February is the season of love as June is such for flowers

Isolation

He felt alone. Trapped in his own fate as someone he used to call family looked him with no remorse for the villainous being he had turned out to be. Yet up in the mountains, what worth did screaming, crying, pleading have when it was just the two of them and a broken kingdom. No one would hear, many wouldn't care. He was the brother of a tyrant, not a lot of people would want a connection with the monster he looked at now.

He wondered if this could have had been helped, if he had so long ago protected his brother from the enticing pull of evil, if he had followed him. They could have walked the same paths and be dealt the same fate with the consolation that they were together, not stood, surrounded by corruption, on separate sides of a lifelong conflict.

Yet he supposed destiny had already made its choice. The prophecies had been written and he could all but watch them unfold. Because he was alone, isolated and without someone to help him through the tough times. It made him think to the tale he had read when he regained the memories of such a time.

He thought back to Elinar and Conell. Two brothers who had a similar end to them, at war, never at peace. As if time hadn't learnt the mistakes of the past. Funny, time couldn't remember its own memories, of destruction and separation. As Aeor and Exor had it. Two Gods, the only in existence, battling to stay relevant in the eyes of people who shouldn't have mattered. Worthless mortals who should know better than to mess with those high above them.

But no, life had taken its toll, fate had played its part, and now he had the last say. He could live on, watch as Xornoth tortured those he cared about and he was forced to sit and watch. Or he could have the final laugh, lay this pointless war to rest with his last remaining sympathy for a world driven to its end. 

He wasn't sure it was worth saving, but he did anyway.

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Jimmy had been living alone for years now. It was almost a decade after the downfall of the empires. He hadn't heard from any of them, unsure if they were dead, alive or far gone from the hurtful reminder of what he would call foolishness.

Quarrels and adversaries that weren't necessary, thinking they were better than another, preaching cod were better than salmon or vice versa. He though back to that day, fWhip covered in soot and the anger blazing behind Joey's eyes.

He remembers the last time he saw Scott, laid dead on the floor beside the demon. It hurt more than he imagined, watching him lay lifeless with a sword in his chest, placed by himself. It looked painful yet selfless, a sacrifice  for a world that didn't deserve it.

The blonde imagined another ending, where he was happy and married to the elf, having confessed his growing crush. They lived in Rivendell and co-ran their coalition of empires. He thought of cooking the cyanette dinner and calling him cheesy pet names.

Yet he couldn't have that. He mourned the loss as he grieved for the broken lives. 

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When he Jimmy joined Scott in the afterlife, the universe smiled as the lovers were reunited, destined to be with each other until the end of time itself.