Glowing in the Dark [Jem/Dan]
Jun 16, 2014 19:51:05 GMT -5
Post by pthalorarity on Jun 16, 2014 19:51:05 GMT -5
[Jem Morgan]
I live my life inside a dream,
only waking when I sleep
If I could sell my sorry soul, I would have it all
I live my life inside a dream,
only waking when I sleep
If I could sell my sorry soul, I would have it all
Jem wasn’t exactly sure what he was waiting for as he sat on the rooftop of the training center. It was dark and quiet—peaceful even, lit only by the remaining light of the city that seemed to never sleep. The week of training had come to a close and all that remained for the tributes were the interviews before they would all be shipped off to whatever arena awaited. As the whole lot sat waiting their turn for their private training sessions, Jem had casually mentioned to Dan where he might be this evening should he feel like sharing those scars of his after all. Admittedly he’d flirted with well over half of the tributes in their brief time together, but none so much as his ally and rival. Bad boys were few and far between in the elite social circles of the Morgan family—even in the career gyms there was no one quite like Cowboy Dan—and the age-old appeal of the wild and untamed burned somewhere deep within the naïve playboy.
Of course, proud and haughty Jem was not self aware enough to grasp this notion. So caught up in his routine of using his body for power, it was easy for any warning signals of potential danger to pass him by.
Truthfully, he’d almost not come anyway and left his invitation as more of a test, but his unconscious led him up there before he could make any firm decisions. So now he waited, breathing in the open air and running over his training session in his mind, wondering what score he might receive the next day. It took a moment to hear over the wind but sure enough the footfalls of the District Two tribute arrived like clockwork. Jem turned with his glittering emerald eyes locking on him with the same sultry gaze he had been giving all week, though they were far more effective in the dimmer lighting of the rooftop.
“It’s about time you showed up,” Jem grinned, “I was about to decide I didn’t want to see those scars after all.”