Honestly this is just a prompt from my tumblr! https://www.tumblr.co/blog/myartpoemsandriting
and... btw lol this is definitely Fintan centric
Imagine it.
You found something you think will finally quench your constant need for your element. You ask...
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Ok! time for serious, sad angst
"Fintan?" Bronte asks, and I nod.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry that all of this..." I smile a little. If even he's saying something, I must look bad. As in 'just rolled out of bed after being drowned and fell down a ravine' bad. I sigh.
"It's okay. It's for the best." Yeah. Last time I tried to help it made everything so much worse. So, so much worse. I mean, that's why we're here, right?
"You know this will cause other issues."
"Yes. I do." I say quietly, sighing again and pulling back my hood before facing the Council. It's so weird to call them that, as if I'm not one of them. Because I'm not. I remind myself.
No tears...
Stony...
Ice cold...
That's what they mutter in the crowd. The whispers. I want to crawl in a hole.
Don't show that it hurts, or that it's anything like when I was little. We were never very popular, the family, but now? My mother's eyes bore into me. Her glare. My father's disappointment is worse though. He always had high hopes.
But my sister... she gives me a smile, a sad one. But definitely a smile. From her throne. And then she stands and declares she is stepping down too.
"No, Amiya!" I don't realize I said it until I feel the weight of many stares turn back to me.
"Don't do this." I say quietly.
"I'm not doing it for you." I knew she wasn't. I know it's because of her little secret boyfriend. And girlfriend. I know it, but it hurts.
