username + id: PleaserOfCrowds 756851
maru name: Asterius
backstory:He was a nobody. Or, that’s what he was before he took the deal, what he remembers.
And really, with nothing left to lose who wouldn’t? He had nothing, no past to speak of. And in an instant, he was given a body. One that would give him the life he desired, from someone who had none. A vessel, stolen from someone else. Whoever once inhabited the body was long gone. An opportunity had arisen, and he would fill their shoes.
An imposter, yet no one else knew the wiser. When he returned to the family that he was given that day they rejoiced at his arrival, proud that their golden boy was back. He wasn’t sure how to feel, but he finally had an identity now.
He was Asterius. That’s what he’s always been. And nobody ever knew the wiser, and he quickly picked up on the previous Asterius’s quirks, and he blended in.
But as the days grew, he found that he could no longer remember who he used to be. Nightmares started to plague him, of the previous person whose identity he stole from them and it tormented him. And one night, he couldn’t take it anymore. In the midst of the night, he took a shovel and ran. Making sure nobody saw him, he approached an unmarked grave, and started digging. The weight of what’d he done tormented him, and he had to go deeper.
Much to his horror, instead of his old body he was met with a duplicate of Asterius who stared at him. Quickly he buried them again and ran home, horrified of what he saw. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to tell the truth. As he burst in through the door in a panic he tried to explain to his new family, only to be brushed off as him feeling unwell and they suggested he rest in the infirmary.
When he got there, he stared at a mirror only to have what he was now stare back at him. He was Asterius, and Asterius was him. He’d completely forgotten what he looked like before, what his name was before, what his life was like before. His acting has become second nature, ingrained into his mind subconsciously.
He was Asterius; a beloved son of a noble family with a talent for acting in plays and musicals, well beloved by all. By day, he fit this mold perfectly and quickly captivated others that saw him. But by night he was a nervous wreck who knew the truth, the weight of what’d he done slowly slipping away from his memory.
Was he an actor too lost in character of the life he chose, was he ever his past life? He desperately clung to the details that slipped way into smoke and mirrors, loosing more day by day to the facade. He was loved, yet why did the guilt cling to him?
He no longer remembered his past life. He was always Asterius.
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by ipphie » Fri Sep 27, 2024 1:51 pm 
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