Fey Court --CoWriteAstrid stood on the sidelines in the ball room. She was starting to wonder why she had come in the first place. It wasnt like there was anyone for her there. She began to distract herself, looking around the grand room. There were silk streams of cloth that hung from the ceiling, in a way that made it seem as though they were afloat in an ocean of pearls. In the middle of the room there were people her age or younger, the youngest of them around seventeen. Most were dancing with someone, to a new melody that made the room nearly silent in awe.
So again, she wondered why in the hell she had decided to come. This place wasnt her style: she would rather have a fun sparring match than dance with someone. Or so she told herself. Why she had wasted her money on a gown, or gone through all this trouble to be ditched by her friends, for their boyfriends, she had no clue. Astrid was overwhelmed, the room dizzying with heat. So she left, seeking some much needed fresh air.
It's a dateHands in the pockets of her hoodie, eyes following her feet, she traversed the beach. Once in a while she looked up to where traces of glowing orange bled into the complete darkness. She still couldnt figure out why her family dragged her here. She was always the kind of person to like a scene of woods and lakes, and always a sky full of stars. This tropical thing was just not her deal. But even so, nighttime to her was the most sacred of all times.
Been here three full weeks already, and I still have nothing better to do than take walks at night. This has to top among my worst possible summers. Id even rather be home. She kicked a stone, eyes not leaving her feet, and nearly jumped out of her skin when it bounced back off of her shin.
Got you to look up! called someone she instantly groaned upon sight. James was a person indescribable, as far as she could tell. James was annoying, but she was always more relaxed around him. James was an idiot, but h
With a Bitter SmileWhat did I do to deserve this?
How have I angered you this time?
Is it just a new form of torture?
Or have I been somehow left behind?
Am I supposed to wait in the dark and the cold,
Or do you plan to stab me right here?
Shall I hang on this brutal lack of words?
And follow for promises left painfully unclear?
What could you be looking to get from me,
When you know full well youve taken it all?
Its a little too late for what I hoped you would be,
But I realize Id still heed your call.
I am filled with resentment,
For the fact that all this is true;
I hate myself for it,
And I swear I hold more rage for you!