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tamingthemuseTitle: Past beliefs
Fandom: Original (Anna & Agathe)
Prompt: Prompt 403 - Zygomancy
Warnings: N/A.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: "Do you remember when we thought the stars were the souls of dead heroes," he asked his voice trailing to the stars, lost with his gaze among the immensity of the sky above them.
The sun had set long ago but the three friends where still sitting outside. Anna was resting in the old sofa, her head bent against the back of it. Agathe was lying across it, her body sprawled all over its surface, her head on Anna's legs and her feet dangling in the air. Liander had moved it to his porch as soon as the summer days has arrived and had spent many evening on it but this time he had let his friends used it and had moved a reclining chair on the opposite side of the porch. He was comfortably settled in it, lazily smoking a cigarette. There were remnant of several bottles of wine by the front door as well as three empty glasses they had forgotten long ago. Liander watched the smoke from his cigarette rise up and let his gaze be drawn to the stars. The small cloud formed by the clouds, obstructing his views for an instant reminded him of their first life when so many rituals where taking place to appease to the gods or simply thank them. Smoke from bonfire and incense had danced in the sky then, clouding the stars in a similar way his cigarette smoke did.
"Do you remember when we thought the stars were the souls of dead heroes," he asked his voice trailing to the stars, lost with his gaze among the immensity of the sky above them.
"Yeah," Anna murmured in reply. "We believe in so many wondrous things then." She looked at the stars in her turn and remembered the past. It was silly all the things they had believed. She couldn't remember how she could have seen the lights of the sky other than as burning stars far away above them.
"What happened to us," Liander questioned, his attention suddenly shifting to Anna. "Why did we stop believing?" There was almost a touch of regret in his voice, a longing for a time when their lives were simpler and when memories didn't conflict with each other.
"The world proved us wrong," Anna replied slowly.
"No," Agathe said softly after a while. "We've always chosen to go with the beliefs of the time we landed in." She felt her friends attention suddenly shift from the stars to her. She raised herself on one elbow beFore continuing. "It's easier on our minds. We have to adapt." She paused for an instant and lifted her head to the sky, her eyes focusing on the stars. "But we have never really stopped believing in the magic of times gone by. It all just became myths and legends rather than reality."
Both her friends followed her gaze and looked at the stars once more, pondering Agathe's words and her meanings. Liander liked to her explanation. It let him believe in the past and knowing he hadn't been wrong then. Things had simply changed and he had followed the flow. Anna was more hesitant in accepting the explanation but she didn't question it. It made sense and she could believe in that.
Fandom: Original (Anna & Agathe)
Prompt: Prompt 403 - Zygomancy
Warnings: N/A.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: "Do you remember when we thought the stars were the souls of dead heroes," he asked his voice trailing to the stars, lost with his gaze among the immensity of the sky above them.
The sun had set long ago but the three friends where still sitting outside. Anna was resting in the old sofa, her head bent against the back of it. Agathe was lying across it, her body sprawled all over its surface, her head on Anna's legs and her feet dangling in the air. Liander had moved it to his porch as soon as the summer days has arrived and had spent many evening on it but this time he had let his friends used it and had moved a reclining chair on the opposite side of the porch. He was comfortably settled in it, lazily smoking a cigarette. There were remnant of several bottles of wine by the front door as well as three empty glasses they had forgotten long ago. Liander watched the smoke from his cigarette rise up and let his gaze be drawn to the stars. The small cloud formed by the clouds, obstructing his views for an instant reminded him of their first life when so many rituals where taking place to appease to the gods or simply thank them. Smoke from bonfire and incense had danced in the sky then, clouding the stars in a similar way his cigarette smoke did.
"Do you remember when we thought the stars were the souls of dead heroes," he asked his voice trailing to the stars, lost with his gaze among the immensity of the sky above them.
"Yeah," Anna murmured in reply. "We believe in so many wondrous things then." She looked at the stars in her turn and remembered the past. It was silly all the things they had believed. She couldn't remember how she could have seen the lights of the sky other than as burning stars far away above them.
"What happened to us," Liander questioned, his attention suddenly shifting to Anna. "Why did we stop believing?" There was almost a touch of regret in his voice, a longing for a time when their lives were simpler and when memories didn't conflict with each other.
"The world proved us wrong," Anna replied slowly.
"No," Agathe said softly after a while. "We've always chosen to go with the beliefs of the time we landed in." She felt her friends attention suddenly shift from the stars to her. She raised herself on one elbow beFore continuing. "It's easier on our minds. We have to adapt." She paused for an instant and lifted her head to the sky, her eyes focusing on the stars. "But we have never really stopped believing in the magic of times gone by. It all just became myths and legends rather than reality."
Both her friends followed her gaze and looked at the stars once more, pondering Agathe's words and her meanings. Liander liked to her explanation. It let him believe in the past and knowing he hadn't been wrong then. Things had simply changed and he had followed the flow. Anna was more hesitant in accepting the explanation but she didn't question it. It made sense and she could believe in that.
