“Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living;”
(Work . In . Progress)
Home
by Luthien Thye
She already knew as she looked out of the window into the approaching twilight. A lone figure walked towards her door. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she opened the door.
The man looked sadly at her and handed her a little bundle wrapped in weathered linen. Hands shaking, she unwrap the bundle. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gazed upon a perfect little book. She remembered spending many nights sewing it, pouring all her love and heart into every stitch. She remembered placing it in the hands of the man she loved more than anything in the world, before he went to war. She remembered telling him to keep it close to his heart, and bring it home when he returns from war, so that they may write beautiful memories of their future together.
And now, the book has returned to her. Even though it was weathered and worn, it was still perfect, just like the love they shared. She unclasped the cover slowly and then … gasped. For within the cover were meticulously burned pages forming a hollow. Within the hollow, nestled a delicate ring.
Choking back his tears, the man said, “Just before he died in my arms, he told me –- how is it that I am able to fight a hundred men on the field but failed to utter two simple words to her … marry me — And then he passed me this book and asked me to bring him home to you”
With that, she removed the ring from the hollow and slipped it into her finger. She looked at the man and said, “He is home”
just completed a bigger version of my Quidditch Handbook for a client for his Harry Potter themed Vow Renewal party … Hope he likes it!! :)
A Hogwarts Journal
by Luthien Thye
WIP -
Love everything about this little wearable book … esp the crackle heart and the matted photograph. Can’t wait to finish it to tonight :)
Altered Alchemy 12 Postcard Set
- photo manips of 12 of my favourite images of my handmade books and mixed media jewelry made into postcards
Promise …
She continued to love him deeply everyday, although he will never return to her. She knew that if she were the one who went to war, he would have done the same for her. It was a promise they made to each other …
Many years pass and it came her time to leave too. She looked at the book one last time, and closed it. She locked it, and kept it in a safe place.
For within those pages,
lie her memories of him, and her heart …
Perhaps one day, when another finds it, she and her love one would find ‘happily ever after’ … and the heart within would start to beat once again …
… Promise …
