et in arcadia ego [ reverse cowboys - day two ]
Jul 3, 2022 11:30:07 GMT -5
Post by heather - d2 [mylee] on Jul 3, 2022 11:30:07 GMT -5
K I P T Y N
Stumbling back from the confessional, I found Tex and Cain setting up camp for the night, belongings strewn about the ground and a rough center identifiable on closer inspection. What can I do? I’d asked them, but neither gave a direct answer, continuing to shuffle around me. Tex nodded back to where he’d neatly piled my items, and I busied myself with sorting through and organizing them, pushing them around mindlessly, stacking and sorting the cards over and over until several of them blew out into the river, picked up carelessly by the wind.
I curled up around the couple of things I couldn’t stand the thought of losing, the glaive still in my left hand and the axes strewn about my feet, bandages clumped underneath my head like a pillow. I could see the shapes of their bodies across the bank, how Tex turned and then turned over again. At some point, I saw Cain rise from the ground and wander off into the bushes. Tex turned over once more.
Then the ground shook underneath us, and the sound of a cannon cracked through the air. The current seemed startled, as if scared into shifting directions or losing its rhythm. The cannons from earlier were quieter, and seemed infinitely farther away, though from the inside of the tavern it was nearly impossible to think of distance at all.
We both sat up, on alert and shaken from the fragile sleep we were drifting toward. Tex, I’d whispered, though I wasn’t sure he’d heard. And then, Has Cain come back yet? But I didn’t hear his response, or see anything other than the once-outline of his body in the dirt. There seemed to me an understanding that it couldn’t be him, that around us now was something untouchable, perhaps created by the sound of the river behind me.
I turned over toward the water and imagined a larger current, the heads of waves swelling until they broke and fell over themselves, the shoreline continuously being eroded and drawn out.
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When the sun crests the mountains this morning, I wish we were there instead, or anywhere the twilight could reach. As I turn over, I expect to see the two forms of the boys just beginning to stir, but there’s only Tex, a little more awake than I am. As I’m rubbing the sleep from my eyes, he points up above us, and the artificial light is only just visible against the fog.
Districts Three and Eight, wiped out in an instant. I shake my head in disbelief, then stop as Cain’s face flickers in the sky. I want to look back toward where he had been laying the night before to confirm that what I was seeing was something twisted and unreal, but I know that if I turn away now, he won't be there when I look back. So I just watch and watch, even when I’m sure everything of him is gone.
I don’t know what to say to Tex, so I don’t say anything, just silently gather my things and shove them back in my bag, tuck the loose ends of my bandage back in, and settle the glaive awkwardly in my left hand. It’s cool as we start walking, a breeze whipping off the surface of the water to swirl around us.
I can see the tree line stretched out ahead, and I know that’s where we’re headed. We’re walking side by side, yet I can hardly see Tex through the fog, so much so that when the first hint of movement rushes by my legs, I think Tex has managed to collapse the little distance between us effortlessly.
Somehow a flash of orange cuts the haze, and then the strain of fear against the muscle of my heart.
Tex, watch it. We're not alone.
[ table: pogue ]
[ kip attacks sheepish; glaive ]
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[ severed left forearm at elbow -- 9.5 ]
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