I've brought you a glass of champagne too, my love.

On the welcoming of a new year, Godsent sits under the light of the moon. Alone in the garden he feels the light brush of the willows drooping branches, the sensation claws a memory from his mind. The feeling of his loves lips against his, delicate, soft, but heavy and pressing all the same. In the same way that a willows branches will try to cling to you as you walk through them, snagging on your clothes and hair in a desperate attempt to pull you back to it's trunk, memories of a love that you feel is lost will drag you back to moments so that you can not forget them. 

"Celesti is gone,.." Godsent whispers to himself. "You saw him yourself, pulled into a glowing pit of blue." The light looked as if it were fire, searing. Like the bulb of a hot flame, where the heat burns too hot.

But still, Godsent will sit under the moon all the same and welcome the new year with the memory of his love. 

Though...the searing blue strikes him differently now. It glowed, not burned. But these are thoughts that aren't worth thinking. Honor his memory, don't desecrate it with yearning.

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This thing took me so long and had to be completed in several parts. But i looked forward to adding to it as time went on. I hope that this is a stepping stone for me into more intricate and involved pieces. :D