AISHA
and i knew
how could she not
how could she not
Make a new life, as though it could be simple as that. Aisha scoffed, looking away and shaking her head. The world was caving in on her, her crown burnt to dust and her life to ash. Make a new life, join a guild, find a profession. Opportunities he said, though none that she asked for. Aisha wanted nothing more than to be in her room, dressing in her silks and basking in the sunlight that streamed through her arched windows.
Her nail had found it's way to her lips, and from there her teeth had taken over, anxiously and subconsciously gnawing at it. Wide eyes snapped back to Oliver as he began to speak on his own experience. Even through all his encouragement she felt somehow alone, and betrayed. Like him telling her to make a new life for herself was his way of saying to give up. When she'd asked what she was supposed to do, some part of her had expected something along the lines of, "well there is one way to return..." with a comprehensive list of ritual items to gather and what not.
This was obviously not a child's fantasy, but she still felt robbed of her chance.
"And-and-and," she stuttered through her flustered irritation, brows once again set downward, "And I'm supposed to just accept that? I'm just supposed to pretend like my life didn't happen and make art with you?" Her reply laced with a laugh of disbelief. Tell me you're lying, that there's a way out.
Her nail had found it's way to her lips, and from there her teeth had taken over, anxiously and subconsciously gnawing at it. Wide eyes snapped back to Oliver as he began to speak on his own experience. Even through all his encouragement she felt somehow alone, and betrayed. Like him telling her to make a new life for herself was his way of saying to give up. When she'd asked what she was supposed to do, some part of her had expected something along the lines of, "well there is one way to return..." with a comprehensive list of ritual items to gather and what not.
This was obviously not a child's fantasy, but she still felt robbed of her chance.
"And-and-and," she stuttered through her flustered irritation, brows once again set downward, "And I'm supposed to just accept that? I'm just supposed to pretend like my life didn't happen and make art with you?" Her reply laced with a laugh of disbelief. Tell me you're lying, that there's a way out.
she could have
anyone she wants
anyone she wants
