a/n: Just a one-shot I wrote when I felt like writing the pairing. Please R/R, and remember this is yaoi, which means male/male themes.

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Grave Visitor

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He was a half-elf. He had been around for along time, living and traveling with his sister.
He had finally settled down in the small town of Iselia, where he had lived now for a long time. He was tall, and very slender. With silver hair that fell to his shoulders, and two long strands of silvers coming from the front of his hair to fall to his ankles.
He had light eyes, with a light smile. He was very handsome.

It was told her was around ninty-seven, but he only looked like he was in his late 20's.
Everyday he left his house, said hello to the resident town folks as he passed them, and he would leave town to go to the forest, where a small grave site lay.

Everyday he took flowers and talked to the grave.
"Today Raine tried cooking again. Heh, thought we were gonna die." He chuckled.
He'd smile at the grave stone, as if it was actually listening to him.
"I miss you."
He'd regard the cold stone with tales of the day, and how he had been feeling during it.
He'd admitted his love a long time ago, a few days too late, and swore to always watch over this sacred place.
"Are you having a good day? How is it in Heaven?"
He sometimes sung, or read to the stone, or actually, to the spirit he believed resided there.

No matter the circumstances, rain of shine, he would come and leave one flower.
Everyday.
Yet, one day he didn't come however.
Then another day passed, and another, and then a week.
Finally, he returned, with a bouquet of roses and a sad smile.

He was old.

He looked to be in his mid thirties now.
He set the roses down. He was still slim and beautiful.

"Sorry I didn't come. I missed you."
There was a pause.
"I love you...take care of Raine for me okay?"
He stood and sighed. Smiling sadly at the grave he left it, going to see the new gravestone.
He had two to visit now.

Raine Sage, his beautiful and intelligent sister, and Lloyd Irving, the love of his life.