Disclaimer: Unfortunately, no, I don't own/have rights to any of this. *--sniffle.
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Looking into the silent black night, the young blonde woman let her hands curl around the cool metal of the balcony railing, revelling in the peace around her. Her hair cascaded down her back, wispy strands framing her pointy face, and she sighed, allowing the sound to fracture the silence as if it were glass.
Glancing at her left hand she admired the silver band that rested on between her smallest and middle fingers; a large, but not ostentatious, diamond nestled perfectly between two small emeralds, glinting in the light that reached her from inside the house.
In a regular world, this ring would symbolise more than a marriage. It would tell of love, devotion, friendship and a lifetime of adventures together…
"Asteria?" An aristocratic, emotionless masculine voice called, leaving a vague echo in its wake.
In a regular world, Asteria thought poignantly. She smiled faintly - her world was a far cry from ordinary, her ring only really proved one thing.
She had accepted the diamond and emeralds merely prove that she was no longer alone.
And yet, even that was a lie.
She was emotionally isolated; her only real relationship extending to the tiny life that was growing inside of her.
Taking one last lingering look at the ring, she turned to the doorway, manoeuvring her heavily pregnant body back into the bedroom.
So…I was listening to some Pink (Glitter in the Air) and this lyric came up: "Your whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone"… And I kind of got this idea, and, well, I thought these two characters fitted it (at the moment, anyway ^_^)
Might become a couple of drabbles, depending on how I feel. I hope you enjoy this sad little piece.
Also, I wrote Asteria and not Astoria because, apparently, that is the correct-JK-writing of the name… So no nastiness about that, please. Merci mes petits choux!
