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fandomtownies2021-11-03 04:31 am
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Covent Garden Flowers; Wednesday [11/03].
There was a lot on Astrid's mind, these last few days.
On Monday, she'd turned eighteen, a birthday passing by as silently and unremarkable as most of her birthdays, but this one was different. She was, in the eyes of the institutions that held themselves responsible for her since her mother's imprisonment deemed her unfit, a full-fledged legal adult, released unceremoniously from their yoke and care. No more case workers, no more threat of being placed elsewhere should something else happen, no possibility of finding somewhere else to call home. This was it. She was on her own.
And technically, legally, she was free of Ingrid now, too, although Sunday made it clear that it would take far more than a legal milestone to completely shake off those shackles.
So things were different, but also, they weren't, because nothing really felt different. Maybe it just hadn't settle in. Maybe it really wouldn't click until next year, when she was fixing a mortarboard over her head and staring down graduation, when that last bit of structure in her life was about to finally end, and she would be completely in charge of her own destiny...
...she probably didn't feel it yet, beause she was trying not to think about it, because that sort of thing was truly terrifying to her still.
But for now? Nothing had changed except the number she attached to herself, the years she'd experienced on this Earth, which, even then, got confusing, because the date on her licence didn't match the date on the calendar, and she supposed she'd have to make a trip home at some point to get that licence updated to reflect her new, supposedly adult, supposedly ready for the real world status. In the meantime, though, she was just going to go into work, take care of some flowers, get started on some new autumnal arrangements in preparation for the inevitable Thanksgiving centerpieces, and maybe draw some postcards.
Same as always.
Covent Garden is open!
On Monday, she'd turned eighteen, a birthday passing by as silently and unremarkable as most of her birthdays, but this one was different. She was, in the eyes of the institutions that held themselves responsible for her since her mother's imprisonment deemed her unfit, a full-fledged legal adult, released unceremoniously from their yoke and care. No more case workers, no more threat of being placed elsewhere should something else happen, no possibility of finding somewhere else to call home. This was it. She was on her own.
And technically, legally, she was free of Ingrid now, too, although Sunday made it clear that it would take far more than a legal milestone to completely shake off those shackles.
So things were different, but also, they weren't, because nothing really felt different. Maybe it just hadn't settle in. Maybe it really wouldn't click until next year, when she was fixing a mortarboard over her head and staring down graduation, when that last bit of structure in her life was about to finally end, and she would be completely in charge of her own destiny...
...she probably didn't feel it yet, beause she was trying not to think about it, because that sort of thing was truly terrifying to her still.
But for now? Nothing had changed except the number she attached to herself, the years she'd experienced on this Earth, which, even then, got confusing, because the date on her licence didn't match the date on the calendar, and she supposed she'd have to make a trip home at some point to get that licence updated to reflect her new, supposedly adult, supposedly ready for the real world status. In the meantime, though, she was just going to go into work, take care of some flowers, get started on some new autumnal arrangements in preparation for the inevitable Thanksgiving centerpieces, and maybe draw some postcards.
Same as always.
Covent Garden is open!