Recuérdame.

[riptorn]

[Those of you who wish to see those who passed on? You'll be directed outside by Zeus, where he raises his arms, and marigolds begin to float around him. They float upwards, and form into a bridge.

It's structurally sound, and it seems fitting that you can cross it.

Eventually, you'll see it. Elysium. The Land of The Dead. Gentle music plays as you cross over into the city.

It's...festive. It's always festive. The architecture is colorful and full of spirit, and your group seems to be the only ones...human in appearance. Even your old friends seem to be a bit more skeletal in appearance. You can spend as much time here as you like, but eventually, that bridge will disappear. And you'll have to leave.

But...they'll never truly be gone. Not if you remember them. And someday, you'll join them. But for now, you celebrate. You've earned your happy ending.]

(ooc: This is the last log for the three canon rounds of Foolish Mortals! Thanks for coming along for the ride - we loved having you, and we hope to see ya real soon!)

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[carbonfreeze]

[ She doesn't need to say any of it.

He nods, and though he doesn't tear up, his eyes never leave hers. One corner of his mouth twitches up in a crooked grin. ]

I know.

[ He can't kiss her, not the way she deserves to be kissed. So he just reaches out and enfolds her in his arms again, holding her close one last time.

He doesn't need to say it, either; the way he hugs her says it all.

I'm sorry. ]

[hasit]

[Those two words have so much history between the two of them, enough to make her heart ache, and her smile widens in a desperate bid to keep the tears from spilling over. It's a relief when Han hugs her again, because she can bury her face against his jacket, breathe in that familiar scent one last time. When she's got herself composed, sniffling, she pulls back just enough that she can lean up and press her lips softly to his jaw. One more for the road.]

[carbonfreeze]

[ There's more time if they want it, but as much as Han wants to linger at Leia's side for as long as he can, he knows it's time. He gives her that same crooked grin when she kisses his jaw, and reaches out a hand to caress a bony finger tenderly down her cheek. ]

See you around, Princess.

[ With that, he turns on his heel and saunters off, disappearing into the crowd. ]

[hasit]

[She lifts a hand, unable to trust herself to say much of anything with her throat as tight as it is right now, and watches him stride off, wiping her tears with her fingers as she does. Later, she'll find him again, ask him if he'll be there for her vows once the idea occurs to her. But for now, she must content herself with watching him leave one more time, even though she's always hated it.]