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True Altruism
“Thank you everyone for coming to tonights grand show! Get home safely, and I hope you all had a lovely time!” Robin’s eyes gleefully lit up as she waved to the horde of strangers that worshipped her like an aeon. It was a satisfying sight to her iridescent eyes to say the least, knowing she mattered in this world, but the more she looked on into her colony of worshippers, she could feel her smile begin to slowly fade - yet nobody in the crowd would notice. They were too busy turning to the exits of the building or to their companions to gleefully talk about how joyous she always seemed. Her gaze sunk away from her fans, knowing that what she thought shouldn't get to her.
Robin flunked onto her bed, feeling the itching from within to look herself up online for just the thrill of attention - yet she had learnt the lesson time and time again, that her colony can only say so much good to cover up the bad. The ugly truth is that “Miss Robin” isn't loved by one and all. Her colony of worshippers that would follow her like a dog made her feel less alone in these trying times, despite knowing not a single one of them. It’s only natural to want to be loved, but now that she has gotten so much of this love - what is a girl to do with it? Too much of something can be fatal. Those thoughts swirled through Miss Robin’s head as she softly chuckled to herself. “Pfft, What a sick joke.” She responded to the cries in her mind;; Yet she knew this was not the answer she wanted to hear, but instead what she had to hear. No star-status-celeb could be so philosophical, it's not marketable enough. That's what she was told at least.
She stared up at her ceiling, spanning so far up that she wished her wings could truly help her fly so she could reach the top of it. The wings that sprouted from the back of her ears curled up against her head like a wilting flower would, she knew this was her fate - her purpose - to be stuck in a birdcage, tweeting harmonies. She was a Halovian, born with love and admiration gazing down on her.
Robin woke up to the same ceiling she passed out staring at. Softly sighing to herself as she sat up to have her gaze met with her own in her vanity mirror - used to apply makeup, but alot of the time robin would just stare at herself, making sure not a single wrinkle would form on her skin that was worth more then a home filled with memories. Spending so much time staring at yourself makes time fly by, and as each aching day would past with her gaze meeting her own, she yearned and itched more and more for a grand realisation. A realisation that felt like change from just the loop of staring at herself.
“Robin, are you ready for your concert? You still have three more shows to go through this week.” Robin tore the gaze off her own face to see her darling brother, Sunday. She looked lovingly into his eyes, loosing herself in the ripples of gold and navy blue in the centre - she knew she had done irreparable damage to him, “do you think someone like him gets sick of just being known as the man who carries the same blood as me?” those condescending thoughts reverberated through her mind as she just sat there, looking at him with her renowned “loving eyes”. Was she truly loving though? Or was it just like a snake, shedding what itd wear and slowly becoming less and less what it was before each molt. “Robin..?” She could hear her brother pipe up, but she was still lost in his eyes - “Sometimes being a nobody like him doesnt sound half bad.” - “Robin!” He called out, finally snapping her out of the rabbit hole she’d call her mind. “Oh, erm, yes. Thank you, ill be up and ready to go soon.” She continued to smile until Sunday nodded his head and left her field of sight.
“How long did i just spend thinking last night - to the point id wake up so late, just moments before my concert?” Robin pondered to herself with a look is distaste for her own actions on her face, she tried not to show her dislike too much - as it may cause a wrinkle on her porcelain