Enjoy your Memorial Day! And enjoy another Asher and Mia prompt.
Prompt: “You can’t keep me from finding out the truth. One way or another I will learn who you really are.” / “You are naïve to think you can actually do that…..don’t you remember? I don’t exist in your world, so trying to find me in it is just a waste of time.” Mia looked up at the stars. When she heard rustling at her side, she looked over and slowly watched as Asher got settled for the night. “I know you’re staring at me,” Asher said after a minute of silence. “So?” “Why?” “Just trying to figure you out,” Mia admitted. “Good luck with that.” She could almost hear the eye roll in his voice. “You can’t keep me from finding out the truth,” Mia pushed herself up to one arm to get a better look at him, “One way or another, I will learn who you really are.” “You are naïve to think you can actually do that,” Asher said with a shrug as he continued to whittle away at his stick, “Don’t you remember?” finally he stopped and looked at her, “I don’t exist in your world,” he resumed his whittling, “So trying to find me in it is just a waste of time.” As Asher focused on his whittling, Mia continued to stare at him. She didn’t care what he said. She knew she would figure out who he was, no matter what it took.
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Life is full of choices and options, but sometimes those choices or options aren't always the greatest thing. Sometimes they downright suck.
Prompt: “These are my options? How am I supposed to choose when neither is appealing?” Being royal sucked. It was probably the worst thing that had ever happened to Mia in her entire life. Everyone thought that royalty was all glamour and glitz, and that they just spent all their money on parties and having fun, but honestly, could you blame them? They needed something to distract them from the horribleness of their lives. She had thought that her life was great. She had thought that being royalty was amazing and she was lucky. However, that was when she thought she had found the unicorn of kings. She thought that Zander was actually in love with her. That they were going to be the first royal couple that actually loved each other, but she had been wrong. He had crushed that dream with little more care than squashing a bug. Now she was left with the suckiest of all options. Go through with the wedding and pretend that Zander hadn’t actually told her that he didn’t love her and was only marrying her for her position, and stay in her country. Or she could choose to be shipped off to a different country and marry someone twice her age who had no interest in women, and would go from one father figure to another father figure. “These are my options?” Mia asked Antonia, her lady in waiting, and best friend since childhood. Antonia nodded her head sympathetically. “How am I supposed to choose when neither is appealing?” “I guess it’s all about what decision you think you can live with the most,” Antonia suggested, “You can hope that Zander could possibly fall for you and stay here, or move to another country and just wait out your new husband’s death and hope to find love after he has died.” “He’s not THAT old,” Mia said, at least she didn’t think he was. He was her father’s age, at least that’s what they made him sound like. Which, while older than she would have liked, wasn’t old enough that it would only be a matter of waiting a few years for him to die and then she would be free. Antonia shrugged. There was a ruckus at the door that drew their attention away from their conversation. As they stared at the door, it broke open and there was a man, standing in front of her. He wore all black, and his face was covered with some kind of mask that distorted what his face actually looked like. “Come with me,” he said, holding his hand out to Mia. Mia looked over at Antonia, question in her eyes. Antonia shook her head at Mia, unsure of what advice to give her Lady at this moment. This man had just broken into the castle, and had probably just murdered several guards, and now he was telling her to come with him. He couldn’t be serious. Mia looked at Antonia and then back at the man in the mask, her mind racing as she tried to make a decision. It looked like there was a third option after all. Prompt: “Don’t look back.” / “But what if I’m looking for you?”
Asher held Mia’s hand and looked at her earnestly. “Don’t look back,” he said. Looking back never ended well. “But what if I’m looking for you?” Mia asked, staring at Asher just as earnestly as he was looking at her. “Especially not then,” Asher said. That was the worst thing she could do. Once this was all over, she should never look back, especially not to remember or search for the person he used to be. When it was all over, that man would be gone, and looking back would only cause pain. Prompt: “I’d like to apologize-“ / “No, you don’t. You want me to pretend getting stabbed never happened.”
“I’d like to apologize,” Zander began. “No, you don’t,” Mia said, cutting him off, “You want me to pretend that you stabbing me in the back never happened.” Zander had the decency to look guilty. “I’m not the little girl that you left here to die anymore,” Mia continued, “I’ve grown up. I’ve changed. And you can’t hurt me anymore.” Getting kissed on the top of your head, while normal if you are a child and it's a parent....it kind of gets weird as you get older.....or maybe it's just a me thing....that could be a possibility too, cause I'm weird like that.
Prompt: Did you just kiss me? Mia laid her head in Asher’s lap. It had been a long day and she just wanted to close her eyes and feel safe enough to drift off to sleep, which she couldn’t do if she didn’t know that Asher was right there. She didn’t know when it had happened but she found she wasn’t able to sleep if Asher wasn’t there, wasn’t touching her in some way. She was just beginning to drift off to sleep when she felt something on the top of her head. It felt odd, but a good kind of odd. She couldn’t quite describe it. Without moving her head she looked up at Asher. “Did you just kiss the top of my head?” she asked. Asher didn’t look at her. For not the first time, Mia wished she could see beneath the mask, to see what he was feeling, to see what he looked like when he was processing, when he was embarrassed, when he was mad. She wanted to be able to see his facial features when she talked to him. It made communication so much harder when she didn’t know what his face was doing. Even though she didn’t get her answer, Mia knew. He had. He might have regretted it the moment he did it, but he had done it. She wouldn’t push the issue. Prompt: His body ached as he lay on the ground, bleeding. The asphalt was hard and cold at his back, and noise came through staticky and broken like a voice through a bad phone line. He could just vaguely hear footsteps thudding toward him accompanied by shouting. Still, his vision refused to focus, and the only thing he could identify around him was the grey expanse of the sky above as rain began to fall.
The explosion sent Asher flying through the air. He felt as if he was swimming through the air and he would never reach the ground. But he knew he would, and he knew it would hurt when it happened. He hit the ground sending a wave of darkness washing over him and he lost consciousness. When he came to he could feel the blood gushing out of him. He opened his eyes, but remained in darkness. He felt around to where the blood was rushing out of his body, cringing with the pain that came shooting through his body. His body ached as he lay on the ground, bleeding. The asphalt was hard and cold at his back, and noise came through staticky and broken like a voice through a bad phone line. The blast must have done something to his head. He just hoped that it wasn’t permanent. Asher could just vaguely hear footsteps thudding toward him accompanied by shouting. He blinked hard and tried to clear his vision, but still, his vision refused to focus, and the only thing he could identify around him was the grey expanse of the sky above as rain began to fall. “Come on!” he could hear someone calling to him from somewhere above him, but he could see a vague and fuzzy outline of a face, “Come on!” they were pulling at him, trying to get him to sit upright. He groaned as more fire shot through his entire body making him begin to block out again. He fought against it. He couldn’t afford to lose consciousness. “Come on!” the voice was more urgent this time. “Go,” he heard someone mumble, “Leave me be,” the voice was slurred. “I’m not leaving you here,” the other voice spoke again, pulling at him. He could feel himself being lifted into the air. “Leave me,” he realized the voice was his. He was telling this person to leave him, to go away. “I can’t leave you,” the voice responded, “I can’t.” “You can,” he said, “And you will.” “No,” the voice was adamant. He was half carried, half dragged through the darkness. He must have lost consciousness again, because the next thing he knew he was waking up in a cave. The darkness made it impossible to tell if his vision had come back, but at least noises were back to normal, or at least more normal than at the beginning. “You’re awake,” Mia said, coming to his side. Mia. He could see her. “Mia?” he asked. She had survived. Not only that, but she had rescued him. Honestly, he would have thought that she would have run at the earliest chance she had. Yet, here she was, watching over him, taking care of him. She had been the one to drag him away from the rubble. He knew that now. “I thought you hated me,” Asher said. “I realized that it’s easy to hate the idea of someone,” Mia said. She hated the idea of Asher, of what he represented, of what he did, yet she couldn’t seem to bring herself to hate him. “It’s harder to hate them face to face.” They had been together for months now, and she had found herself unable to hate him. Not after everything she had seen him do. Not after he had saved her again and again. He was more family than her own family, and she would protect him, not matter what it took. I also want to say that Em's Index is online :). It is my content creation, virtual assistant, meditation guidance business. Check it out when you get a chance: ems-index.square.site
Prompt: “This should be against some sort of rule.” Mia watched as Asher slipped in and out of the shop as if he was nothing more than a shadow. When he emerged he was loaded with the goods that they would need. “This must be against some kind of rule,” Mia whispered when he came back, “This has to be against some rule.” Asher shrugged as if he couldn’t care less whether it was against a rule or not. He had gotten what he had needed, who cared if it was against some arbitrary rule or not? The shopkeeper wouldn’t even notice that it was missing. “We really shouldn’t do this,” Mia hedged. This didn’t sit right with her in any way, shape, or form. “Since when have you cared about the rules?” Asher asked. Mia had run away from her wedding, run away with a runaway, an assassin, the villain of the story. She was always flaunting the rules. Yet, here she was, worried about breaking this one? Girls, he rolled his eyes. They made no sense. Secret Identity comes out to play. Question for you.....What do you think the title should be of this story? Should it really be Secret Identity, or should I make it something else, and if so, any suggestions?
Prompt: “You say you’re my family. But where were you when I was hurt, when I needed someone, when I needed you? You weren’t here, but they were. Always.” Mia pursed her lips together as she listened to her parents rant at her. They raged at her about her duty. Her responsibility. She knew all that. She knew what they expected of her, but that didn’t mean she agreed with them. She knew all too well what her responsibilities were, what her duties were, and yet, she didn’t care. “You have a duty to this family,” her father said. Mia couldn’t help it any longer. She couldn’t keep quiet. “You say you’re my family,” she burst out, “But where were you when I was hurt?” It didn’t matter whether it was mental, physical, or emotionally hurt. They weren’t there. They never came to help heal her wounds, or sit with her as she dealt with her pain. “When I needed someone?” She looked around to Breckann and Asher as she thought about the community of friends, of family, that she had found on her own. “When I needed you?” she looked back at her parents. It hadn’t happened very often in her life time, but there were occasions when she had needed her parents. She needed their support and their love, and yet they had always been absent. “You weren’t here!” she responded for them. “But they,” she once again turned to look at Asher and Breckann, “They were.” Asher and Mia’s eyes met. She may never see the face behind the mask. She may never learn his real name. She may never have an answer to any of the questions that she had asked over and over again, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. She knew what she needed to know. She had the answers that she needed, and that was enough for her. Softly, she answered the question that she could see in Asher’s eyes. “Always,” she said, never taking her eyes off of him. Asher imperceptibly nodded his head in acknowledgement. It was enough. In honor of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's birthday we have chosen today's prompt :).
I am not a detective writer....so today's isn't the best prompt. Prompt: Detective Story Zander looked around at the people around him, sizing them up as his eyes drifted around the group, sizing them up, trying to figure them all out. The murderer was here, in this room right now, and he was going to find out exactly who it was. “It was you,” Zander said, pointing toward the maid in the corner. The maids eyes went wide. Zander could almost see her heart begin to race. Her mind was whirling, he could see those little gears in her mind turning around and around. “What?” she asked. Zander looked around at everyone else, noticing their reactions. “I didn’t! I swear. I had nothing to do with it!” Zander nodded. “I know,” he said. Everyone’s jaw dropped. “But you did!” Zander said, pointing to the lord of the manor. Prompt: “So you’re not crazy?” / “Sweetie, I’m freaking insane. I’m also your only hope of making it through this alive. So what’s it gonna be? Sanity or survival?”
Mia looked at the man standing in front of her. This man was wild. He had to absolutely insane, especially to think that she would go with him after everything that she had just witnessed him doing. There was no way she was going to follow him anywhere. He would probably murder her in her sleep. “No,” Mia shook her head, “There’s no way I’m going to go anywhere with you.” “You have to,” Asher said. “And you say you aren’t crazy?” Mia asked, her eyebrows rising in disbelief. “Oh,” Asher shook his head, “I’m freaking insane.” Mia nodded. She knew it and it didn’t surprise her. What did surprise her that he was admitting how crazy he was when he was trying to get her to come with him. “I’m also your only hope of making it through this alive,” Asher continued. After a minute of silence Asher continued to talk. “So, what’s it gonna be?” They stared each other down. “Sanity?” he asked, “Or survival?” He said it as if he couldn’t care less as to what she chose, which to be fair, he didn’t. Mia stared at him, her mind going a mile a minute. She did know she didn’t want to stay here, but to go with someone that strange, that crazy? Was it worth it? She could hear someone coming toward the door. She didn’t have a lot of time to process or to think. She had to make a decision, and quickly. Without another thought, she grasped Asher’s outstretched hand and together they burst through her window and raced down the field. Mia hoped she had made the right choice. |
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