zero o'clock // silk + sin
Feb 13, 2021 23:22:20 GMT -5
Post by esther kim d3 {lance} on Feb 13, 2021 23:22:20 GMT -5
It's no wonder you find yourself out in the hallways, wandering the empty corridors instead of tucked away in your bed this particular evening. You've always been a creature of the night, whether it's dancing and partying your way until dawn or quietly reading a book by the moonlight, and not even the strict routine of the Capitol can smooth that unique little wrinkle out of you so easily.
In fact, quite the opposite has occurred - it's become part of your routine, after the rest have gone to bed and the only living and breathing souls are the night shift workers and the insomniacs. On one night you'd explored the training center; on the next, the roof.
And tonight? Well, if others find wandering the endless hallways of each floor, noting the subtle differences in the otherwise identical and picturesque interior designs of Capitol architects droll and boring, well, they simply haven't found your own unique way of unwinding. Cause see, it isn't about the walk itself - it's allowing the mind to wander, the possibilities of the future and the sparks of the past blooming free from the confines of your skull for a few blissful minutes out of each day.
It's not until you reach the very last floor, the one marked by a shiny golden 12, that you find a discrepancy. Namely, in the form of a slight boy with his back turned to you, gazing out of the lone window at the very end of the hallway.
Interesting.
For while you'd ran into more than a few avoxes and one half-asleep trainer during your wanderings down to the training center, you'd found not a single soul during your journey up to and back from the roof, staff or otherwise. This boy was the first out of any of the other twenty three that'd shown an inkling of sharing your habits.
And for a moment, you consider leaving him there, traveling back down the stairs on the trek down to the rooms for One. But then you think of home - how sometimes, you'd find one of your of your siblings, take your book and read in their room instead of the quietness of your own, peaceful coexistence side by side.
And strangely, you feel nostalgic.
So it is your heart that leads you up next to the boy, just cautious enough as to not to startle him, before you take up a position to his left. A brief glance at his face - yes, this is, in fact, the District Twelve boy, and not some growth-stunted body double - with a hint of a grin, before you match your gaze to the shining city lights that sprawl out before you.
"Mind if I join you?" you ask, somewhat belatedly, given that you're already there. But you're not so inconsiderate as to stick true to the boldness of your actions - if the other boy doesn't want you there, there's no reason to bully him out of a place he was first - and with the simple question, you give him an easy out.