mon béguin . elegant
Sept 1, 2021 2:51:40 GMT -5
Post by cass on Sept 1, 2021 2:51:40 GMT -5
A S T E R
She’d been avoiding him ever since that day in the forest. It had meant something to her, the tightness in her chest since that moment had only grown. Some part of her ached, her body responding to it in a way she had never anticipated. She brushed it aside, telling herself time and time again that it was simply the poison she was ingesting every single day. The ache in her belly and sting in her chest were symptoms of the game she played with Killian. It had nothing to do with Finn. It couldn’t have anything to do with him, not in a house as dangerous as this, where one wrong step could mean Killian’s protection was snatched from her like Finn had stolen her breath.
The smell of him had lingered for too long on her clothes. The warmth of his arms had set her craving to feel him embrace her once more. The moments she glimpsed him at training or in the hall she didn’t allow herself to linger. Her eyes cast to the ground; glasses pushed up higher on the bridge of her nose as she buried herself into whatever book she was holding. The words seemed to slip from her mind, and it took one or two tries to read each sentence. She hated the way her mind betrayed her, the way the corner of her eyes twitched, gaze trying to pull away from blurred words to see if he was still there. The few times she stole herself to try and catch his attention, he was already gone, a fleeting ghost that seemed as distant and despondent as ever.
Perhaps it had been a dream. The world within this household was cruel enough to trick her into thinking he had saved some part of her. Aster was foolish enough to cling onto it, a glimpse of hope that would stop her from drowning within the chaos of their brutal teachings. When she lay in bed at night, curled on her side, waiting for the pain of the poison to subside all she could do was think. Day after day it was that one moment of relief that would bubble up to the surface no matter how much she tried to shove it away.
Aster was sitting outside, once more trying to lose herself within the confines of her book. And once more failing to do so. Coincidentally she had found herself beneath the shade of a tree just as he had made his way outside to train, the was sun high, a light breeze caressing a peaceful afternoon, and the sound of his weapon rhythmically hitting wood.
Her eyes betrayed her, pulling away from the book to gaze at his arms, to look at the way he moved like he was in a dance. The methodical twists and turns showed how much he had grown and changed. He carried himself with skill, and Aster couldn’t understand why Victor still treated Finn with such distaste; it was evident Finn was going to be one of the best within the house.
He paused, for a moment his gaze seemed to spot her, and just like that the trance was broken. Aster snapped her book shut, quickly getting to her feet as she cursed silently at herself for being such a fool. Her cheeks glowed red, embarrassment and frustration bubbling beneath her skin as she moved back towards the house. She brought the book up, covering the side of her face, desperate to hide the redness on her cheeks.
”Carry on,” she muttered, a stiff urgency coating her movements.
The smell of him had lingered for too long on her clothes. The warmth of his arms had set her craving to feel him embrace her once more. The moments she glimpsed him at training or in the hall she didn’t allow herself to linger. Her eyes cast to the ground; glasses pushed up higher on the bridge of her nose as she buried herself into whatever book she was holding. The words seemed to slip from her mind, and it took one or two tries to read each sentence. She hated the way her mind betrayed her, the way the corner of her eyes twitched, gaze trying to pull away from blurred words to see if he was still there. The few times she stole herself to try and catch his attention, he was already gone, a fleeting ghost that seemed as distant and despondent as ever.
Perhaps it had been a dream. The world within this household was cruel enough to trick her into thinking he had saved some part of her. Aster was foolish enough to cling onto it, a glimpse of hope that would stop her from drowning within the chaos of their brutal teachings. When she lay in bed at night, curled on her side, waiting for the pain of the poison to subside all she could do was think. Day after day it was that one moment of relief that would bubble up to the surface no matter how much she tried to shove it away.
Aster was sitting outside, once more trying to lose herself within the confines of her book. And once more failing to do so. Coincidentally she had found herself beneath the shade of a tree just as he had made his way outside to train, the was sun high, a light breeze caressing a peaceful afternoon, and the sound of his weapon rhythmically hitting wood.
Her eyes betrayed her, pulling away from the book to gaze at his arms, to look at the way he moved like he was in a dance. The methodical twists and turns showed how much he had grown and changed. He carried himself with skill, and Aster couldn’t understand why Victor still treated Finn with such distaste; it was evident Finn was going to be one of the best within the house.
He paused, for a moment his gaze seemed to spot her, and just like that the trance was broken. Aster snapped her book shut, quickly getting to her feet as she cursed silently at herself for being such a fool. Her cheeks glowed red, embarrassment and frustration bubbling beneath her skin as she moved back towards the house. She brought the book up, covering the side of her face, desperate to hide the redness on her cheeks.
”Carry on,” she muttered, a stiff urgency coating her movements.
S T R A U S S
