RUNAWAY

🕯~Fourteen~🕯

((So this is what I think Glenia would look like. Yeah. This is the older Glenia btw.

I mucked it up ;-;

Also just pretend she has a flower crown on ;). ))

You didn't know where you were
You looked around, taking in the beautiful scene that was shown.

You were sitting on golden some sort of golden particles that twinkled like star dust. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, the beautiful blue sky going far as the eye could see. Surprisingly, for you at least, there was a big pool of water*, the colour the darkest colour of blue you ever seen. You were so intrigued at what it was so you took a reluctant hand and touched the peculiar granules. The granules felt so smooth and crumbly like bread crumbs. You smiled slightly before taking huge chunked of it in your hands, just for it to slip from your hands like your hands were see through.

"(Y/n),"

The voice was emotionless and held power in it. But it was also gentle and soft, like a mother's. You turned around, startled that someone called for you.

You saw the Glenia before you standing behind you.

Her deep (e/c) were filled with sorrow and guilt, her pink lips pulled into a form frown. Her short beautiful (h/c) waved in the wind angelically. She had a beautiful wavy blue dress that looked too big on her but still made her look like a goddess. On her head was a pale orange flower crown that was placed almost delicately on her head like she was just crowned queen.

"Glenia?" You murmured, getting up, your own pale purple dress fluttering in the wind. You didn't do anything as she started walking to you, her dress fluttering behind her like wings.

She kneeled before you, holding your tender hands  in her own callused hands. "Are you alright?" She asked you gently, both of her thumbs tracing your knuckles. You looked at her in confusion but then realised what she meant.

Your brothers.
(minus Iceland. He's cool//get it? Ice? Cool? Ok I'll shut up)

You nodded without a word looking down at your bare feet "Yes. I'm quite fine," you replied.

She knew you were lying.
She knew you were indeed not fine.

"Please don't lie to me," she said softly, not a evidence of anger or annoyance in her tone. Her loving orbs looked at your surprised face as your head whipped up to her.

You were lying.
You were indeed anything but fine.

The people that took you in.
The people that gave you a home.
The people that you loved dearly the minute they let you in their life.
They made you feel trapped the first few months you were on earth.
They suddenly made you feel like an object that they did nothing but goggle at.

You thought you wouldn't find a home again. You thought you didn't have anywhere else to belong. So you let it be, let yourself be a pawn in their sick game.

It was just now that you had a chance to actually think about this situation.

No longer were you keeping that independent façade.
No longer were you going to act older than yourself.
No longer were you going to smile like everything was alright.
No longer were you just going to do nothing about your own actual feelings

You just wanted to act your age for once.
You just wanted to act like a child.

So you did what you any child would in this situation.

Cry.

You clutched Glenia's hands tighter as you felt big tears invade your eyes. Little hiccups erupted from your small throat, shaking your little body. Soon enough, Glenia hugged you tightly yet not too tight to choke you. She knew you wanted someone to hold, someone you could call home. You let go of her hard hands and instead clutched at her back, your cries the only thing that could be heard besides the waves crashing into the beach.

"It's not fair!!" You wailed, your cries even louder "A-All I wanted...w-w-was for them to love me-ee!!"

Your cries and pleads made Glenia herself sad, disappointed and angry. Sad at how damaged you were by this, disappointed because of how ignorant and stupid the Nordics had become and angry at how inconsiderate they were to your own feelings.

"Let it all out dear," She cooed, rubbing you back like a mother should.

"Why?! Wh-Why did th-they lock-ck me up?! I-I...I don't understa-and!!" You asked no one, clutching harder to Glenia.

Glenia felt horrible. She didn't know what to do but to just hold you as you let your whole heart pour out. She couldn't help but to cry to herself at how desperate and broken you sounded right now.

This was the actual you.

A lost, confused little girl who was wondering in the dark by herself.

But you did have a light.

Iceland.

He realised his wrong doings.
He made up with you.
He's trying to mend everything his brothers have been doing wrong.

"Iceland is with you. Trust him. He will guide you," Glenia said softly again, stroking your fluffy hair "He will be your light,"

She heard your breath hitch as your clutch on her back loosened. She smiled, knowing you trusted Iceland.

It was right.

Without Iceland you wouldn't have escaped the clutches of your now insane brothers.
Without him you wouldn't have had someone to hold you and to hug you tight.

You smiled gently as your cries quietened down into small hiccups.

You were a lost, confused little girl who was wondering in the dark by herself.
But you found a light, a candle in the dark.

And he was going to lead you back home.

Continue?
>Yes
No

*Ya know...It was the beach...But uh...Younger Glenia hasn't seen the beach before so...yeah