From one of West's threads in "Requiem Mood" (not the "Diplomat" one, though that one is pretty good, too).
In a weird bit of coincidence, I spent a good chunk of this morning helping someone going through big-time grief, so this one really hit home with me.Quote:Not having his briefcase, he stood and put the silver box next to the other two on the shelf. As he placed her next to her brothers, he wondered whose hands might some day do the same for him. His eyes tightened in discomfort as tear ducts that had long ago run dry tried to consecrate his loss, and he softly kissed the cold silver before releasing it.
Since joining, I've been impressed as hell by a lot of the RPing on these forums. Some of it is amusing as hell, but this bit was really moving. Good job, West.