[P] wonderland.

[Asterion]

Asterion in sunshine and in shadow* Forget me not, she says, and he knows already he never will. He is not prepared for her to go; with her kiss still burning on his cheek he watches, helpless, as she flares her mighty wings. It doesn’t even cross his mind that he’s not given her his name; already hers burns like a flame in his heart. “Please,” he says, he begs – but it is too late; she is leaving, she is gone, she is nothing but a memory like an indentation in a pillow that still smells of perfume. Asterion does not blink as she goes; his gaze tracks her, devours her, until she vanishes from view. He has never before wished for wings; now, he would trade anything for them. Anything to follow her. He is alone again. More than he was before, because Aislinn has taken a part of him with her. His heart is aloft, his dreams are among the fading stars – And one by one the fireflies leave him as he walks on toward the dawn, with no destination in mind.