02-20-2016, 04:09 PM
Lucrezia does not know what it is like to feel lonely. She only knows what it is like to feel forgotten and insignificant. It was her family that made her feel so essential and unique among all the others in the world. It was her father she had learned what love was. It was her sister, Straia, who had taught her the world of magic. Yet, it was also her family that had torn her apart, the very pieces of her heat that made her who she was. The very pieces so mingled and twisted, she is trying so hard to put back together. And somehow she manages to be here now, under the willow with a stranger as a storm brews over their heads.
She keeps her eyes on the stranger, particularly intrigued by his nature of stillness. Lucrezia has always found curiosity in strangers. There was something fascinated with others, especially the twisted and broken ones in Beqanna that she had to find out every detail of their life. Maybe it was the part of them that made them tangible; their desires and struggles she had to know of. Lucrezia had somehow always managed to find herself in the presence of such others; maybe she was attracted to others like herself. The ones who needed something to make them whole again, to make them feel alive. On the contrary, maybe she was just a lost soul searching for something, anything to fill this empty part of her.
After all, she was desperate for anything.
Lucrezia’s smile remains on her delicate, thin lips as continues to watch him. She didn’t know he could see through her masquerade. Maybe she has become weak in her ways of manipulating others. It had never been her desire to hurt others, but it was something she decided she could always use to protect herself. Lucrezia, however, lets it fall away. It was not natural to hold onto a smile for so long. She needed to find solid ground, but attempt to have the upper hand (a lesson from her father that now turned into instinct).
“Thank you, Offspring” she says with a grin as any princess might before her own people and kingdom. A princess had meant something to her when her father ruled, but now it simply was a worthless title. There had been nothing special with it. The title did not come with anything she desired, but for her father it had meant something when he was a king and looking for alliances. “Such a rough storm for the beginning of spring, isn’t?” It was not like all the storms she had seen in the spring time when coming to the Meadow all those years ago as a foal. There was something stronger and darker here now, she felt it in her heart, but maybe it was just her one personal outlook on this memorable place that clouded her judgement.
She keeps her eyes on the stranger, particularly intrigued by his nature of stillness. Lucrezia has always found curiosity in strangers. There was something fascinated with others, especially the twisted and broken ones in Beqanna that she had to find out every detail of their life. Maybe it was the part of them that made them tangible; their desires and struggles she had to know of. Lucrezia had somehow always managed to find herself in the presence of such others; maybe she was attracted to others like herself. The ones who needed something to make them whole again, to make them feel alive. On the contrary, maybe she was just a lost soul searching for something, anything to fill this empty part of her.
After all, she was desperate for anything.
Lucrezia’s smile remains on her delicate, thin lips as continues to watch him. She didn’t know he could see through her masquerade. Maybe she has become weak in her ways of manipulating others. It had never been her desire to hurt others, but it was something she decided she could always use to protect herself. Lucrezia, however, lets it fall away. It was not natural to hold onto a smile for so long. She needed to find solid ground, but attempt to have the upper hand (a lesson from her father that now turned into instinct).
“Thank you, Offspring” she says with a grin as any princess might before her own people and kingdom. A princess had meant something to her when her father ruled, but now it simply was a worthless title. There had been nothing special with it. The title did not come with anything she desired, but for her father it had meant something when he was a king and looking for alliances. “Such a rough storm for the beginning of spring, isn’t?” It was not like all the storms she had seen in the spring time when coming to the Meadow all those years ago as a foal. There was something stronger and darker here now, she felt it in her heart, but maybe it was just her one personal outlook on this memorable place that clouded her judgement.
Lucrezia
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