSITIVE, AND YOU THINK THAT’S WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU… BUT IT’S SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL ABOUT YOU, IT’S WHAT MAKES YOU SO GOOD.” BUTTERFLIES RISING  - But we have yet to make up our mind if that is accurate. [Kia, 30+, She/her, EST]

I. BASIC

Full name: Elijah Simone Love

Nicknames: E, Lijah,

Age: 34

Face Claim: DeWanda Wise

Birthdate: February 18th

Hometown: Las Rio, NM 

Height: 5ft6

Sexual Orientation: Lesbionic

Marital Status: Single Pringle

Gender Identity: Cisgender female

Occupation: Artist/Tattoo Artist/Owner of ‘Love Ink’

Neighborhood: Downtown Las Rio

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Hazel

Pets: Selena (black cat w/green eyes)

More info and Full bio below the cut

II. Personality

Moral Alignment: Chaotic good

Personality Type: Mediator (INFP)

Avatar Element: Water

GOT House: House Stark

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Zodiac: Aquarius

Positive Traits: Passionate, creative, compassionate, witty, curious, empathetic,

Negative Traits: Jaded, opinionated, awkward, stubborn

Pet Peeves: People who are only concerned with their well being at the expense of others. Talking with your mouth full.

Bad Habits: Tunnel visioned. Emotional eating/drinking

III. Other

Religion: Agnostic.

Political Party: Liberal

Piercings: 5

Tattoos: 7

Typical Attire:.

Scent: Cocoa butter, lavender, and cedarwood & pituli

Hobbies: Painting, guitar, reading, volunteering, travel, eating

Phobias: fire (traumatic childhood event)

Psychiatric Disorders: Anxiety

Physical/Genetic Disorders: None.

IV. Biography

When politics is the family business, there are always heavy expectations on every member of said family. And that old adage is true, image is everything. Even before the invasive nature of social media, proper conduct in every public setting wasn’t a suggestion but a written in stone rule. Katherine Thompson and Michael Love both grew up in families that had some hand in the political world. From advisors, to lobbyists, to congressmen. These two families traveled in important circles, so it was no surprise to anyone when Kate and Mike found one another. The match was pleasing to their families, to say the least. They looked good on paper, a couple of lawyers headed for the senate. It was a perfect match. Luckily for the pair they’d actually fallen in love with one another.

The outside view of the pair’s life was picturesque. They married, practiced law at separate but equally prominent firms, before both throwing their hats in the political ring. Michael hated every minute of all of it, but there were those pesky expectations to live up to. Katherine, on the other hand, thrived. She was meant for that world, not simply bred for it. Katherine was a rising political star. She became one of Las Rio’s most beloved mayors. Her family had lived there for generations so it was the perfect place to get her start in the political world… the truth is she really did love the town.

Elijah Simone Love came at the complete wrong time but she was adored, especially by her father, he doted completely. Three years later one little Evelyn Anissa Love completed the brood. Michael took to fatherhood immediately, and it wasn’t long before he decided to take a job at a small nonprofit and help support his wife’s political career by being the primary caregiver to their children. He had finally found his calling, husband and father. Music lessons, dance recitals, elementary school bake sales, he was there for it all, and never made his wife feel an ounce of guilt for missing most of it. He was his girls’ whole world.

A young Elijah wanted nothing more than to make her parents proud, so when she was continuously called on to portray the image everyone wanted to see, perfect dutiful daughter, sister and student, she always obliged with a smile. Things became suffocating and the pressure of perfection weighed heavily on Elijah’s shoulders. No one seemed to notice or worse they didn’t care enough to jeopardize public standing.  The one thing that gave her solace when things got too difficult or her anxiety was too high was art. The release that came with the freedom of creating somehow provided her with room to breathe. In that room she learned much about herself and the world outside of the bubble her parents created. Authenticity was always important to Elijah so she pushed herself out of her comfort zone to give her work truth. The things she saw and learned, when sneaking off to places her parents would never willingly let her go, changed her view of the world.

While her mother’s political star continued to rise to places even the older woman couldn’t have imagined, her actual presence in her home became more sparse. She always made time for them in the event of a photo-op, Elijah noted, but Katherine couldn’t be bothered when it really mattered. She resented her mother for this and even more so she resented her father for falling in line and not advocating for his daughters. He’d always felt like her number one protector and he seemed to forget their best interest when it came to his wife’s career. Their relationship began to splinter.

It was Evelyn who gave Elijah purpose when it came to her family. Though the older sister rebelled she reigned it in in efforts to protect Evelyn from feeling the full wrath of their parents. There was very little Elijah wouldn’t do to protect her little sister, that’s why what happened next hurt more than anything ever could. Figuring out that she was gay wasn’t some long conflicted drawn out process. Elijah will tell anyone who asks her, that her first love was Ms Campbell, her kindergarten teacher. Her family’s knowledge of this didn’t come until much later. A 16 yr old E was found making out with a girl in her home. All hell broke loose. And as the unsuspecting teen slipped out the screaming match ensued. Things were said, the sort of things you can’t just take back. Evelyn took her parents’ side and broke Elijah’s heart. The last two years in her home were silent but still, ever the dutiful daughter, Elijah showed up when there was some political schmooze fest or press event.

Living a double life made high school a bit of a marathon. She went to a private school that required discretion for her family’s sake, so she wasn’t able to be herself there or home. She couldn’t talk about her art or the work she did in the inner-city that inspired so much of it. She was very anti-establishment and that meant most of the time anti-government and that was more reason to be at odds with her family and the life she’d lived for so long.

After months of a fairly intense application process, Elijah was accepted to California Institute of the Arts, continuing her love affair with artistic expression. The new found freedom away from the public eye was an awakening for her. New experiences unhindered by persona. She could just be, and she could be asked out by the girl who she’d been stumbling around for weeks and say yes without the scrutiny and worry of what having a gay daughter meant for her mother’s political career prospects. What a revelation.

After receiving her BFA, Elijah took some time in the world outside of school living and traveling and painting and found that making money just to support yourself as an artist presented a multitude of challenges. Very late one night a slightly tipsy and very curious Elijah made her way into an interesting tattoo parlor for her 3rd tattoo on a whim. There was something so cathartic about the process of getting a tattoo, but that night for some reason she found her mind wandering to the other side. What was it like to be the person to give ‘life’ to that for someone else, collaborate, design and create this permanent beauty on someone else’s body? She’d asked the tattoo artist so many questions that night, she’d talked herself right into an apprenticeship. And the rest as they say, was history. She fell in love with art all over again.

After a few years of making a name for herself in NYC, something about home called to Elijah. She decided there was no better place to open up her own shop and create some sort of stability in her life, for a while at least. Her family spent a lot of time in DC, she wasn’t likely to have to run into them too much.

V. HEADCANONS

Enjoys a good comicbook.

Ex-girlfriend, broke her heart real good and she definitely isn’t over it.

Father is very ill and dealing with that knowing how he treated her has Elijah in a spin