sticky fingers // sasha

[semper]

pack your things, leave somehow
we're as free as starving wolves


F. U. B. A. R.
fucked up beyond all repair
age: 24
infiltration confirmed
rank: peacekeeper
location: capitol [training]

He's anxious since he's alone. Some of the other Peacekeepers, along with Reiner, are gone on a mission, and very few of them are left in the Capitol. Being by himself is something that fuels the anxiety that plagues him constantly. Normally he'd go to Reiner when these spikes of fear hit, or go sit by the ever-stoic Annie, but neither are within reach. The realization that he only has himself is frightening.

Bertolt pulls his knees close to his chest on his bed and hauls the thin quilt over his head, enveloping himself in a warm darkness. The fabric blocks out only a little of the night life the Capitol has to offer -- it's nothing like the blissful quiet of Thirteen. There, back home, you could hear a leaf hit the ground from a mile away. Outside his window here within the walls and rocky mountains, there's a constant lull of voices and motorized vehicles, clicking of shoes and jingling of bells, and children's high-pitched laughter while they run under the ember light of street lamps and neon billboards.

These Capitolites are terrifying. Colorful, privileged, and horrifying.

Unable to lay with his thoughts any longer, Bertolt throws the quilt off him and gets to his feet. He's dressed in a ratty old T-shirt and loose shorts, and a pair of long black socks clothe his feet. Running a hand through his hair, he opens his door with quiet creaks, and green eyes carry their gaze up and down the hall. Not a sound is heard and not a soul in sight. He steps out and carefully closes the door behind him, turning just slightly to listen and see if anyone's heard him.

Fortunately, not a sound still.

A very quiet exhale leaves him and he tip-toes down the hall to a certain door, lightly tapping his knuckles against the wood.

"Sasha? Sasha, are you awake? Do you want to raid again?"

[k!ah]

s   a   s   h   a  b   r   a   u   s.

The night crept up on her like a panther stalking its prey. It only seemed like a few hours ago it was the morning and she was eating her wholesome breakfast, Connie at her side. They had been joking about something and she had laughed so hard that a stitch had managed to rip through her side, forcing her to quite eating and concentrate on breathing, concentrate on forcing herself to breath air in and out slowly curing her of the stitch. But now, now the sun had sunken far beneath the horizon the gentle light of the moon caressing the streets of the district. It wasn't like this back home. Back home the stars shined all around, the moon not just a shadow in the sky so much more. 

A sigh escapes her lips, her mind lost in her own world, when suddenly their is a knock at the door. She blinks a few times before muffled voice reaches her ears. "Sasha? Sasha, are you awake? Do you want to raid again?" Her lips spilt into a grin as she dances to the door, swinging it open quickly to meet the boy standing on the other side. Her eyes twinkle with mischief, her grin turing cheeky. 

"Don't need to ask me twice," she tosses a wink in his direction before grabbing his hand. Looking left and right she leads him down the hallway. "I am so starved I could eat the president out of house and home." She whispers, flicking her gaze over her shoulder, tugging on his hand persistently.