Can we Kiss the Stars // Diorite x Lightning {blitz}

[Arrows]

District Four Male of the 75th Hunger Games

     They were the same. From every angle and every aspect each shimmering speck of celestial starlight was identical to those of District Four's skies. Every phantom face beaming with benevolent brilliance was still within my sights. Every glistening glow still seeping into the layers of my sea kissed skin. No where in all of this glass garden was there a scene so symmetrical to home, and never a site so far from the sea's safety. Instead of the wakes of waves washing over golden graced sands cars cried out through streets of sounding sirens and honking horns. Instead of simple survivors stretched out across the sands the people were mutants manipulated by their own manifestations. Yet among all this morphism, the stars still shine perfectly in place. 

    Atop this tower of terrors and tributes I sit with my legs dancing in the drawl of the winds. Cold creeps chillingly up my skin and into my spine as I lie with my eyes extended into the heavens. I notice no other senses other than the sight of an endless space. My hears fall mute to the mingling murmurs of horns and my body grows numb from the creeping cold. Inside the dark expanse I float among the stars, I feel only their warmth as I waft over each of them guiding me on my travels. I escape from the captors and my cell, from my life suffocating sentence of stupidity. I just, float.

    From somewhere beyond my spacial sensations the sound of steps slings me from my site within the stars. Irises indited with the intricacies of the celestial ceiling stare towards a fellow servant to the serpent snow. A smirk of snowy white spills from across my cheeks' skin as I speak in a tone soft yet strong in its own sense. "Diorite, District One. The Fray girl, I bet the Capitol won't be able to pull their eyes off of you. Do me a favor though and remember to share the spotlight now and then okay super star." I wrinkle my face in a wink before gesturing to a place myself on the edge. "Care to sit?"

LIGHTNING  O'HANA

Sometimes our heads slip beneath the sea, and sometimes there's no way to breathe

[Gryphon]

A sea of night, patterned with bodies of the heavens. Waves roll over each other heavily but not in turmoil, I'm allowed to lay still in the liquid firmament instead of being forced away from shore and

engulfed

in darkness.

(But I'm not satisfied.)

I'm not satisfied, but my volcanic soul is kept at bay.

If only it could be marked with petals of peace as it sits in silence underneath the stars as well.

This is all I have until I fight my way back home from the depths of crimson, or, much more likely,

the last day I possess in dreams and in reality is spent.

That doesn't mean I'm not appreciative, however. Everyday it is the same: after belief I've done enough for the day in the training room is reached, I escape to the rooftop as the sun goes down to let the lava cool, to think.

To breathe,

even for just a little while.

From one to hundreds more before my very eyes, the sky of suns that emerges after the day ends is a welcoming and relaxing sight.

"Diorite, District One. The Fray girl, I bet the Capitol won't be able to pull their eyes off of you."

I'm truly not the only one who likes to bathe in the stars, however.

Everyday it is the same: once I reach the floor, I am greeted by another who shares this same interest as me. I immediately look upon him, light hair and light skin like Atlas Lumiere but his eyes are a color which reflects the light above us so beautifully.

"Do me a favor though and remember to share the spotlight now and then okay super star."

My body

twitches,

this time as a response of discomfort at the words instead of as a habit for everything my life has meant as of now--but he does not make me uncomfortable.

To avoid giving the wrong idea, a soft rose smile

blooms

across my cheeks and I just shake my head.

"It is not an audience I seek, but the ability to just breathe," I state coolly, names surfing through the galactic sea inside a dreamer's mind as I try to remember his. "...Lightning O'Hana." The smile widens upon retrieving it. "But feel free to share them with me anytime you wish."

"Care to sit?"

A bit of hesitance, but I nod my head as my own gaze glitters with wonder asides from the lit-up azure.

"Gladly."

So I do, and I join another tribute with calendars of death across our hearts and spots of white amongst black across our minds.

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