DELPHIA
She nodded at his apology - accepting it but not lingering on it. It mattered not. They understood each other plain.
As he leaned into her touch, her arm snaked back and rested around his shoulder - platonic and sisterly. She knew all to well the importance of physical touch in healing and was more than pleased to give it. Were Mort here, he too would have embraced the crying young man, of that she was certain. In silence she listened, humming low here and there to indicate she was listening. A slow, bemused smile curved her lips as he reached the end of his tale, and gently she booped his nose with the tip of her finger. "Death is my father, and I have known and seen it all my life, and I have known the love he has placed in the hearts of man for all my days as well; and let me tell you, you are trying very hard to carry burdens that are not yours to shoulder." she said with a light laugh.
"She is not lost to you again, nor did you ever really lose her to begin with. For she resides right here..." she said, tapping his forehead, "...and here." she said as she tapped over his heart. "Your memories is where she lives on, and always shall, even when you die and transcend this realm to Mort's halls. So long as you have those, she will never really be gone, no matter how many realms separate your souls physically." she explained gently.
"And love..." Delphia sighed wistfully, looking out over the horizon once more. "It is not so simple. Loves cannot be compared as being more or less than others. They are just...different." she explained, tilting her head a bit. "No love will ever be the same as the love you felt for this woman, but loving another as you continue to live your life is no dishonor to her. So long as you cling to one who is dead, you will be dead yourself. Surely, this is not what she wished for you as she died for your sake. She wished for you to live." She smiled and looked back at him, a curious brow raised. "Are you living, Harper? Or are you merely alive?"
As he leaned into her touch, her arm snaked back and rested around his shoulder - platonic and sisterly. She knew all to well the importance of physical touch in healing and was more than pleased to give it. Were Mort here, he too would have embraced the crying young man, of that she was certain. In silence she listened, humming low here and there to indicate she was listening. A slow, bemused smile curved her lips as he reached the end of his tale, and gently she booped his nose with the tip of her finger. "Death is my father, and I have known and seen it all my life, and I have known the love he has placed in the hearts of man for all my days as well; and let me tell you, you are trying very hard to carry burdens that are not yours to shoulder." she said with a light laugh.
"She is not lost to you again, nor did you ever really lose her to begin with. For she resides right here..." she said, tapping his forehead, "...and here." she said as she tapped over his heart. "Your memories is where she lives on, and always shall, even when you die and transcend this realm to Mort's halls. So long as you have those, she will never really be gone, no matter how many realms separate your souls physically." she explained gently.
"And love..." Delphia sighed wistfully, looking out over the horizon once more. "It is not so simple. Loves cannot be compared as being more or less than others. They are just...different." she explained, tilting her head a bit. "No love will ever be the same as the love you felt for this woman, but loving another as you continue to live your life is no dishonor to her. So long as you cling to one who is dead, you will be dead yourself. Surely, this is not what she wished for you as she died for your sake. She wished for you to live." She smiled and looked back at him, a curious brow raised. "Are you living, Harper? Or are you merely alive?"
Death has nothing to do with going away
the sun sets and the moon sets
but they're not gone
