Deviation Actions
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Alchemica chose to visit Stacy in the early morning, as the sun was rising over the city. She stepped from her portal into the lonely quietness of the graveyard. Even now, over four years later, she felt the familiar pain and sense of guilt as she gazed at Stacy’s headstone, felt the empty spot inside her Stacy had filled with love.
“Hey it’s me.” Alchemica knelt by the grave, touched the stone memorial gently. “Sorry I haven’t been able to visit more often, got side tracked. How have you been? I am doing okay. Mom still wants me to get a job, thinks it would be good for me. I just can’t see myself tied to a desk or a lab. I mean you know me, I have the attention span of a demented squirrel at the best of times, can you imagine me in an office around the full moon? Yeah, thanks but no thanks. I will stick to pawning cheap cutlery given the special old Alchemica touch.” Alchemica paused for a moment to think, “What else..?”
“Ahm, I was talking to your uncle Mackie last week. He is doing well, he seems to like selling hotdogs. I don’t know how he makes a living though, what between giving me free food and eating half his stock himself“, Alchemica laughed, shaking her head. “He misses you.” She swallowed down the lump in her throat, “I miss you too.” She whispered.
“Stacy, if you’re there, please just let me know you can hear me. Stacy?” Alchemica pleaded, hoping for some sign Stacy was listening, the faintest hint of her lost lover’s presence, but as always there was nothing. No voice, no stirring of wind, nothing to reassure her that she wasn’t alone. The only sound that she heard was the high pitched song of birds as they greeted the new day, unware of the presence of the broken hearted vigilante below them.
Alchemica blinked away hot tears of loss, nodding to herself, “It’s okay, you are probably busy too, you know…learning to play the harp or whatever it is they teach novice angels these days.” Alchemica caressed the mute headstone tenderly, smiling through her grief. “When you earn your wings though, I expect you to watch my back…okay? Okay, deal, good.”
Alchemica took a trembling breath before continuing. “Time to ‘fess’ up. I had another reason for dropping by today. I came to let you know, we are almost there Stacy, almost done. I have Frankie on his knees, on his fucking knees!” Alchemica’s voice trembled with barely suppressed rage, a fury directed at the man who had taken Stacy from her.
“Once Sammy comes through with the location of whatever rat-hole Frankie has hidden himself away in, I am going to end it. I will make him pay babe, I promise, I will make him suffer. Then you can be at peace, maybe then we can both be at peace.” Alchemica’s voice trailed off into silence and she bowed her head, closing her eyes while she tried to find a calm place in the storm of emotions she was experiencing. When she opened them again, she remembered her gift.
“Oh, I made something for you.” Alchemica held up the blue rose in her hands, “It’s your favourite colour. I…I wanted you to have something, you know, from me. Just in case, I mean I am coming back, but just in case. It took me a while, but I made it special. It will never wither, it will stay beautiful forever. Just like you are, in here” Alchemica touched her hand to her chest, above her heart. She leaned forward, placed the rose on the grass of the grave, fresh tears falling as she did.
The sorceress whispered words of magic, watching as the rose sank beneath the earth. “I hope you like it Stacy.” Alchemica stood, wiping her face ineffectually with the sleeve of her costume. “Stars, I must look a mess, you always said I looked like a hung over kitten when I cry, sorry.” Alchemica bent and kissed the headstone. “I have to go, I will come again as soon as I can okay? And, if not, then you tell Saint Peter that he will have a fight on his hands if he tries to keep this Fae out of that big old concert hall in the sky. Either way babe, I will see you soon.”
Alchemica moved away and opened a portal. She paused before stepping through, turning to give the grave a last lingering look. “Bye babe I…Stacy?” Alchemica gasped as she felt the faintest touch of air across her cheek, it felt almost like a caress. She touched her hand to her cheek and smiled through tears of gratitude, “You are listening. I knew you were. I better get going. I love you Stacy, and I always will. Be seeing you.” Alchemica stepped through her portal, the green doorway vanishing a second later, leaving only the sparrow’s ode to the new day to disturb the peace and solitude of the dead.
Art by the Magnificent 
who I hope to work with one day again 
Alchemica and Stacy Karron are my oc's and may not be used without permission.
A step back in time to a moment near the conclusion of Alchemica's war with the Mob. More of that story coming...eventually 
