stupid deep — carter & nico.
Feb 25, 2020 21:04:07 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽♂️kaitlin. on Feb 25, 2020 21:04:07 GMT -5
FOOL ME ONCE, FOOL ME TWICE
You ask yourself the question in the dark of the night, three days sober, reaping day looming: what if this is who you're supposed to be? The thought makes you blanch, sit bolt upright in your stupidly plush bed, and before you know it you're shoving your feet into the shoes you like to run in the best, pushing open your front door.
You pretend not to notice Kendrick sleeping on your couch on your way out. Both of you like it better that way; existing in the same space, but not together.
The stars are crisp hours of pre-dawn, glowing in the night sky as you bolt into the safe canopy of the woods. They're hidden beyond the foliage, but you run until you see them ahead of you, run until your vision is blurry and then you run even further, run until you are panting and out of breath and you think that maybe, just maybe, you're going to collapse.
But the dawn is coming, and if the sun can rise through it all, then you will to do so as well.
It's still fairly early morning when you find yourself standing in front of the Laws house. You're not sure exactly what carried you there, only know that now you are here and you realize, belatedly, that this is exactly where you need to be. You knock on the front door before you can run again, and your district's mayor gives you a passing welcome before telling you that the person you're really here for is out in the gardens.
You waltz pass him, still not as comfortable with the fact that you killed his daughter as you are with the fact that you killed your friends' sister. He's been kind enough, not that you ever deserved it, but you still can't seem to look him full in the eye.
"Laws," you call out after stepping out the back door, bringing a hand to your forehead to try and shield away from sun so you might find the boy with as many flowers in his bones as you're now surrounded by. "I come in desperate need of some water," you go on, finally spotting him. You stride towards him, and in standard dramatic fashion, you collapse to the ground, exhausted from your run. "That, and some more of those spices you gave me. I think Ten must have snatched some of mine because there's no way I went through them that quickly."
You neglect to mention that you couldn't have used them all up because until all too recently you subsisted on a mostly liquid diet. Neither of you needs the reminder.
You pretend not to notice Kendrick sleeping on your couch on your way out. Both of you like it better that way; existing in the same space, but not together.
The stars are crisp hours of pre-dawn, glowing in the night sky as you bolt into the safe canopy of the woods. They're hidden beyond the foliage, but you run until you see them ahead of you, run until your vision is blurry and then you run even further, run until you are panting and out of breath and you think that maybe, just maybe, you're going to collapse.
But the dawn is coming, and if the sun can rise through it all, then you will to do so as well.
It's still fairly early morning when you find yourself standing in front of the Laws house. You're not sure exactly what carried you there, only know that now you are here and you realize, belatedly, that this is exactly where you need to be. You knock on the front door before you can run again, and your district's mayor gives you a passing welcome before telling you that the person you're really here for is out in the gardens.
You waltz pass him, still not as comfortable with the fact that you killed his daughter as you are with the fact that you killed your friends' sister. He's been kind enough, not that you ever deserved it, but you still can't seem to look him full in the eye.
"Laws," you call out after stepping out the back door, bringing a hand to your forehead to try and shield away from sun so you might find the boy with as many flowers in his bones as you're now surrounded by. "I come in desperate need of some water," you go on, finally spotting him. You stride towards him, and in standard dramatic fashion, you collapse to the ground, exhausted from your run. "That, and some more of those spices you gave me. I think Ten must have snatched some of mine because there's no way I went through them that quickly."
You neglect to mention that you couldn't have used them all up because until all too recently you subsisted on a mostly liquid diet. Neither of you needs the reminder.
ARE YOU DEATH OR PARADISE?