i still sing his goodbye songs.
rise above
a n i s e
she was only thirteen years old. she was wild and eccentric and madly in love with luke fon fabre and all his gald, and unwilling to keep her feelings restrained around princess natalia. she was fearless and proud—and had a vocabulary more befitting of a twenty-something year old.
it wasn't fair that it all happened so fast.
it made her head spin. ion… and arietta. but mostly ion.
she could easily place the blame on her papa. after all, he was the root of all the trouble she had gotten herself into. if he wasn't so gullible, the tatlin family would never've gotten into the grand maestro's debt. and if they'd never fallen into his debt, she'd never had to be his spy, help kidnap ion to save her parents, and ultimately lead to his untimely death.
the fact that he wasn't even the real ion didn't have to fit into that equation. he was the only ion anise knew, and that was all that mattered.
but arietta… she never knew that the ion she loved was long dead. she died never know, never getting married, never knowing what it would be like growing up. and even though anise and 'gloomietta' were the worse kind of enemies, the thirteen year old's heart hurt every time she thought of her.
if she could, she would do everything differently. if she could, she would somehow found a way to fix all the wrongs she caused. or maybe she wouldn't. maybe she would make every single mistake all over again, knowing the chaos that it would cause.
after all, she was only thirteen years old.
12 september 08, 9.16 p.m.
n o t e s ;; this is wha i think of your percious capital letter: xP.
i like arietta, i don't care what anyone says. i have a special place in my heart for all those characters with over-the-top angst-riddled pasts. haha.