The First Sun Summoner | The Darkling *on hold*

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

Astra sat up while the silken bed sheet covered her legs. She looked behind her and saw him staring at her.

"Did you enjoy the party?" He asks.

"It was marvelous." She answers.

"You are a terrible dancer." He teased. Astra scoffed, "I can assure you, that was all you. I have danced a thousand times on the balls of my parents." He raised his eyebrows, "I have done lots more, do you know the queen gives this ball every year."

Astra was curious about who he danced with then, she was sorry for that person.

"I guess you liked the evening better?"

He was mocking again, he became rather comfortable with Astra. Yes, she liked what had happened but he has the wrong ideas now. She has to make it clear that she isn't won over 'cause of one good evening.

Astra turned around so the silk slipped over her back and crawled towards the Darkling. She was close, but he didn't mind.

"I liked the evening, indeed. This may happen more often, or not. But, I still don't like you. I won't worship you out of the sudden, and my choice is still option one; destroying the Fold."

His smirk stayed but his eyes rolled to the other side. Astra took her clothes and quickly dressed. She knew his eyes had followed her out and he had the same smile as her, copied on his lips.

She left the room, and what happened there with it. It'd happened fast, but it would take a lot of time to forget. Would she try to forget? Obviously. Would she do her best to do so? Obviously not.

Astra had a few reasons for defying him, for denying what happened and what could happen.

Astra, first of all, only met him because he kidnapped her. And maybe that feeling of freedom made it up a bit, but never completely. Astra didn't (and would never) have the feeling of free will around him, just because she came here without.

The next reasons are his opinions. Everyone is allowed to have them, so horrible people too. He sees people as pawns in a much bigger game. He thinks his opinions (and only his opinions) are relevant. He doesn't (and will never) listen to someone else's opinions, not even when they're better. And if he does, he will change his opinion so it would stay his opinion even though it was someone else's.

Other reasons are his manipulation, his abuse of others, and his so-called mercy.

Astra knew she wasn't a hero, wasn't a savior. And maybe people would think she is because she was good for solving one thing, but Astra knew she was just a person, 'a pawn' in other people's lives.

And she came to the conclusion that the Darkling is too, 'a pawn', he's not a villain, people would just call him that in their heads like they would call Astra a hero. They would have a hero and a villain just because then their life was not meaningless, it would mean their lives are stories. And people do love stories!

Astra had not walked far when she spotted a wide grin of Dusk on the other side of the hall. He had seen her leaving the Darkling's chambers and so forgetting wouldn't be in it. Dusk walked towards her and his smile kept widening.

"My dearest Astra! So that is what we are doing on a morning like this."

No excuse possible, she would have said that she had to give him a message or bring some tea but; she still had her shoes in her hand, her hair was messy, and her kefta couldn't stay in place.

"You're the opposite of your father, aren't you?" Dusk asked with a smile still shining on his face.

"Yeah, I guess. How do you know my father?" Astra answered. "Ow, when I was younger he came here all the time. He worked together with the Darkling you see." Astra froze even more and looked right into the eyes of Dusk.