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Prayer

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The breeze blows by, slowly, solemnly, stirring up dead leaves on the ground and carrying them away, tumbling and turning. The sky's beautiful blue color is worn and washed away, replaced with a stormy, miserable grey and ominous clouds, pregnant with brewing storms. Trees are empty, naked, and the sun shines no more than the night's stars as thunder booms in the distance. The air is heavy with the scent of rain. Green grass on the ground is spotted with patches of mud and collections of puddles between the stones.

This peace is disturbed by footsteps, approaching slowly and uncertainly. The boots leave behind prints in the soft earth as they get closer and closer before stopping in front of a large and crumbling stone. A hand reaches out,  fingers softly brushing against the old, moss covered stone. It is cold to the touch and the hand retreats cautiously, quivering slightly, returning to its owner. He looks down onto the stone with sad amber eyes as his auburn hair flutters in the wind, painful expression on his handsome face. A rueful smile graces his lips as his hand goes back to the stone, running his fingers along the front to find the inscribed words. His fingertips gently touch weathered and fading ridges, barely there even after having been chiseled back into the stone many different times. He traces over the words he knows by heart, having been the one to write them. Whispering, he follows along the words, his voice strained and weak. He feels rain running down his cheeks and he can hear thunder booming at a constant rate in the distance. Pulling his hand away, he looks up at the sky.

No rain falls onto his face.

He lowers his head and watches a drop fall to the ground, his heart heavy and aching.

He drops to his knees, mud splashing up onto his clothes, in front of the stone memorial.

In front of the grave.

Thunder echoes and rain pours.

The man prays.
...I came up with an idea for a drawing about HRE's grave and priest Italy... But it wasn't working how I wanted it to, so I shared with words instead... I hope you like it.
*not fanfiction because there's no name or anything, but I was thinking about Feli while writing it.
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aerhopeful's avatar
beautiful, I love your use of descriptive details. It makes me feel like I'm right there with the praying man. :)