auroras and sad prose. // getaway car, day 3
Jul 13, 2024 1:43:07 GMT -5
Post by Cait on Jul 13, 2024 1:43:07 GMT -5
but in spite of how you feel
it's not the end of the world
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Jupiter rides off into the sunset with his stupid floating car, barely looking back at Carmen’s discarded body and my own bleeding frame, spilling across the sand. I refuse to look at the blonde girl’s face; I don’t want to see the absence of kindness, stolen away from her by the Arena, by Circe, by myself. I distract myself instead, wasting no time in rifling through my bag for something to take the edge off of my pain, cramming green shit into my mouth and grimacing at the bitter taste of healing.
I almost forget Circe is still here, too. She’s so quiet in the aftermath of the fight, until she speaks in response to my previous incensed outburst.
“There. I did something. She’s dead.”
But it’s not the jubilant declaration I expected it to be. No. Rather, her voice is so dead-panned and defeated that it makes my mouth literally fall open in shock as I stand mutely watching her walk away.
Seriously? She’s sulking? As if she’s the one who’s just been hacked half to death!
I chase after her – well, more like hobble through the night, flames of my weapon well and truly extinguished now. Dragging weak limbs and heavy machinery behind me, it takes far too long to reach Circe’s side again. Maybe she wants space. But I need company. Much as I hate to admit it, I need her.
I nudge into her shoulder, both aggressively and softly, finding the fine balance between friend and enemy. “What’s your problem? You literally signed up for this!”
For as much as I think I learn about Circe, she’s right there to bring me back to reality and remind me that I will never, ever understand Careers.scavenge roll attempt
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