👨‍💻🍆🍑🌈 [Exover/Saturn]

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- Saturn RhoDon -

I am starting to see stars and moons
(it's an awful sham, but I follow suit)
This is how it ends, a courageous boom

Saturn found that boredom, more so than temptation, often led to destructive decisions.

It was after midnight – well, closer to two in the morning – when he got the idea. He could admit that he was watching the other boys in the training center to get a sense of their skill levels. Like the boy from four, aside from seeming a total douche, was formidable. The one from three seem as though he’d get his neck snapped simple enough. And then, the boy from ten – well, he was big, his body likely built from long days on the ranch tending to whatever sort of thing the lower districts kept themselves busy with. He’d stared a little too long at the boy when they’d gone across the training floor, though Saturn felt as though Exover was looking clear through him (he couldn’t have possibly been ignoring him, could he?).

He’d let the water flow from the elephant showerhead above, making sure to lather up his body and feel the heat across his body. He spent a good twenty minutes under the water thinking about all of them – the way their faces looked, their voices in the training center, the videos he’d seen of their reapings – before he came to the conclusion that he was going to get what he wanted, because he was seventeen and it had been a long day, and because he might have done it then before they had to make do in the arena with all its limitations (which he fully intended to try because – well, there were plenty ways to obtain infamy, the least of which was having sex in a cave).

But who would be the lucky one?

He settled on Exover because he liked the way his face always looked like he was about to ask a question. The sort of stupid, half-certain self that was easier to control, especially in the limited capacity of two bodies smashing together. Now – he was sure that they were discouraged from this sort of thing for any number of reasons (they were about to have to kill one another, they were too young, or that he was better served getting a full night’s sleep).

Except he was already in a towel in front of his mirror, posing for his requisite JANET giving his best smolder before doubt had any chance to settle. He flexed his chest and bicep with his head tilted just so before turning around to show off his back. He carefully placed his towel in an insincere show of modesty with a grin across his face. Forty-seven clicks later, after moving angles, swiping away the ones that didn’t have the perfect arch of his back, Saturn settled on three that were, as he believed,  fucking hot.

“JANET – can you send these to the boy from ten?” Saturn grinned at the little box. He imagined each of their rooms must’ve been stocked with at least one, and it wouldn’t be long before the boy caught sight of his pics and was knocking at his door.

‘Yes. Photos may be sent to Exover. Would you like to include a message? I would recommend this –’

“Nah. I think that he’s going to get the message loud and clear,” Saturn turned to look at himself in the mirror and gave a nod. He sure as hell would.

‘Photos sent to – Exover Endor.’

“He better not leave me on read.” Saturn smirked. Or if he did, there were plenty of others to pass his photos along to, right? 

*Star & Moons, Dizzy

JUNIER of GS + Adox

[cameron]

Exover Endor


That morning he woke early, assumed it was bright, and fumbled his way to the bathroom. The first days in the training center, a few key splashes in the most pertinent places did the trick, especially to a boy due for death in days. Things had changed for Exover, though, taken a turn for the green and blooming, and he was determined to inhale plants like air, determined to make an impression on the boy from Five and his tulips, and he knew that was next to impossible without a proper shower. Hours set in the base of the tub that first night, a captive in his own territory, as his stylists scrubbed layers of dirt from his dusty skin, shrieked of the exfoliant needed STAT. Hours in the tub that weighed his arm down with ghost nerves as he reached to turn the knob on on his own, before finding the wall and spreading fingers wide to search. A minute of stroking aimlessly before he grunted “fucking come on” and the water rushed from the head. He stepped in the shower, and the water stopped.

It took a while to come to terms with the malfunctioning automated bathroom, but as the toilet began to sing opera he knew something was more wrong than mumbling “fucking come on” could fix. His usual well-planned splashes took precedence over figuring out technology he’d never dreamed of existing, and he headed down to the main floor grumpy, half as clean as he wanted, but still set in his goals and motivated for success.

By nightfall he was ready to die again. He’d been plagued all day long by the cruelties of other tributes, taunted by their aptitude and his hindrances. And not only the tributes, but a gamemaker, too. It seemed like his hopes, his dreams of the day were centuries past, crumbled to dust and scrubbed away in his bathtub, try as they may to cling to him. Confirmation signed in light that the shooting star he’d lucked into the day before was not the cause for celebration he’d interpreted, but in fact was headed right for him, faster and hotter than anything he’d ever known. There was no time to make a wish. Would’ve been pointless, regardless. A wish on a star didn’t work if it wasn’t seen.

One of the avoxes in his room placed her hand on his shoulder and he unclenched his fists from their rocky grip on the bed frame. He didn’t know how long he’d stood there, sulking and fuming all the same, but it clearly was longer than he realized, because the avox led him to the bathroom and clapped twice. The shower turned on. A breathy “thanks” was given her as he stripped down and got in.

Several hours passed and Exover remained in the shower, the threat of climate change and wasted water not present in this timeline of the universe. Steam hung like clouds behind the closed doors, and he sucked in air as slowly as he let it out. He was relaxed, for once. Actually relaxed, despite the mass slaughter that soon awaited he and his peers, despite the possibility of being literally blindsided at any given moment by anything around him, despite the boy who started an orchard in his heart one day and forgot to return and water it the next. Despite everything, a smile stretched out wide on his lips, and -- “INCOMING PHOTO MESSAGE” a shrill, metallic voice called from his bedroom. His smile died and curled away like a bug. Who the hell sent him a picture. Who the actual hell. He clapped twice, stopping the shower, and walked out into his bedroom still dripping wet and naked.

“Can someone tell me what the hell someone sent me?” Two avoxes and a stylist assistant stood nearby, seemingly gathered around where his JAN thing was, but not a one replied. “Well?” More silence followed, and he could hear a buzzing coming from the wall. “Is there a projection, does someone want me dead, what’s up.” He could handle whatever they threw his way; he’d been handling that and more for years. Finally, the stylist assistant opened his mouth, relieving the two with no voices of the duty. “It’s, uh.” A loud gulp, and he continued. “I mean…. Girl.” More silence, tense and uncomfortable. Then, laughter, gushing from his mouth and bouncing in the avoxes’ shoulders. “You should just go to his room. I think it’s better you read it in person.”

A few minutes later he knocked on the door of the boy from One with soaking wet hair, bare chest, and dirty pants hanging loosely from his waist. An air of impatience stirred in the winds around him, and he couldn’t for the life of him imagine why someone would send the blind guy anything without an audio attachment. And really, he was just plain tired; tired from the bullshit and the anger and the empathy and the boys. He really didn’t have much an opinion on any of the girl tributes, but fuck the boys, and especially fuck Nico from Twelve.

And Saturn from One, who interrupted his shower to mock him in the middle of the night. As he waited outside his door, all he could think was “get fucked, dude.”

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- Saturn RhoDon -

I am starting to see stars and moons
(it's an awful sham, but I follow suit)
This is how it ends, a courageous boom

There’s all the signs that he’s prepared for this: the gray pair of sweatpants without underwear, no shirt, that his hair was combed and styled in gel in spite of the snapback hat that was twisted backwards, and the spritz of cologne he’d stepped through. He was all too pleased with himself looking into the mirror – a boy that knew his body was at its peak. He took a second to hunch forward and stare into his own eyes. This was going to be fun, right? Sharing his body with another boy, a point of conquest – that made him feel better, especially whiling away hours before death.

Except it wouldn’t take away the feeling in the moments after, when, staring at the body next to his own, he was repulsed that he couldn’t stop himself from this. He thought of the moments when he lay in the bed, body next to his own, staring up at the ceiling. This was fun, he’d said more than once, repeating the own images in his mind to convince himself it was exactly as he’d wanted. This was fun, he’d say, even when he didn’t know their name. This was fun, he thought, before heading out into the sunlight, or darkness, or out of the bathroom. That was fun, he said, because it was easier to say than – I wish I hadn’t done that.

But he was seventeen – what did he know of his own wants and desires?

The knock on the door pulled him back to reality, and the boy gave one last flex in the mirror to check for the twentieth time he looked exactly as he wanted. He traced his way down the hallway, smile broad across his face, focused on how he’d thought Exover looked on the training center floor. He was a cornfed type, thick arms and a good shape that practically burst out of his pants. Saturn imagined that a boy from ten was good at riding, and simple enough to follow directions. How he hadn’t already made this happen Saturn wasn’t sure – though he had not actually bothered to try to get to know the boy, or else he would’ve known the one hitch in his plan.

“Well, hello there,” Saturn stood at the door and stared at Exover. Hair wet, as though he’d come running from the shower. His pants hanging loosely off his waist to expose just a little more skin than he should’ve, along with his bare chest. “I see you got my message, Ex…” He moved closer to put a hand along the boys back, and another onto his waist. He pulled in close to the boy’s face, voice low.

“Why don’t we go back to my room, ten… and get you out of this hallway...”

*Star & Moons, Dizzy

JUNIER of GS + Adox

[cameron]

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