foundation / zori
Mar 5, 2020 3:01:00 GMT -5
Post by Wonder on Mar 5, 2020 3:01:00 GMT -5
lyle tabus
17
d8
If he’d had his way, Lyle would have never left the house today.
Disgruntled and displeased, he brushed his calloused fingers through the birds nest that had settled on his head. It was long past time to wash it, probably to cut it, but there was an ideation and liberty to growing it out. If it wasn’t cut straight, layered properly, if it grew rampant, perhaps that was was his own middle finger to an establishment he refused to rebel against. It was the tiniest of footsteps, the smallest dip of the big toe into the ocean. An act of misbehaving that wasn’t absurd enough to wind you up on your knees getting lashed at in the town center.
He huffed whilst hooking his socks to his feet, and hawed as he wrestled with each hole on the wrinkled white button-up he’d carelessly swept off the ground. This was simply as put together as Lyle was going to get today. Rarely did he love to go out on his days off. What was the point of even calling it a day off if it didn’t consist solely of time to oneself? After a long week of dying strips of yarn and bolts of cloth, there was one place that Lyle dreamed of - and that was his bed.
Which is why he’d groaned heavily as his friend Dario had mentioned the night before that he had something to show him. Lyle had known Dario for most of what he’d considered his conscious life. Maybe six, or seven? A block over, Dario’s large family seemed to inhabit the whole street. It was a world so unlike his own, coming up with just his mother and father. Lyle prided himself on finding comfort in each inch of his childhood home, but Dario’s house - it was more than that. There were multiple stories imbued in every room, more than just a simple memory of a mother and son - generations.
Dario had once told him that his family had once been much larger. That was hard for Lyle to imagine. As he trudged out the front door, the sun greeted him with a cheeky fuck you. Cute. Brushing his hand up to wave away the harsh realities of day, he scrunched his nose as the familiar scents of the neighborhood took away what little sleep had clung on for dear life. Home. The resilient textile district was all Lyle had ever known. Outside sparse Capitol broadcasts demonstrating a life of lavish, a cut scene to a district here or there for the reapings, there was little Lyle knew of life outside the fences. Lush greenery did line the borders of the district, so perhaps more untamed trees standing hundreds of feet tall? Or more factories, a second district eight exact copy building for building of where they lived now? Cities that had never even heard of Panem? Locations not marked on any map made by anyone, citizen or Capitol.
Stop.
Physically and mentally. Not today. Lyle scuffed his feet along the ground, kicking up small pebbles as he built trenches with his toes. An underground tunnel per - he’d always been a dreamer, but lately he’d found that they had gotten a bit out of control. Dario always had such grand ideas of taking down the Capitol, but that was never Lyle’s thing. As far as Lyle knew, no one in his family had ever been directly affected by the Capitol, never reaped, never hurt. They did their jobs, and food was on the table. The Tabus’ weren’t trouble makers and it wasn’t time to start now. It’s not time to start now. It’s not time to start now. He repeats the mantra like a staccato in his mind, each syllable popping along to a step. After a minute of humming, the words seemed to lose all meaning, it was all under control now. Deep breath. In, out.
He arrived at Dario’s door on the exhale. Without knocking, Lyle creaked the door open ever so gently as to not raise alarm. Even though he’d been given permission many a time just to come in, the act of just walking into someone else’s home without announcing frankly seemed like a death wish. Maybe that wasn’t a bad thing? ”Hello,” he said with a loud yet reserved tone. ”Mr. Cortés, I’m just here to see Dario." He paused. "It’s me, Lyle.” He didn’t know why he’d added on the last bit as if his shrill stammering wasn’t enough to give away who it was. Real casual.
Peaking in each room as he passed, he sauntered through the familiar landscape. It had started to become comfortable to him, Dario’s place, well his grandfather’s. Though not his own, there was room here for him to rent. It was a comfort knowing that there was somewhere that didn’t make Lyle feel as though he was taking up space.
”Alright,” he mumbled as he found his friend tinkering as per usual. ”You got me out of bed so this better be damn good.”