[open] loneliness has always been with me, any

[astra]

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind

She doesn’t know the names he shares, Carnage and Blasphemare. Too young to know them, perhaps, too ignorant in regards to politics. She doesn’t know anything about the Amazons, the band of women who’d lived there in the old land. She doesn’t know, even, that the world had looked much different once.

But she does not want to embarrass herself with her lack of knowledge, so she summons up a slanted smile and nods. Even if the names don’t mean anything to her now, perhaps they will someday. Even if only as her new friend’s parents.

(She does not know that Carnage is her father’s father, does not know the things Carnage has asked of her father).

“They sound nice,” she says, nodding, wearing that silly, uncertain grin. His pride thumps in her chest and she considers its shape and its weight, the way it expands to fill up her whole ribcage.

“My mom’s name is Leonora,” she tells him, “and my dad’s name is Pentecost.” She rolls her shoulders. She loves her parents, but she does not know how to take pride in them the way he takes pride in his. “My mom is like a star. She glows like one but when she touches me it burns.” She frowns then, glancing down at the soft earth underfoot. She doesn’t have much to say about her father and he saves her the trouble by asking her something else instead.

“Oh,” she murmurs, surprised by it, “I don’t know. Lots of things, I guess. What about you?”

ASTRA

ASTRA

@[Ridiculous]