A s t a
'cause i thought i saw your soul
Something was happening - but what it was, she had no idea. But a meeting had been called by her Daddy Liam; and like the rebellious teenager she was, she huffed and puffed about going - but did as was expected during a big event. Now, though; now she wanted to be anywhere else. The sunset-hued mare stood still, frozen, as she watched Liam's expressions twist. Something was happening . . . She shifted to the shadows, walking along them, trying to stay out of site as she crept closer to where Liam looked to be talking to Uzi. I'm so sorry to do . . . . I still feel bad, and this isn't something . . . . easy decision. Her ears strain, Bucky and I were up all night . . . a solution that didn't involve me stepping down and leaving Novus. Her word suddenly shut down. Stopped. The world stopped spinning. The sun stopped shining. The birds stopped singing, and the creeks stopped bubbling.
Worse, the way her stomach pitched, the way her breath stilled - it wasn't unfamiliar. It was a practiced method of closing her eyes, of settling her nerves, of knowing what came next.Asta She jolts at her name, She'll drive you crazy with her antics, but she's a sweetheart. Don't let her parents kill- She turns her back on this words, her stomach pitching further, sending bile up her throat that she forceably swallowed down. Her parents . . . with out Liam . . . what would happen to her. How soon until they would reach towards her with claws posed. Because he was leaving . . . She kicked a hoof against the cobbled stone of the floor, her steps taking her back towards the main group of citizens. of members. My citizens Hardly his anymore, huh. trust me when I say this meeting is incredibly important. Of course it was, he was going off to live happily ever after with a real family. His real family.
I'm retiring from leading, and I am going to live a life with this guy. It was like cold ice suddenly kicked down her spine. Her breath rushing out. She hadn't really thought that he was escaping to a real family . . . but . . . but that was what was happening wasn't it? All the stories of her being part of their family -- of course she wasn't really. She was an adult after all. And he had Bucky, and they were a real family. Had she really been so stupid all this time?
Toyed along, promised safety - shelter - the care of someone who would really be there for her, but they weren't really there.You are heavy like a stone at the bottom of a lake. Those words those short weeks ago come rushing back to her mind, Forgotten by those who tossed you in and covered in moss . . . you are nothing but a part of the background of their lives as they continue forward. Forgotten at the bottom of a crushing weight, drowning slowly as you grow bitter to those who knew you.
That soothsayer had been right. She was just a stone to be tossed aside, nothing but a part of a background, and now Liam's story was changing scenes, and her useless part was no longer needed. She was no longer needed. Her gaze slowly grew hard, but it betrayed her turmoil as her muzzle twitched, her breath continued to hitch, but those eyes turned to ice as she slowly lifted her gaze, until she stared forward at the two stallions she had seen as her fathers.
Fathers, ha. They were going off to be their own family, and who cared about poor Asta,Forgotten by those who tossed you in. Everyone always forgot about her. She was always alone, nothing but an unwanted extra in someone else's story. Forced to feel the sands of time trapping her in an hourglass. Once that sand had accumulated, at the bottom, and she was struggling to keep her head up, it was turned over and the process repeated.
A never-ending story of no purpose. A never-ending life with no guidance. And apparently a never-ending extra where true familial ties that were promised to extend past this life's existence was nothing but hearsay. Liam was supposed to be there for her. For her to turn to. Protection from her parents who were ready to dominate her life and crush her spirit. Protection from the loneliness and isolation she'd crafter her story from. Protection from her demons that begged her to see if her next death might be her last one.
Those purple eyes of hers hardened, turning gold like a glacier, and slowly she felt her body stiffen, her head tilting up, the perfect high-society princess staring up with contempt at the king who was now turning her away. No, not a king anymore, soon not to be a Novus-Resident at all if he and Bucky where escaping. Her gaze cuts briefly to Uzi, and she makes her decision as she refuses to look back at Liam, to say anything to him about his decisions. She treats him as if he's a ghost - it's all he'll be after all. A ghost of a memory when this life finally ends and her cycle repeats in a lonely atmosphere. Another connection made that will be ripped away from her.
"Uzuri, I shall have my room cleaned out of your Citadel by tonight. I am sure you'll do Terrastella well, but I must take my leave of this meeting. Do not take it as a slight to your position, I just have no desire to be here any longer. If you need me for anything moving forward - provided my parents have not dragged me back home, I can be found at my bar." Perhaps she'll be able to convert the storage area on the roof into a bedroom?
Either way, she had many things to be done, the first was to pack away her things in the Citadel, and leave the falsified sense of family behind as she made her way to a new home in Terrastella. As she turned to leave, her shoulders still, and head held high, she made sure to avoid making eye contact with either of the stallions. Liam, or Bucky; she couldn't stomach looking at either of them right now . . . she didn't want to see what may be in their eyes . . .
She'd simply been too stupid to realize.
Adoption was just a word they said.
They apparently didn't mean it would truly pull you into their family.
Stupid, Asta; so stupid.
"Speech"
Thoughts
No real tag to give other than to @Uzuri since Asta's running from the scene.
Notes:
Worse, the way her stomach pitched, the way her breath stilled - it wasn't unfamiliar. It was a practiced method of closing her eyes, of settling her nerves, of knowing what came next.
Toyed along, promised safety - shelter - the care of someone who would really be there for her, but they weren't really there.
That soothsayer had been right. She was just a stone to be tossed aside, nothing but a part of a background, and now Liam's story was changing scenes, and her useless part was no longer needed. She was no longer needed. Her gaze slowly grew hard, but it betrayed her turmoil as her muzzle twitched, her breath continued to hitch, but those eyes turned to ice as she slowly lifted her gaze, until she stared forward at the two stallions she had seen as her fathers.
Fathers, ha. They were going off to be their own family, and who cared about poor Asta,
A never-ending story of no purpose. A never-ending life with no guidance. And apparently a never-ending extra where true familial ties that were promised to extend past this life's existence was nothing but hearsay. Liam was supposed to be there for her. For her to turn to. Protection from her parents who were ready to dominate her life and crush her spirit. Protection from the loneliness and isolation she'd crafter her story from. Protection from her demons that begged her to see if her next death might be her last one.
Those purple eyes of hers hardened, turning gold like a glacier, and slowly she felt her body stiffen, her head tilting up, the perfect high-society princess staring up with contempt at the king who was now turning her away. No, not a king anymore, soon not to be a Novus-Resident at all if he and Bucky where escaping. Her gaze cuts briefly to Uzi, and she makes her decision as she refuses to look back at Liam, to say anything to him about his decisions. She treats him as if he's a ghost - it's all he'll be after all. A ghost of a memory when this life finally ends and her cycle repeats in a lonely atmosphere. Another connection made that will be ripped away from her.
"Uzuri, I shall have my room cleaned out of your Citadel by tonight. I am sure you'll do Terrastella well, but I must take my leave of this meeting. Do not take it as a slight to your position, I just have no desire to be here any longer. If you need me for anything moving forward - provided my parents have not dragged me back home, I can be found at my bar." Perhaps she'll be able to convert the storage area on the roof into a bedroom?
Either way, she had many things to be done, the first was to pack away her things in the Citadel, and leave the falsified sense of family behind as she made her way to a new home in Terrastella. As she turned to leave, her shoulders still, and head held high, she made sure to avoid making eye contact with either of the stallions. Liam, or Bucky; she couldn't stomach looking at either of them right now . . . she didn't want to see what may be in their eyes . . .
She'd simply been too stupid to realize.
Adoption was just a word they said.
They apparently didn't mean it would truly pull you into their family.
Stupid, Asta; so stupid.
"Speech"
Thoughts
No real tag to give other than to @Uzuri since Asta's running from the scene.
Notes:
shades of jade and emerald
