A/ N: Because Asma had been silent for a while now.
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She was sitting in the middle of her workshop, among her paintings of Pride. Those sketches and finished pieces all represented the Sin and sometimes, she was with him. It told the story from her point of view. From the moment she started to dream of him to the moment they met and he saved her from Ayasha's minions. He took her from safe houses to safe houses, always changing location after several months so they wouldn't be found by the primeval gods. She was supposed to be safe as long as she didn't leave the place but she did. One day, tired of being on her own and while Pride was dealing with the Underworld business, she escaped.
It felt reinvigorating at first, because she disobeyed and because she could finally interact with other human beings. She lied to herself about not being in danger while she was! She met one of his brothers who influenced her mind to the point of nearly driving her to suicide. Asma would have done it right here and there if it wasn't for her feelings for Pride. Yes, how original! A human fell in love with the King of the seven sins. It was bound to happen in a way or another and she knew he couldn't return her feelings. He wasn't wired for it, he couldn't feel it and even if he could, he wouldn't choose her because he already had better than her: Elpis. Her paintings reflected on that, on the impossible love triangle between her, the Sin and a powerful entity.
It reflected on how Pride cared about her, to the point of looking for a way to save both of them rather than just kill the vessel. He cared for Asma and it showed when Pride decided he would wipe her memory to allow her to live a normal life. She wouldn't remember him, but she would benefit from their time spent together. How merciful of him! At first, Asma rejected it, thinking that she should remember their time together. He was her greatest love after all, how could she forget him? But she understood why he was doing it. Remembering Pride would not make her happy. Instead, she would miss him, she would live with « what if scenarios » in her head. She would dream of the day he would reunite with her, knowing full well that he would never. It was merciful of him.
Sitting around the paintings was comforting for the mortal who couldn't stop but think of her beloved Sin. Where was he? Was he safe? Would he return to her? She didn't have the answers to her questions and knew she would not have them until he came back. There was one last painting she decided to make, maybe a foolish gesture of a woman in love who wanted to be remembered. She painted them together. Him holding her by the waist and wearing one of his beloved grey suits and a spiked black crown on his head. She was wearing a white sleeveless satin dress, with a golden crown on top of her head. She had been working on this piece with the intent to offer it to him before he would wipe her memory out but for some reason wasn't able to complete it until now.
As a matter of fact, Asma was distracted by the upcoming fight against Leviathan. Pride promised her that he wouldn't die but what if he did? She couldn't stay forever at the safe house, there would be a moment she would have to leave and without Pride to protect her, she would die, plain and simple. Ayasha was hell-bent on killing her and for what Asma understood, it was in order to prevent other gods to realize they were manipulated. So, either she would start a new life with no memory of Pride or she would die. The future seemed bleak from where she stood and the choice wasn't even hers to make.
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