it's more than just a fairytale {cameo}
Oct 22, 2017 21:56:13 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Oct 22, 2017 21:56:13 GMT -5
Anastasia Miristioma
Age: Five
Often there’s no guarantee on the reaction that’s going to derive within any situation. Numerous times within Anastasia’s past, she learned this exact lesson. Pure sweet intentions would consume her actions, and in return the opposite of what she was hoping to accomplish unfolds. Kindness would direct towards the awful man she thought was her Capitol Father, only for more impatient annoyance to strike back at her. Sympathy would crawl to her weeping Capitol Mother, solely for sorrow to transfer into anger before her very eyes. Love would seek to play with her Capitol Brother, and a harsh game would be chosen by him in exchange. But the innocent Girl could never learn from this – and her persistence remained. Fortunately, at that, as here within District Eleven her hopeful intentions never unravel as poorly as they always did back then.
“Yeah, I think he can be happy if the twins get their happy ending.” Replies back to her, which sparks another round of grins across her Uncle and her cheeks. She’s unsure of who these Twins he speaks of even are, but purely hopes for everyone receive the happiness that they deserve. Perhaps they might even be fictional, though by his story’s words and his reply she doubts it. One day she’ll discover the identity of them, while at this very moment she doesn’t press to know for some reason.
Though they planned on retrieving back Home earlier, to enjoy the last tale upon their stroll, it’s now that he offers returning. A petite giggle whispers past her lips as she wonders if they truly will actually go back now, though she doesn’t dare express her amusement. Why joke over such, when she relishes in the rare moments she’s permitted outside of the Victor Village? When harsh taunting always targeted her within the Capitol, even innocent humor she attempts to refrain from. It’s never enjoyable to make fun at another person’s expense, even though it seems that so many people do anyways.
This time her Uncle actually stands however, confirming their actual departure now. Cautiously he stumbles to his feet with one of the Twins being cradled within his arms. Is it these Youngsters that the latest story was about? With how few years they pertain in their age, Anastasia doubts it – completely oblivious to who the characters actually are, even with one of them being right before her, and the other being the man who rescued her from the Capitol.
Swift with following directions, she immediately hobbles to her footing as well – automatically trailing beside the others. Potential time for a third story offers to the two little ones who remained awake, and instantly the suggestion enlargers the grin upon Anastasia’s lips. Nearly every positive aspect of life she’ll find beyond enjoyable; whether relishing in the bliss of play, being cradled by the company of those she loves, or absorbing into a tale that brings her to another reality. The eyes of her Uncle gazes to her in particular, wondering out loud if she’d like another story, which quickly has her head bobbing up and down in approval.
“Or I has story to.” She spontaneously announces, without even a particular tale in mind in which she could share. Numerous times while traveling the streets of the Capitol, or when she resided with countless of other orphans, she’d observe the likes of the people around her – imagining their history within her youthful thoughts. And she also has a past of her own, one in which she’s never calculated into narrative words.
Once a good ahead is given, she begins to speak unplanned sentences. “Once upon a time…” Well aside from the common start of every story. “There be a little Girl who live in fancy place. Everyone love it there, but she didn’t. They all paint their faces every day in scary ways. But she never did.” Recent memories of the Capitol leaves a shiver rumbling down her back, grateful that she no longer has to live in such an awful place. “Her family did though. And they weren’t really nice either. They didn’t like the little Girl, though she never know why. But one day the Mommy and Daddy got in trouble, and the little Girl and her Brother were taken from them…” She pauses with a need to breath, though the break doesn’t last long before her quiet voice begins rumbling once more.
“They take the Girl and her Brother to place call a foster house. It was no bad there, but there was lots of kids. So many kids the adults hardly can calm them. There was lots of friends for the little Girl. But her Brother no like it there, and blamed her for them having to live there and not with Mommy and Daddy.” The details are left out in a desire to neglect them herself, though she shares the general outline of all that happened. “One day her Brother scare her so bad she ran from foster house real fast, and real long. Really high buildings were all around cause she ran so far. And that’s when she ran into a really nice Man! He was Capitol Celebrity, that no lived in the Capitol.” She explains Kirito with a huge grin across her cheeks. “He make her go back to Foster House, but he promise to visit her – and he did! Then when he had to go back home, he took her with him. It was in far away land, where people no paint their faces all scary. And she loves it there.” Finally, she concludes her own personal tale, with joy seeping from her exhales.
“That story of me and Kirido.” She explains with assumption that it couldn’t possibly be obvious to them. “And why I live here now. I love it here.” There’s no removing the smirk across her lips, or shrinking it even slightly for that matter. The mere thought of how much better life is, has her overwhelmingly happy, in a manner she’d never change for anything – not even for her Capitol Mom & Dad to spontaneously accept her now. Her new parents and family are worth more than them by far, and so much more as well.
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