no light, no light [day 3: second star vs darlings]
Jul 14, 2018 22:51:33 GMT -5
Post by Lyn𝛿is on Jul 14, 2018 22:51:33 GMT -5
∞
and why must a hero die young
not to be gone and forgotten
so I pray for the broken
this is not the end of innocence
∞
When fear had gone, only emptiness remains.
The hollow sound of a single cannon rings in the distance, like the tolling of a clock tower. Silver parachutes float down, bearing the antivenom and medical supplies you needed; there's a certain predictability in the rhythm of the needle moving in and out, sewing together the jagged edge the spider had torn against your skin.
But maybe that was the scary part -- that you were beginning to grow used to the arena, beginning to think of it again as the patterns you'd watched on TV.
"Let's keep moving," you tell them, because you've seen how Gamemakers hate tributes staying in one place, how they'd do anything to drive you away from safety. "There could be more."
But who are you, to be giving commands to girls like Lavina, or boys like Stitch? What makes you think, you who see the world overlaid with patterns and assumptions, that those patterns and assumptions are right?
"I have a raft. I think - I think it'll fit all four of us," you tell them -- people will listen to you, perhaps, if you showed yourself to be valuable, if you were the kind of person that could give them the right advantages.
Captain Neela did have a sort of ring to it -
You feel vulnerable, inviting them onto the vessel that had been your sanctuary for the past night, tying you in a little close for comfort, were something to go wrong -- there were always things that could go wrong, in the Games. But the night passes with only the boy from Twelve appearing in the sky, and by dawn you reach a new island, a single jagged rock rising from a shimmering lagoon.
Of course, it seems that others have had the same idea.
Part of you thinks Mickey and Faline look rather silly with the pirate hats atop their head. After all, you always imagined them as the kind of people who color within the Capitol's lines, whose eyes sparkle with thoughts of glory and kingdoms and all sorts of things you didn't dare dream of.
And perhaps it was better this way, for you; you wouldn't feel as bad attacking the arrogance of their pack as you would someone just as scared as you were.
Lavina's hand twitches against her weapon, Florence springs up, Stitch tenses -- and you run forward, striking before Lavina might accuse you of stalling, before the alliance charging at you can sink a blade into your skin, before the whispers in your mind can bring you screeching to a halt and questioning your actions.
lyrics: end of innocence
Neela attacks Wynter with spear
NDsAabLsspear
3028 -- Stabbed in Stomach -- 9.5 damage
(Spear)