For Em - So we have a princess.
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fairtidings "Ahim de Famille."
She was standing in front of her mirror, staring intensely into the woman who stood before her. The person in front of her had grace, she had elegance and was proud to be the future queen of her planet. Ahim was raised correctly, to be proper and to never let her guard down. To ensure that she would eventually be paired with someone fit to her her king, she was taught what to look for in a suitor and how to claim his hand in marriage.
None of that mattered now. Her family was gone, her planet razed and her people were scattered across the galaxy. But even though none of that mattered, so many of these things have been ingrained into her being that she wasn't sure what was Ahim the princess and what was Ahim, the girl.
Ahim looked again towards the girl in the reflection. Her hands were clasped properly in front of her body, her hair was meticulously fixed up and her clothes were properly pressed. Even though she had become a member of this pirate crew so many moons ago, her deportment remained; her speech patterns were unchanged and the way she related to other people were fixed.
This girl was raised to be a queen. She had to be a mediator, someone who understood situations and were able to diffuse them when required. A quality she knew was important on this Galleon. She could understand the feelings and thoughts of others and reach out when required. But there was one thing that she was unable to take control of.
The enigma on board the Galleon. The one person in blue that was so casually nearby that it almost hurt sometimes. And in the moment she thought about him, the figure before her crumbled and became the girl she really was. The girl she had been taught to hide away. There was a shy smile, an almost longingly sad gaze and almost an expression of defeat. Back at home, he would have been out of reach due to politics.
On the Galleon? He was just plain out of reach and she couldn't put her finger on why. Ahim turns away from the image before her and instead, sits on her bed, making it a point to ignore the gaze of the girl who was willing for her to be truthful for once. She was raised to be confident, strong, be brave enough to do anything. But, it was impossible for her to do this one tiny task. She picks up the bear on her bed, the bear also dressed in blue and with a little sword accessory.
There was one bear for each member of her crew, so it was definitely not out of place. But, if anybody looked closely, they may notice that this one bear had a little more attention, a little more wear and tear than the rest of them. The one she kept closest to herself. It was the little things that she did that nobody else noticed. The lingering gaze over her teacup as he's busy counting to another set of 100 sit ups.
Or maybe it was the way she would slow down sometimes when she walked past him through the Galleon. She had love and affection for everyone one of her crew mates but this one was a little different than the others. This one, she could feel a little deeper. The one that brought a slightly different smile to her expression and a little more of a skip in her step. The voice she waited to hear each morning just so she could remind herself that he did exist.
And for now, that was all she could hope for.
"Joe. One day I hope you notice me more than you do now."
And one day? She really will call him Joe.
Just Joe.
Nothing else required.
She was standing in front of her mirror, staring intensely into the woman who stood before her. The person in front of her had grace, she had elegance and was proud to be the future queen of her planet. Ahim was raised correctly, to be proper and to never let her guard down. To ensure that she would eventually be paired with someone fit to her her king, she was taught what to look for in a suitor and how to claim his hand in marriage.
None of that mattered now. Her family was gone, her planet razed and her people were scattered across the galaxy. But even though none of that mattered, so many of these things have been ingrained into her being that she wasn't sure what was Ahim the princess and what was Ahim, the girl.
Ahim looked again towards the girl in the reflection. Her hands were clasped properly in front of her body, her hair was meticulously fixed up and her clothes were properly pressed. Even though she had become a member of this pirate crew so many moons ago, her deportment remained; her speech patterns were unchanged and the way she related to other people were fixed.
This girl was raised to be a queen. She had to be a mediator, someone who understood situations and were able to diffuse them when required. A quality she knew was important on this Galleon. She could understand the feelings and thoughts of others and reach out when required. But there was one thing that she was unable to take control of.
The enigma on board the Galleon. The one person in blue that was so casually nearby that it almost hurt sometimes. And in the moment she thought about him, the figure before her crumbled and became the girl she really was. The girl she had been taught to hide away. There was a shy smile, an almost longingly sad gaze and almost an expression of defeat. Back at home, he would have been out of reach due to politics.
On the Galleon? He was just plain out of reach and she couldn't put her finger on why. Ahim turns away from the image before her and instead, sits on her bed, making it a point to ignore the gaze of the girl who was willing for her to be truthful for once. She was raised to be confident, strong, be brave enough to do anything. But, it was impossible for her to do this one tiny task. She picks up the bear on her bed, the bear also dressed in blue and with a little sword accessory.
There was one bear for each member of her crew, so it was definitely not out of place. But, if anybody looked closely, they may notice that this one bear had a little more attention, a little more wear and tear than the rest of them. The one she kept closest to herself. It was the little things that she did that nobody else noticed. The lingering gaze over her teacup as he's busy counting to another set of 100 sit ups.
Or maybe it was the way she would slow down sometimes when she walked past him through the Galleon. She had love and affection for everyone one of her crew mates but this one was a little different than the others. This one, she could feel a little deeper. The one that brought a slightly different smile to her expression and a little more of a skip in her step. The voice she waited to hear each morning just so she could remind herself that he did exist.
And for now, that was all she could hope for.
"Joe. One day I hope you notice me more than you do now."
And one day? She really will call him Joe.
Just Joe.
Nothing else required.
