Starlightwielded - Revenge - Tumblr Blog
it almost feels like the lines @forwardmoved gives are something either memorized and quoted time and time again or something that are said without second thought or hesitation. he says them just as ella used to recite passages in books back to her parents- the history of bogs hollow, tales from the unending desert, legends of the uncrossable sea, and far, far too much poetry, but the prince says these words with such practiced eloquence- she almost wants to accuse him of stealing them but shes never read them before, and hearing them… “You're exquisite. You're transcendent. And you are mine.”
in truth, ella almost envies the easiness of his tongue. her every word, every thought has been for the singular purpose of survival yet he has no worries. ella ashmore is trying her very best to play the part she is dressed as, but all the same, her thousands of fears cling to her with a cruel tightness. she feels she is out of her element, even this is everything she’s ever imagined. the only reason she’s gotten this far is relying on both the few lessons she learned from her parents, some of the… more tame things her stepmother has said, as well as well… things found in the limited romance books she’s read.
she is a star now. she is not herself- she is radiant and burning, transcendent, as he put it. she will burn so bright, she will be blinding. hopefully that light will be enough to cover her uncertainty.
" yours? " there's something so comical about the statement. she hasn't belonged to herself in so long. ella does not let herself linger on it, though. she smiles. she teases. " you are quite confident, my prince, aren't you? "
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if her father were alive, the words this man was saying would have lead to him getting dragged to the center of town and punished publicly, but her father is not here and her father never would have imagined just how much the house of ashmore would burn. he never would have imagined that ella ashmore spent a split of a second thinking about it instead of downright turning it down. that split second fills ella with sheer tension. there's nothing wrong with the woman who work in these establishment but... that is not the life she has been raised for and she intends to live that life she was meant to again, no matter how long it takes-
... but it would be a way out. she would be free. no more torment. no more keeping filthy. no one more cruelty...
" you do know who i am, yes? " she answers quickly, her words not as harsh as they should be, her tongue answering while her head is still partially lost in thought. her own voice snaps her out of it and acts like a scolding more so to herself than him. ella moves quick to continue. " i know i smell and look extremely different, but i do need to make sure you are certain of who you are talking to. "
"You know," Ted's leaning against the outside of the tavern, bud & brew, dark eyes scanning the gangly and ghastly sight of @starlightwielded who had been just trying to pass through the buildings. He knew she was look for peace and not someone else's opinion, but he couldn't stop himself, "you could be so much more than whatever dirt you're left to be by your family." He gives a shrug, dragging his gaze away for a moment only to bring it back with a smirk placed on his lips, "I know your stepmother claims it to be crazy and she is.. quite convincing, but we don't care about all that at the wench hole. well... except needing a bath."
He was wasn't sure what the Ashmore girl would say to him, but he knew her well enough to know she had something at the ready. So did he. He never started a conversation he wasn't somehow prepared for and he knew offering this to the likes of her were bold. She was a walking project and she'd take work to fix up, but he was sure he could handle. He and his right hand women.
it is both ironic and strange, how easily the weight of everything slips away the moment that they begin to wade in the water and where the pair have managed to wander. deep down, she knows that they have duties they ought to be doing, a kingdom on their shoulders, but she is clinging to this moment with a tight hold, an almost desperateness for the moment to never end and ella wonders just how much of it is the water' and how much of it is the company. nor is she sure just how much she wants to think on that when she wants to enjoy this break and focus on memorizing the moment; the feeling of the water when it hits her thigh and she dips her hand in it, the childish thundering of her heart, the way tadius looks as he speaks to her… his hair, his smile. the way she feels her own smile grow as she looks.
" we should, perhaps, though i fear i am not quite wanting to. not yet, at least. " a little laugh leaves her mouth, head tilts to the side as she looks back down to the lily pad, thumbing with fondness at the petals, debating picking it or not, appreciating the flower's loveliness. the rest of the day seems so far away, her mind somewhat lost in the current. " what is on the schedule for today? " she asks as she turns back to him again, wide smile still painted across her lips.
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his wild smile carried youth in it like you couldn’t believe. running down the halls with the prince without ever being caught, being shamed. boyish, chestnut curls swept over his forehead. his heart carried her radiance, their ‘break’ from the castle, turning into a walk, that led to a wander, and well, that had led them here, to the first time they met, wading in a river. she had her dress fastened to her hip, and it surprised tadius just as much as he warmed to the idea of how much sense it made, that she would know to do that. a queen that thought ahead, practical. after years of spying glimpses of the ridiculous courtwear, it was a welcome change. tadius’ pants rolled up to his knees much more simply, his sleeves to the same. “ should we be back soon, my queen? ” he calls out to her, from where she spies a lilypad.
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perhaps ella should have prepared herself for the embrace, but it caught her so incredibly off guard, her arms tightening around her almost felt like a stab right to her heart. their conversation, her own feelings, everything for a moment is lost and fades as the warmth of justine’s touch overwhelms and comforts her. she barely can hear justine’s words as that warmth wraps around her and overwhelms in the best possible way.
she doesn’t know the last time she’s been held like this… or rather ella does not think she has ever been held like this…
her mind returns to her before justine continues to speak, but not before she has time to let the forgiveness sink in. the queen listens even as protests stir in her mind- she would have wanted them to. anyone else would have and she would hold no malice or hatred if they had, but lucy and justine were not like everyone else.
that’s something that ella already knew deep in her soul. even before they had saved her life.
protectiveness flairs in her at justine’s words, both at the steadfast loyalty in the statement and mention of the gods- they are alive but ella knows she is changed. no longer is she that happy, carefree, thing skipping around making up languages and dancing about the forrest floor with no worries. she fears that she is gone for good, that her stepmother severed her connection to her along with her feet of flesh. she feels something new, someone who knows too much and perhaps should not be alive, yet here she stands, feet made of strange starlight, crown on her head, mantle and the kingdom on her shoulders. none of that matters as much as who holds her tight- for now, at least.
the queen inhales. the queen exhales. she holds justine back with a fierce tightness, as though her grip could express everything that echoes inside of her head left unsaid. then she laughs softly.
“ careful. i fear my questions are heavy and there is oh so many of them. ” her tone light but relieved all the same. her eyes are shut but she’s smiling still.
ella dares to open her eyes a moment later, shoulders relaxing as she stares into justine’s. “it goes both ways though. if there’s anything that you want to know i promise you that i will tell you. and i promise you you are safe. i swear it. ” she would do anything and give everything to keep that promise.
but where to start?
“ how are you both back? what happened? ” it is a starting point, though ella is slightly scared for the answer.
The weight they all carry could have easily crushed them. It could have squashed the care they feel for each other, but Justine feels stronger for it. She must be stronger to help Lucy and Ella carry it. She refuses to let her tether to either of them snap. Lucy was already her world, but Ella has become another one entirely. She needs Ella as much as she needs Lucy. Without them in her orbit, she will float off into space—a dying star.
Her gaze softens as Ella apologizes. She feels no entitlement to an apology, but she listens without interruption. Ella needs to get this off of her chest. Justine sees it in the way she carries herself. This is a burden that must be released.
She takes a step forward, releasing Ella's hands only to wrap her arms around the queen's neck, cheek to cheek. She hugs her in silence for several moments.
"I forgive you. Of course I forgive you," she echoes Ella's words in a whisper.
She takes a step back, relinquishing her hold on Ella, but she keeps her gaze.
"Even if we found out before stepping foot there, Ella, do you think we would have turned back?" She smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes.
"We would have come to get you, and no one, save for the gods, can say if we would have gotten away unscathed."
Justine feels as sure about this as she does about the fact that the sun will rise in the morning. She would re-do that wonderful, horrible day over and over again if it meant that Ella could finally escape her captivity. The only mercy she would ask of the gods would be to take she and Lucy at the same time, so neither had to suffer the other's demise.
"I am here, dear Ella." She places her hand on Ella's shoulder. "I am just as real as you." Her smile grows, creating tiny creases in the corners of her eyes. "And I have all the time in the world for any questions you have."
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