An Eternity 2/3
anonymous
February 8 2014, 04:48:37 UTC
Jessie had also, not wishing for Emily to not know what would happen, explained the process to her: a spell that would be said during a loving moment- what kind depended on the relationship between the caster and castee. But, both fickle and difficult, it sometimes did not work- and it could also be only performed on an individual once. So, if it didn’t work the first time on that person, there was no second try. There would be a second spell that Jessie would perform a little later that would tell her whether or not the immortality spell took hold.
Three months after Jessie first asked her, Emily had her answer: she agreed to the immortality spell.
The two of them had been cuddling in bed, touching one another softly, and gazing into the other’s eyes with absolute love and affection- both felt that they wanted to be together for a very long time, and Emily wanted a chance to see what sort of events and advances could happen past her normal lifespan- and thus Emily whispered her consent to the immortality spell.
Jessie smiled happily and they kissed passionately, Jessie’s hands on Emily’s waist. After a moment, Jessie’s lips moved to Emily’s cheek, her earlobe, and then on her neck. An open mouthed kiss on Emily’s neck, and then Jessie whispered something in a language Emily did not know, possibly Jessie’s birth language, and she knew- it was the spell.
They were so happy in this moment.
A little while later, Emily sat on the edge of the bed, Jessie stood in front of her and looked at her, and then performed the spell to find out if the previous spell took.
When Jessie stopped speaking in the foreign language, she whispered, “Come on blue.”
A self-contained small explosion appeared in front of Emily- it did not touch her- the color of the explosion was not blue- it was orange.
Emily saw Jessie’s face: her crestfallen face, her mouth in a “No” shape and she knew.
The spell had not worked.
Emily felt a great deal of disappointment and sadness- so she would live a normal lifespan where she would die at some point in the future. And Jessie would lose another person she had loved in her more than thousand years of life.
She was sad but that did not compare to Jessie, who had collapsed onto the floor and started sobbing.
Through her long life, Jessie had lost many people she loved- family, friends, lovers- to their mortality.
And now, she would lose another.
Perhaps it would not be for another fifty years, but when your lifespan was never-ending, it made a colossal difference.
And that unavoidable and unbearable knowledge that someday Emily would die greatly hurt the immortal redheaded woman sobbing on the floor.
And it certainly hurt Emily.
Being at a tremendous loss of what she should do, Emily simply dropped down on the floor, and sat next to Jessie, rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort and calm her.
For a long time, all Emily could hear was Jessie crying as well as her gasps of breath.
Emily knew the significance of this but it did not quite hit her until a still crying Jessie threw her arms around her and held her as tight as she could that Emily realized: she just lost the chance to live forever with Jessie. She felt disappointment and sadness when it had not worked but had realized that the spell had a likelihood of not working and so while she had wanted immortality, had not put all of her hopes in it.
But Jessie had.
Any tears that Emily had were for Jessie.
“I wanted it to work!” Jessie sobbed.
And thus, their relationship would be truncated by Emily’s lifespan. Their happiness would be darkened by Emily’s mortality.
Emily did not bother with saying “At least we have around fifty years!” because without the insurance of immortality, Emily could die at any time. Maybe it would be in fifty years- maybe it could be longer than that, but it could also be shorter.
An Eternity 3/3
anonymous
February 8 2014, 04:49:46 UTC
And to comfort her with that was not fair.
Fifty years meant very little to someone who had lived that nearly twenty four and a half times.
Shortly after that wonderful and awful day in Emily’s thirtieth year and Jessie’s one thousand, two hundred twenty-first year, they decided to treasure one another until the inevitable separation of Emily’s death, as painful as that would be.
The two women: immortal and mortal were together until Emily’s eighty-fifth year and Jessie’s one thousand, two hundred seventy-six year.
And Jessie had lost her.
Yet another person she loved. And she would have to live on forever without her. She would have to face an eternity without Emily, whereas some widows only faced a handful of years without their love, she would have to face it forever. And she was so aware of this- from the moment that the immortality spell failed to work and was even more aware of it on the day of Emily’s funeral and Jessie had to move on.
She had lived over one thousand two hundred years (and was less than a quarter of a century away from one thousand three hundred) and she knew her future one thousand and three hundred years from now- it was without her love, Emily.
Re: An Eternity 3/3afterandalasiaFebruary 10 2014, 00:15:13 UTC
Oh, my heart! I really like the direction that you took this in, with Emily wanting the immortality but unable to obtain it; that somehow makes it sadder. Thank you so much for writing this, it really was so bitter and wonderful.
Three months after Jessie first asked her, Emily had her answer: she agreed to the immortality spell.
The two of them had been cuddling in bed, touching one another softly, and gazing into the other’s eyes with absolute love and affection- both felt that they wanted to be together for a very long time, and Emily wanted a chance to see what sort of events and advances could happen past her normal lifespan- and thus Emily whispered her consent to the immortality spell.
Jessie smiled happily and they kissed passionately, Jessie’s hands on Emily’s waist. After a moment, Jessie’s lips moved to Emily’s cheek, her earlobe, and then on her neck. An open mouthed kiss on Emily’s neck, and then Jessie whispered something in a language Emily did not know, possibly Jessie’s birth language, and she knew- it was the spell.
They were so happy in this moment.
A little while later, Emily sat on the edge of the bed, Jessie stood in front of her and looked at her, and then performed the spell to find out if the previous spell took.
When Jessie stopped speaking in the foreign language, she whispered, “Come on blue.”
A self-contained small explosion appeared in front of Emily- it did not touch her- the color of the explosion was not blue- it was orange.
Emily saw Jessie’s face: her crestfallen face, her mouth in a “No” shape and she knew.
The spell had not worked.
Emily felt a great deal of disappointment and sadness- so she would live a normal lifespan where she would die at some point in the future. And Jessie would lose another person she had loved in her more than thousand years of life.
She was sad but that did not compare to Jessie, who had collapsed onto the floor and started sobbing.
Through her long life, Jessie had lost many people she loved- family, friends, lovers- to their mortality.
And now, she would lose another.
Perhaps it would not be for another fifty years, but when your lifespan was never-ending, it made a colossal difference.
And that unavoidable and unbearable knowledge that someday Emily would die greatly hurt the immortal redheaded woman sobbing on the floor.
And it certainly hurt Emily.
Being at a tremendous loss of what she should do, Emily simply dropped down on the floor, and sat next to Jessie, rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort and calm her.
For a long time, all Emily could hear was Jessie crying as well as her gasps of breath.
Emily knew the significance of this but it did not quite hit her until a still crying Jessie threw her arms around her and held her as tight as she could that Emily realized: she just lost the chance to live forever with Jessie. She felt disappointment and sadness when it had not worked but had realized that the spell had a likelihood of not working and so while she had wanted immortality, had not put all of her hopes in it.
But Jessie had.
Any tears that Emily had were for Jessie.
“I wanted it to work!” Jessie sobbed.
And thus, their relationship would be truncated by Emily’s lifespan. Their happiness would be darkened by Emily’s mortality.
Emily did not bother with saying “At least we have around fifty years!” because without the insurance of immortality, Emily could die at any time. Maybe it would be in fifty years- maybe it could be longer than that, but it could also be shorter.
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Fifty years meant very little to someone who had lived that nearly twenty four and a half times.
Shortly after that wonderful and awful day in Emily’s thirtieth year and Jessie’s one thousand, two hundred twenty-first year, they decided to treasure one another until the inevitable separation of Emily’s death, as painful as that would be.
The two women: immortal and mortal were together until Emily’s eighty-fifth year and Jessie’s one thousand, two hundred seventy-six year.
And Jessie had lost her.
Yet another person she loved. And she would have to live on forever without her. She would have to face an eternity without Emily, whereas some widows only faced a handful of years without their love, she would have to face it forever. And she was so aware of this- from the moment that the immortality spell failed to work and was even more aware of it on the day of Emily’s funeral and Jessie had to move on.
She had lived over one thousand two hundred years (and was less than a quarter of a century away from one thousand three hundred) and she knew her future one thousand and three hundred years from now- it was without her love, Emily.
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