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Anastasia had forged a new identity outside of Athenia, a new life given to her by the good graces of the Gods. Life was, to so many, a difficult trial, where dreams were tempered by expectation and the lives that one lived were limited by the ceiling of the circumstances of one's birth. Where Anastasia understood the need for the division of the world, she worked to provide unto all of the classes a bit of escapism from such considerations. Anastasia spent the years honing her tongue to serve the gods with her voice. She honed her body to serve the people with her movement. And then, she honed her heart as to never be broken again.
Give me breath, and I'll sing to the heavens. Give me wine and I'll drink for your graces. Give me an audience and I will astound for your glory.
The promise was made to the Gods, the morning ritual that paired with the movements along the beach of Acaris. She'd come here on a whim, for limitless were the number of beaches in Taengea and Anastasia wanted to see them all. The years gave unto her a deep sense of wanderlust, discomfort when remaining too still for too long, a feverish curiosity that burned every fibre of her being and jolted her to wake early in order to pass her days in the midst of exploration. Anastasia need not perform this day. Her coinpurse was heavy with the donations given so freely at her stories, through her pilfering that followed. The hand of Hermes, of the pickpocket and the burglar, were the additional supplements to what was a respectable income as a bard.
The thief reveled in her ability, in her reflection of the passage of time. She reveled in the years that had passed, turning a girl with egregious injury and scars upon her body to a woman who would never be helpless to such treatment again. Anastasia's head was held high, her posture straight and her steps fluid as she removed her sandals. She let the sand sift through her toes, a breath of elated laughter escaping her as she shifted her shoulders and loosened the grip of the sash on the azure chiton. As the sash fell to the ground, the woman relished in the air as it kissed at the bare flesh of her midriff. She removed the garment, keeping her eyes to her surroundings as she dipped into the ocean and kicked forward to push herself deeper into the tide.
Careful to remain in her solitude, she reveled in the chill of the tide, in the foam that stung salt against her face. She whipped her head back, hair flying through the air and snapping at the skin of her back. She felt the grin stretching her features before she pulled at the tresses to throw her hair over her right shoulder. The young woman kept a towel with her, brushing at her skin before she let it fall upon the sands. She laid down upon it, reveling in the sun as she sought for it to dry her hair and kiss against her features. The chiton she'd worn covered her body like a blanket as she stared at the coastline, following the path of a ship as it drew farther and farther away.
I am home.
She knew it to be true, the kingdom of her birth a far flight behind her as the unbridled laughter parted her lips and echoed along the tide.
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Taengea is my home.
Anastasia had forged a new identity outside of Athenia, a new life given to her by the good graces of the Gods. Life was, to so many, a difficult trial, where dreams were tempered by expectation and the lives that one lived were limited by the ceiling of the circumstances of one's birth. Where Anastasia understood the need for the division of the world, she worked to provide unto all of the classes a bit of escapism from such considerations. Anastasia spent the years honing her tongue to serve the gods with her voice. She honed her body to serve the people with her movement. And then, she honed her heart as to never be broken again.
Give me breath, and I'll sing to the heavens. Give me wine and I'll drink for your graces. Give me an audience and I will astound for your glory.
The promise was made to the Gods, the morning ritual that paired with the movements along the beach of Acaris. She'd come here on a whim, for limitless were the number of beaches in Taengea and Anastasia wanted to see them all. The years gave unto her a deep sense of wanderlust, discomfort when remaining too still for too long, a feverish curiosity that burned every fibre of her being and jolted her to wake early in order to pass her days in the midst of exploration. Anastasia need not perform this day. Her coinpurse was heavy with the donations given so freely at her stories, through her pilfering that followed. The hand of Hermes, of the pickpocket and the burglar, were the additional supplements to what was a respectable income as a bard.
The thief reveled in her ability, in her reflection of the passage of time. She reveled in the years that had passed, turning a girl with egregious injury and scars upon her body to a woman who would never be helpless to such treatment again. Anastasia's head was held high, her posture straight and her steps fluid as she removed her sandals. She let the sand sift through her toes, a breath of elated laughter escaping her as she shifted her shoulders and loosened the grip of the sash on the azure chiton. As the sash fell to the ground, the woman relished in the air as it kissed at the bare flesh of her midriff. She removed the garment, keeping her eyes to her surroundings as she dipped into the ocean and kicked forward to push herself deeper into the tide.
Careful to remain in her solitude, she reveled in the chill of the tide, in the foam that stung salt against her face. She whipped her head back, hair flying through the air and snapping at the skin of her back. She felt the grin stretching her features before she pulled at the tresses to throw her hair over her right shoulder. The young woman kept a towel with her, brushing at her skin before she let it fall upon the sands. She laid down upon it, reveling in the sun as she sought for it to dry her hair and kiss against her features. The chiton she'd worn covered her body like a blanket as she stared at the coastline, following the path of a ship as it drew farther and farther away.
I am home.
She knew it to be true, the kingdom of her birth a far flight behind her as the unbridled laughter parted her lips and echoed along the tide.
Taengea is my home.
Anastasia had forged a new identity outside of Athenia, a new life given to her by the good graces of the Gods. Life was, to so many, a difficult trial, where dreams were tempered by expectation and the lives that one lived were limited by the ceiling of the circumstances of one's birth. Where Anastasia understood the need for the division of the world, she worked to provide unto all of the classes a bit of escapism from such considerations. Anastasia spent the years honing her tongue to serve the gods with her voice. She honed her body to serve the people with her movement. And then, she honed her heart as to never be broken again.
Give me breath, and I'll sing to the heavens. Give me wine and I'll drink for your graces. Give me an audience and I will astound for your glory.
The promise was made to the Gods, the morning ritual that paired with the movements along the beach of Acaris. She'd come here on a whim, for limitless were the number of beaches in Taengea and Anastasia wanted to see them all. The years gave unto her a deep sense of wanderlust, discomfort when remaining too still for too long, a feverish curiosity that burned every fibre of her being and jolted her to wake early in order to pass her days in the midst of exploration. Anastasia need not perform this day. Her coinpurse was heavy with the donations given so freely at her stories, through her pilfering that followed. The hand of Hermes, of the pickpocket and the burglar, were the additional supplements to what was a respectable income as a bard.
The thief reveled in her ability, in her reflection of the passage of time. She reveled in the years that had passed, turning a girl with egregious injury and scars upon her body to a woman who would never be helpless to such treatment again. Anastasia's head was held high, her posture straight and her steps fluid as she removed her sandals. She let the sand sift through her toes, a breath of elated laughter escaping her as she shifted her shoulders and loosened the grip of the sash on the azure chiton. As the sash fell to the ground, the woman relished in the air as it kissed at the bare flesh of her midriff. She removed the garment, keeping her eyes to her surroundings as she dipped into the ocean and kicked forward to push herself deeper into the tide.
Careful to remain in her solitude, she reveled in the chill of the tide, in the foam that stung salt against her face. She whipped her head back, hair flying through the air and snapping at the skin of her back. She felt the grin stretching her features before she pulled at the tresses to throw her hair over her right shoulder. The young woman kept a towel with her, brushing at her skin before she let it fall upon the sands. She laid down upon it, reveling in the sun as she sought for it to dry her hair and kiss against her features. The chiton she'd worn covered her body like a blanket as she stared at the coastline, following the path of a ship as it drew farther and farther away.
I am home.
She knew it to be true, the kingdom of her birth a far flight behind her as the unbridled laughter parted her lips and echoed along the tide.
Adrestus trekked along the beach, taking in the fresh air of the sea. Tangea never ceased to surprise him, and while the other greek kingdom wasn’t quite like Athenia, the people who he had come in contact with had been kind. He liked it. He remembered years passed when he had come to Tangea as they had just started their adventures on the sea. It had been heartbreaking when his good friend and crush had to leave the ship- yet he understood it. He couldn’t help but still feel the twinge of abandonment though. He had got her out of Athenia, thinking she would stay with him longer then she did but it wasn’t to be. As soon as Calliope was safe away from Athenia, she left at the port of Tangea. It had taken some time for Adrestus not to feel hurt by it- finally coming to the conclusion that she did what she had to do. It would have never been able to work out between them anyways, as he was still heir and it was dangerous for her to go back. The conclusion, however, didn’t mean that he had forgotten her. Quite the opposite. Many years later, he was still wondering what had happened to his friend who he had saved from a broken marriage.
He was deep in thought when he suddenly saw something familiar. Her arms her hair, her face…. His eyes grew wide as he realized who she was. “Calliope?” He whispered her name, not loud enough for anyone else to hear. He couldn’t believe it. All these years… and she was just there. He started to pick up his pace, a smile forming on his face. “Calliope!” He yelled, excitement filling him. “It's really you!” Adrestus kept saying her name.
He couldn’t believe his eyes, thank Poseidon! She was okay! She didn’t look broken like she once was. She looked like she was having the greatest time on the beach. He got closer, panting out of breath from running so face against the sand. “You are okay! You’re… here!” Adrestus stood closer to where she was, observing her. They both had grown, and she was incredibly stunning. Just like he had remembered. “I just… can’t believe it…” The gods must have pulled strings for him because he had never thought he had seen her again. “I thought you left… you left and I would never see you again.” He started rumbling as he stood, his voice filled with excitement and utter shock. “I can’t believe I found you….”
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Adrestus trekked along the beach, taking in the fresh air of the sea. Tangea never ceased to surprise him, and while the other greek kingdom wasn’t quite like Athenia, the people who he had come in contact with had been kind. He liked it. He remembered years passed when he had come to Tangea as they had just started their adventures on the sea. It had been heartbreaking when his good friend and crush had to leave the ship- yet he understood it. He couldn’t help but still feel the twinge of abandonment though. He had got her out of Athenia, thinking she would stay with him longer then she did but it wasn’t to be. As soon as Calliope was safe away from Athenia, she left at the port of Tangea. It had taken some time for Adrestus not to feel hurt by it- finally coming to the conclusion that she did what she had to do. It would have never been able to work out between them anyways, as he was still heir and it was dangerous for her to go back. The conclusion, however, didn’t mean that he had forgotten her. Quite the opposite. Many years later, he was still wondering what had happened to his friend who he had saved from a broken marriage.
He was deep in thought when he suddenly saw something familiar. Her arms her hair, her face…. His eyes grew wide as he realized who she was. “Calliope?” He whispered her name, not loud enough for anyone else to hear. He couldn’t believe it. All these years… and she was just there. He started to pick up his pace, a smile forming on his face. “Calliope!” He yelled, excitement filling him. “It's really you!” Adrestus kept saying her name.
He couldn’t believe his eyes, thank Poseidon! She was okay! She didn’t look broken like she once was. She looked like she was having the greatest time on the beach. He got closer, panting out of breath from running so face against the sand. “You are okay! You’re… here!” Adrestus stood closer to where she was, observing her. They both had grown, and she was incredibly stunning. Just like he had remembered. “I just… can’t believe it…” The gods must have pulled strings for him because he had never thought he had seen her again. “I thought you left… you left and I would never see you again.” He started rumbling as he stood, his voice filled with excitement and utter shock. “I can’t believe I found you….”
Adrestus trekked along the beach, taking in the fresh air of the sea. Tangea never ceased to surprise him, and while the other greek kingdom wasn’t quite like Athenia, the people who he had come in contact with had been kind. He liked it. He remembered years passed when he had come to Tangea as they had just started their adventures on the sea. It had been heartbreaking when his good friend and crush had to leave the ship- yet he understood it. He couldn’t help but still feel the twinge of abandonment though. He had got her out of Athenia, thinking she would stay with him longer then she did but it wasn’t to be. As soon as Calliope was safe away from Athenia, she left at the port of Tangea. It had taken some time for Adrestus not to feel hurt by it- finally coming to the conclusion that she did what she had to do. It would have never been able to work out between them anyways, as he was still heir and it was dangerous for her to go back. The conclusion, however, didn’t mean that he had forgotten her. Quite the opposite. Many years later, he was still wondering what had happened to his friend who he had saved from a broken marriage.
He was deep in thought when he suddenly saw something familiar. Her arms her hair, her face…. His eyes grew wide as he realized who she was. “Calliope?” He whispered her name, not loud enough for anyone else to hear. He couldn’t believe it. All these years… and she was just there. He started to pick up his pace, a smile forming on his face. “Calliope!” He yelled, excitement filling him. “It's really you!” Adrestus kept saying her name.
He couldn’t believe his eyes, thank Poseidon! She was okay! She didn’t look broken like she once was. She looked like she was having the greatest time on the beach. He got closer, panting out of breath from running so face against the sand. “You are okay! You’re… here!” Adrestus stood closer to where she was, observing her. They both had grown, and she was incredibly stunning. Just like he had remembered. “I just… can’t believe it…” The gods must have pulled strings for him because he had never thought he had seen her again. “I thought you left… you left and I would never see you again.” He started rumbling as he stood, his voice filled with excitement and utter shock. “I can’t believe I found you….”
That name.
How Anastasia hated the name Calliope. It wasn't the sound of it that offended her so, but the fact that it transported her to a different time. Another lifetime, an eternity ago, when the phoenix was but a caged bird waiting to burst into flame. The thought of Calliope of Aetaea hadn't come to Ana in quite some time, and the whiplash into the realm of memory distracted her even from the intimately familiar voice that said it.
Surrender yourself to me, Calliope.
The visage of Alector of Athenia poured into her mind's eye, and the look upon the savage's face was enough to twist her relaxation to immediate rage. She hardly noticed the thin sheen of sweat that covered over her temples. She did not rise for a long moment, hoping that whomever it was simply had a case of mistaken identity. By the voice, it wasn't the grizzled Alector of Athenia, and she need not pay attention to whatever soul dared speak that gods-cursed name aloud.
It's another Calliope, she wanted to imagine, but there was no one else around. Then, the sound of trudging through the sand, the shifting of the ground and the voice shouting our now. It was terrible, bringing the bard to resent the figure more and more as he drew closer. Then, once he was but a few meters away, that voice became more and more familiar. It stopped saying those wretched syllables, and the anger began to dissipate as a dawning recognition arose.
While the timbre of the young man's voice was deeper and the passage of time was clear in both of them, there was no mistaking the sort of indomitable warmth that came from the voice of Adrestus of Nikolaos. Anastasia hadn't realized her eyes falling shut, and as they flew open, the blur of sunlight wove a golden halo around the visage of the sailor she'd traveled with and befriended before that so many years ago. She didn't want to lie to the young man, and he seemed quite convinced of the truth as it was. Then, the excitement that suffused within his gaze...
Conflict. A tragic necessity in this world, but one that in the moment caused her to freeze. The chiton she wore over her body as a blanket caused her a moment of duress as she rose from her laying posture. Slowly, she covered herself with it as she tilted her head at Adrestus.
"My name isn't Calliope," she insisted. She wanted to frown at the young man, to rebuke his words and tell him to go away. But, she couldn't. The affection she held for Adrestus of Nikolaos spanned the river of time and his expression, that of wonderment and shock...
He's adorable, she thought despite herself.
"My name is Anastasia of the Siren's Song," she corrected him as she rose to her feet. Slowly, she turned to wrap herself in her chiton. Though the sash that kept it closed remained on the floor. She took a step forward, letting slender fingertips brush affectionately along the young man's jawline.
"It is a pleasure to meet you."
Again.
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That name.
How Anastasia hated the name Calliope. It wasn't the sound of it that offended her so, but the fact that it transported her to a different time. Another lifetime, an eternity ago, when the phoenix was but a caged bird waiting to burst into flame. The thought of Calliope of Aetaea hadn't come to Ana in quite some time, and the whiplash into the realm of memory distracted her even from the intimately familiar voice that said it.
Surrender yourself to me, Calliope.
The visage of Alector of Athenia poured into her mind's eye, and the look upon the savage's face was enough to twist her relaxation to immediate rage. She hardly noticed the thin sheen of sweat that covered over her temples. She did not rise for a long moment, hoping that whomever it was simply had a case of mistaken identity. By the voice, it wasn't the grizzled Alector of Athenia, and she need not pay attention to whatever soul dared speak that gods-cursed name aloud.
It's another Calliope, she wanted to imagine, but there was no one else around. Then, the sound of trudging through the sand, the shifting of the ground and the voice shouting our now. It was terrible, bringing the bard to resent the figure more and more as he drew closer. Then, once he was but a few meters away, that voice became more and more familiar. It stopped saying those wretched syllables, and the anger began to dissipate as a dawning recognition arose.
While the timbre of the young man's voice was deeper and the passage of time was clear in both of them, there was no mistaking the sort of indomitable warmth that came from the voice of Adrestus of Nikolaos. Anastasia hadn't realized her eyes falling shut, and as they flew open, the blur of sunlight wove a golden halo around the visage of the sailor she'd traveled with and befriended before that so many years ago. She didn't want to lie to the young man, and he seemed quite convinced of the truth as it was. Then, the excitement that suffused within his gaze...
Conflict. A tragic necessity in this world, but one that in the moment caused her to freeze. The chiton she wore over her body as a blanket caused her a moment of duress as she rose from her laying posture. Slowly, she covered herself with it as she tilted her head at Adrestus.
"My name isn't Calliope," she insisted. She wanted to frown at the young man, to rebuke his words and tell him to go away. But, she couldn't. The affection she held for Adrestus of Nikolaos spanned the river of time and his expression, that of wonderment and shock...
He's adorable, she thought despite herself.
"My name is Anastasia of the Siren's Song," she corrected him as she rose to her feet. Slowly, she turned to wrap herself in her chiton. Though the sash that kept it closed remained on the floor. She took a step forward, letting slender fingertips brush affectionately along the young man's jawline.
"It is a pleasure to meet you."
Again.
That name.
How Anastasia hated the name Calliope. It wasn't the sound of it that offended her so, but the fact that it transported her to a different time. Another lifetime, an eternity ago, when the phoenix was but a caged bird waiting to burst into flame. The thought of Calliope of Aetaea hadn't come to Ana in quite some time, and the whiplash into the realm of memory distracted her even from the intimately familiar voice that said it.
Surrender yourself to me, Calliope.
The visage of Alector of Athenia poured into her mind's eye, and the look upon the savage's face was enough to twist her relaxation to immediate rage. She hardly noticed the thin sheen of sweat that covered over her temples. She did not rise for a long moment, hoping that whomever it was simply had a case of mistaken identity. By the voice, it wasn't the grizzled Alector of Athenia, and she need not pay attention to whatever soul dared speak that gods-cursed name aloud.
It's another Calliope, she wanted to imagine, but there was no one else around. Then, the sound of trudging through the sand, the shifting of the ground and the voice shouting our now. It was terrible, bringing the bard to resent the figure more and more as he drew closer. Then, once he was but a few meters away, that voice became more and more familiar. It stopped saying those wretched syllables, and the anger began to dissipate as a dawning recognition arose.
While the timbre of the young man's voice was deeper and the passage of time was clear in both of them, there was no mistaking the sort of indomitable warmth that came from the voice of Adrestus of Nikolaos. Anastasia hadn't realized her eyes falling shut, and as they flew open, the blur of sunlight wove a golden halo around the visage of the sailor she'd traveled with and befriended before that so many years ago. She didn't want to lie to the young man, and he seemed quite convinced of the truth as it was. Then, the excitement that suffused within his gaze...
Conflict. A tragic necessity in this world, but one that in the moment caused her to freeze. The chiton she wore over her body as a blanket caused her a moment of duress as she rose from her laying posture. Slowly, she covered herself with it as she tilted her head at Adrestus.
"My name isn't Calliope," she insisted. She wanted to frown at the young man, to rebuke his words and tell him to go away. But, she couldn't. The affection she held for Adrestus of Nikolaos spanned the river of time and his expression, that of wonderment and shock...
He's adorable, she thought despite herself.
"My name is Anastasia of the Siren's Song," she corrected him as she rose to her feet. Slowly, she turned to wrap herself in her chiton. Though the sash that kept it closed remained on the floor. She took a step forward, letting slender fingertips brush affectionately along the young man's jawline.
"It is a pleasure to meet you."
Again.
Adre couldn’t believe his eyes. Or maybe the gods were playing tricks with his mind? His dear friend and crush, Calliope was standing before him. He thought he had lost her forever. Her words made him stop in his tracks, and stare at her, confused. Was he wrong? Was he seeing a mirage? Maybe the days at sea had gone to his head. “Not Calliope?” His words were quieter and slipped from his lips, almost a whisper. He felt his heart sink. It was a fast switch- one from excitement to disappointment. “Nice to meet you, Anastasia of the Siren’s Song” Adrestus bowed his head. The sailor had thought she was an old friend, but he had wrong. “My name is Adrestus of Nikolaos.” He gave her a glowing smile. “I apologize, I mistook you for a friend that I lost.” He explained. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”
Adrestus felt the touch of her fingers, and it was a familiar feeling. He felt his body relax under it as if Anastasia was not a stranger at all. But she was, wasn’t she? “You remind me of Calliope. I loved her, you know.” He said softly, his mind drifting. “I think Poseidon is playing tricks on me and making me see things, I’ve been sailing his seas for too long.” He gave a sigh, still thinking of her. “She left me though, I’m not sure why, but maybe she had no use for a sailor like me.” He continued to speak before looking Anastasia over. He smiled before reaching over to touch her hair. He couldn’t help it- he felt so comfortable. All of a sudden, he snapped out of it again, and took a step back. He shook his head.
“I’m, I’m sorry… like I said, I’ve been sailing for too long. It gets so lonely sometimes. I’m sure I’ve bothered you plenty.” Adrestus took another step back. He stopped for a moment, and frowned deeply. “Can I take another look at you? For memories sake? LIke I said, you look so much like *her*, and I miss her so much.” He paused a moment and laughed a little. “I sound like a desperate sailor, don’t I? By Poseidon…” He never realized… “I never realized how much I miss my Calliope. It’s been years. She might even be dead by now, the gods only know.” He continued to speak, his voice louder then the waves behind him.
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Adre couldn’t believe his eyes. Or maybe the gods were playing tricks with his mind? His dear friend and crush, Calliope was standing before him. He thought he had lost her forever. Her words made him stop in his tracks, and stare at her, confused. Was he wrong? Was he seeing a mirage? Maybe the days at sea had gone to his head. “Not Calliope?” His words were quieter and slipped from his lips, almost a whisper. He felt his heart sink. It was a fast switch- one from excitement to disappointment. “Nice to meet you, Anastasia of the Siren’s Song” Adrestus bowed his head. The sailor had thought she was an old friend, but he had wrong. “My name is Adrestus of Nikolaos.” He gave her a glowing smile. “I apologize, I mistook you for a friend that I lost.” He explained. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”
Adrestus felt the touch of her fingers, and it was a familiar feeling. He felt his body relax under it as if Anastasia was not a stranger at all. But she was, wasn’t she? “You remind me of Calliope. I loved her, you know.” He said softly, his mind drifting. “I think Poseidon is playing tricks on me and making me see things, I’ve been sailing his seas for too long.” He gave a sigh, still thinking of her. “She left me though, I’m not sure why, but maybe she had no use for a sailor like me.” He continued to speak before looking Anastasia over. He smiled before reaching over to touch her hair. He couldn’t help it- he felt so comfortable. All of a sudden, he snapped out of it again, and took a step back. He shook his head.
“I’m, I’m sorry… like I said, I’ve been sailing for too long. It gets so lonely sometimes. I’m sure I’ve bothered you plenty.” Adrestus took another step back. He stopped for a moment, and frowned deeply. “Can I take another look at you? For memories sake? LIke I said, you look so much like *her*, and I miss her so much.” He paused a moment and laughed a little. “I sound like a desperate sailor, don’t I? By Poseidon…” He never realized… “I never realized how much I miss my Calliope. It’s been years. She might even be dead by now, the gods only know.” He continued to speak, his voice louder then the waves behind him.
Adre couldn’t believe his eyes. Or maybe the gods were playing tricks with his mind? His dear friend and crush, Calliope was standing before him. He thought he had lost her forever. Her words made him stop in his tracks, and stare at her, confused. Was he wrong? Was he seeing a mirage? Maybe the days at sea had gone to his head. “Not Calliope?” His words were quieter and slipped from his lips, almost a whisper. He felt his heart sink. It was a fast switch- one from excitement to disappointment. “Nice to meet you, Anastasia of the Siren’s Song” Adrestus bowed his head. The sailor had thought she was an old friend, but he had wrong. “My name is Adrestus of Nikolaos.” He gave her a glowing smile. “I apologize, I mistook you for a friend that I lost.” He explained. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”
Adrestus felt the touch of her fingers, and it was a familiar feeling. He felt his body relax under it as if Anastasia was not a stranger at all. But she was, wasn’t she? “You remind me of Calliope. I loved her, you know.” He said softly, his mind drifting. “I think Poseidon is playing tricks on me and making me see things, I’ve been sailing his seas for too long.” He gave a sigh, still thinking of her. “She left me though, I’m not sure why, but maybe she had no use for a sailor like me.” He continued to speak before looking Anastasia over. He smiled before reaching over to touch her hair. He couldn’t help it- he felt so comfortable. All of a sudden, he snapped out of it again, and took a step back. He shook his head.
“I’m, I’m sorry… like I said, I’ve been sailing for too long. It gets so lonely sometimes. I’m sure I’ve bothered you plenty.” Adrestus took another step back. He stopped for a moment, and frowned deeply. “Can I take another look at you? For memories sake? LIke I said, you look so much like *her*, and I miss her so much.” He paused a moment and laughed a little. “I sound like a desperate sailor, don’t I? By Poseidon…” He never realized… “I never realized how much I miss my Calliope. It’s been years. She might even be dead by now, the gods only know.” He continued to speak, his voice louder then the waves behind him.
"Not Calliope?"
Oh, Adrestus. You poor, beautiful fool...
She could hear it in his voice, the disappointment that seeped into excitement and rendered it into nothingness. While Adrestus was right, and she was who he claimed, Anastasia was no longer the girl he'd known, one bound under the thumb of a brutal man. Trapped in a hopeless situation, the young man in front of Ana had helped to save her, and in the process, he was also the end of the Calliope he thought he was looking at.
But, her feelings had not changed. While the span of time drifted them apart, Anastasia continued to cling to the tie she held for Adrestus, unwilling to push her lie to an extent that she told him to leave or spurned him further still. As the disappointment withered away next, the smile she gave him... she was so familiar with it... Tension swelled within her chest, a distaste for this deception and yet... Anastasia was deception through resurrection. She could not call herself that name, or acknowledge who she was... Was it better, for Adrestus to think his friend dead and she a doppelganger?
Or is it better for me...
The only tie to a name she'd never been able to forget, if she could convince Adrestus of this reality, she could forever relinquish who she was and move forward. And yet... she didn't need to convince him. The bling, beautiful fool that he was, Adrestus merely accepted her words at face value, and then... to twist the knife in her chest, he went forward from there. He decided to tell a supposed stranger, a woman he'd run into by happenstance, a story so intimately bound to her that she couldn't interrupt.
He was so very wrong. His supposition for her actions, the decision to believe her... And then, he reached forward and touched her. She took half a step forward, to permit him to do as he was, unable to stop the proximity and her eagerness to be in it. When she'd left Adrestus, he was but a boy. It was fascinating, and quite possibly, a bit torturous, to see what the years did to him. He spoke with such deep reverence, then he apologized. Tears welled in the siren's eyes, though she blinked several times, attempting to hide them with a flick of her wrist before she shook her head,
"Your apologies are unnecessary, my lord."
It was the appropriate response. With a family name given to him, it seemed a simple task to extrapolate his position from that much alone. Anastasia offered an easy smile, fingers brushing aside dark tresses. Reaching to her wrist, she took a piece of string, carefully unraveling it before using it to tie her hair back and afford him a closer look at the face he'd not yet forgotten. Anastasia would have never believed that reuniting with Adrestus would have him remember her so fondly.
"I loved her, you know..."
Anastasia bit her lip, quirking the corners into a slight smile as she remained silent in the midst of his story.
He was just a boy in love... He saved me and I broke his heart.
She lamented it, and in hearing the pain behind his words, her resolve threatened to crumble. It'd be so simple to admit the truth, that she'd misled him, that she rejected that name. But, fear bloomed underneath the surface of it all.
People like Adrestus... they make terrible mistakes without meaning it. If he lets it slip in Athenia that I am alive, and that wretch hears about it... No, it's best to maintain this ruse.
Even when it hurts to.
"If she was so beautiful, it flatters me to be compared to her, Lord Adrestus. Sometimes, our patron Poseidon does play tricks on us. It's possible," she stepped forward, to close the distance between the pair. She took a deep breath, the scent of him mingling with the heavy rank of salt in the air. It harkened her to that day they'd shared, when he promised her that he'd take her away from Alector... forever.
"That you needed a reminder of your precious Calliope, and the Gods obliged that need."
She shrugged before she drew close enough to embrace Adrestus, nuzzling her cheek at the crook of his neck for a moment before she added,
"I had no intention of leaving just yet, my lord. If it suits you, I'd be perfectly content in having some company. As to your friend... If she is with us, then she is beyond your reach. If she is not, then I hope that she's found rest in the plains of Elysium."
Anastasia offered the lord a curtsy before she gestured to where she'd been seated, a graceful sway allowing her to fall into a seated position, petite legs extended out in front of her.
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"Not Calliope?"
Oh, Adrestus. You poor, beautiful fool...
She could hear it in his voice, the disappointment that seeped into excitement and rendered it into nothingness. While Adrestus was right, and she was who he claimed, Anastasia was no longer the girl he'd known, one bound under the thumb of a brutal man. Trapped in a hopeless situation, the young man in front of Ana had helped to save her, and in the process, he was also the end of the Calliope he thought he was looking at.
But, her feelings had not changed. While the span of time drifted them apart, Anastasia continued to cling to the tie she held for Adrestus, unwilling to push her lie to an extent that she told him to leave or spurned him further still. As the disappointment withered away next, the smile she gave him... she was so familiar with it... Tension swelled within her chest, a distaste for this deception and yet... Anastasia was deception through resurrection. She could not call herself that name, or acknowledge who she was... Was it better, for Adrestus to think his friend dead and she a doppelganger?
Or is it better for me...
The only tie to a name she'd never been able to forget, if she could convince Adrestus of this reality, she could forever relinquish who she was and move forward. And yet... she didn't need to convince him. The bling, beautiful fool that he was, Adrestus merely accepted her words at face value, and then... to twist the knife in her chest, he went forward from there. He decided to tell a supposed stranger, a woman he'd run into by happenstance, a story so intimately bound to her that she couldn't interrupt.
He was so very wrong. His supposition for her actions, the decision to believe her... And then, he reached forward and touched her. She took half a step forward, to permit him to do as he was, unable to stop the proximity and her eagerness to be in it. When she'd left Adrestus, he was but a boy. It was fascinating, and quite possibly, a bit torturous, to see what the years did to him. He spoke with such deep reverence, then he apologized. Tears welled in the siren's eyes, though she blinked several times, attempting to hide them with a flick of her wrist before she shook her head,
"Your apologies are unnecessary, my lord."
It was the appropriate response. With a family name given to him, it seemed a simple task to extrapolate his position from that much alone. Anastasia offered an easy smile, fingers brushing aside dark tresses. Reaching to her wrist, she took a piece of string, carefully unraveling it before using it to tie her hair back and afford him a closer look at the face he'd not yet forgotten. Anastasia would have never believed that reuniting with Adrestus would have him remember her so fondly.
"I loved her, you know..."
Anastasia bit her lip, quirking the corners into a slight smile as she remained silent in the midst of his story.
He was just a boy in love... He saved me and I broke his heart.
She lamented it, and in hearing the pain behind his words, her resolve threatened to crumble. It'd be so simple to admit the truth, that she'd misled him, that she rejected that name. But, fear bloomed underneath the surface of it all.
People like Adrestus... they make terrible mistakes without meaning it. If he lets it slip in Athenia that I am alive, and that wretch hears about it... No, it's best to maintain this ruse.
Even when it hurts to.
"If she was so beautiful, it flatters me to be compared to her, Lord Adrestus. Sometimes, our patron Poseidon does play tricks on us. It's possible," she stepped forward, to close the distance between the pair. She took a deep breath, the scent of him mingling with the heavy rank of salt in the air. It harkened her to that day they'd shared, when he promised her that he'd take her away from Alector... forever.
"That you needed a reminder of your precious Calliope, and the Gods obliged that need."
She shrugged before she drew close enough to embrace Adrestus, nuzzling her cheek at the crook of his neck for a moment before she added,
"I had no intention of leaving just yet, my lord. If it suits you, I'd be perfectly content in having some company. As to your friend... If she is with us, then she is beyond your reach. If she is not, then I hope that she's found rest in the plains of Elysium."
Anastasia offered the lord a curtsy before she gestured to where she'd been seated, a graceful sway allowing her to fall into a seated position, petite legs extended out in front of her.
"Not Calliope?"
Oh, Adrestus. You poor, beautiful fool...
She could hear it in his voice, the disappointment that seeped into excitement and rendered it into nothingness. While Adrestus was right, and she was who he claimed, Anastasia was no longer the girl he'd known, one bound under the thumb of a brutal man. Trapped in a hopeless situation, the young man in front of Ana had helped to save her, and in the process, he was also the end of the Calliope he thought he was looking at.
But, her feelings had not changed. While the span of time drifted them apart, Anastasia continued to cling to the tie she held for Adrestus, unwilling to push her lie to an extent that she told him to leave or spurned him further still. As the disappointment withered away next, the smile she gave him... she was so familiar with it... Tension swelled within her chest, a distaste for this deception and yet... Anastasia was deception through resurrection. She could not call herself that name, or acknowledge who she was... Was it better, for Adrestus to think his friend dead and she a doppelganger?
Or is it better for me...
The only tie to a name she'd never been able to forget, if she could convince Adrestus of this reality, she could forever relinquish who she was and move forward. And yet... she didn't need to convince him. The bling, beautiful fool that he was, Adrestus merely accepted her words at face value, and then... to twist the knife in her chest, he went forward from there. He decided to tell a supposed stranger, a woman he'd run into by happenstance, a story so intimately bound to her that she couldn't interrupt.
He was so very wrong. His supposition for her actions, the decision to believe her... And then, he reached forward and touched her. She took half a step forward, to permit him to do as he was, unable to stop the proximity and her eagerness to be in it. When she'd left Adrestus, he was but a boy. It was fascinating, and quite possibly, a bit torturous, to see what the years did to him. He spoke with such deep reverence, then he apologized. Tears welled in the siren's eyes, though she blinked several times, attempting to hide them with a flick of her wrist before she shook her head,
"Your apologies are unnecessary, my lord."
It was the appropriate response. With a family name given to him, it seemed a simple task to extrapolate his position from that much alone. Anastasia offered an easy smile, fingers brushing aside dark tresses. Reaching to her wrist, she took a piece of string, carefully unraveling it before using it to tie her hair back and afford him a closer look at the face he'd not yet forgotten. Anastasia would have never believed that reuniting with Adrestus would have him remember her so fondly.
"I loved her, you know..."
Anastasia bit her lip, quirking the corners into a slight smile as she remained silent in the midst of his story.
He was just a boy in love... He saved me and I broke his heart.
She lamented it, and in hearing the pain behind his words, her resolve threatened to crumble. It'd be so simple to admit the truth, that she'd misled him, that she rejected that name. But, fear bloomed underneath the surface of it all.
People like Adrestus... they make terrible mistakes without meaning it. If he lets it slip in Athenia that I am alive, and that wretch hears about it... No, it's best to maintain this ruse.
Even when it hurts to.
"If she was so beautiful, it flatters me to be compared to her, Lord Adrestus. Sometimes, our patron Poseidon does play tricks on us. It's possible," she stepped forward, to close the distance between the pair. She took a deep breath, the scent of him mingling with the heavy rank of salt in the air. It harkened her to that day they'd shared, when he promised her that he'd take her away from Alector... forever.
"That you needed a reminder of your precious Calliope, and the Gods obliged that need."
She shrugged before she drew close enough to embrace Adrestus, nuzzling her cheek at the crook of his neck for a moment before she added,
"I had no intention of leaving just yet, my lord. If it suits you, I'd be perfectly content in having some company. As to your friend... If she is with us, then she is beyond your reach. If she is not, then I hope that she's found rest in the plains of Elysium."
Anastasia offered the lord a curtsy before she gestured to where she'd been seated, a graceful sway allowing her to fall into a seated position, petite legs extended out in front of her.
