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♡ - … My muse’s younger self

a drabble about my muse from another point of view ( accepting ) // @kryptonizes

♡ - … my muse’s younger self

“ i– is that … really me ? ”  the boy asks with eyes fixated ahead and mouth agape, watching the shifting colors of smoke —- poured from a fortune teller’s censer —- depict his future self. the image struck an unpleasant twinge behind his eyes as it sifts and occasionally blurs the figure of a man overlooking a mountain; mysteriously aggressive and sharp-eyed. the boy swallows and briefly glances at the older woman, whom nodded gently in confirmation that it was indeed him.

there was so much to take in, so much to reason with. he draws in a breath, nervously wringing his hands together, trying to find a place to begin in what now seemed so wrong. when he had asked the wandering fortune teller to have a glimpse into his future, he hoped to see a sight that would be pleasing; something that would shine a ray of hope into his dreary life. perhaps, success or a loving family; maybe some recognition ? the feeling of invisibility already weighed upon his shoulders like an irremovable cloak, what was he supposed to feel towards himself now ?

he looks into the golden eyes of his future self one last time and shakes his head. there was hardly any aggression in him to be directed at a mere insect. “ this can’t be right.  t– there must be some mistake— ”

“ my child, ”  the woman interrupts from beyond the fog of smoke. her firm tone nearly makes him jump up from the cushions in panic. she assures with a crooked smile and wills the smoke and images to disperse, “ the future is not permanent, all beasts know this. do not be so disappointed, what you see is only a glimpse of what awaits. perhaps, your future may change … ”

with that, she then dismisses him away along with a twinge of hope, the boy giving his thanks and taking his leave. yet, as he crosses the threshold back into the village, he fails to notice the magic of the teller beginning to wear and all that was witnessed in the tent will soon all be forgotten.