lost in a daydream // beck x bell!hologram

[gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕]

walking in my sleep
like the naked trees
will they wake up again?
do they sleep? do they dream?

It was surprisingly lonely.

Even though hundreds of people came every day to see Bell, her hologram lived an unfulfilling life. Fans, who came to simply admire her. They would stare at her tall stature, just as beautiful in hologram form as she was in life. They decided to present the tributes just before the gong sounded, just before Death entered the arena. Her uniform was untouched and not a hair was out of place. The only scars that were visible was a small one under her eye from the Academy. She looked perfect, nothing like her last moments.

There were also history buffs who came to visit. They would ask countless questions, wanting her to relive every moment in the arena. Sometimes, they’d even boot up the Ridley hologram, just to watch her suffer once more. And of course there were the hecklers. The ones who booted you up just to tease you. They were happy to see the villain served justice.

The queen torn from her throne.

Helpless as she watched her kingdom crumble.

It had grown old, same thing day in and day out. So, when her hologram booted to life she was expecting nothing less than the usual, but when she finally opened her eyes she was shocked.

Beck.

Bell did her best to keep the surprise off her face. It had been the last person she expected to see, but the one she’d been hoping for all along. Instead of letting her face betray her she crossed her arms, popped her hip, and put on a smirk she was known all too well for.

”Well, well, well. I was wondering when you would finally show your face around here,”

She wanted to hate him. She wanted to hate him so bad for being out there while she was stuck in an endless loop, only existing when people called upon her. She wanted to hate him so bad for surviving, but she couldn’t despise him simply because he was better than her.

”One of us was bound to win. I always thought it would be me, but I guess you’re a pretty good second choice,” she said with an airy laugh, a smirk still playing on her lips.


She wanted so badly to hate him.

But how do you hate the only person who’s ever cared for you?

[[nyte]]

B E C K .

y o u  s h o u l d n ' t  w a s t e  a  p r e t t y  f a c e

He craves stale cigarette smoke, the twilight curling off her lips as they lay on moldy rooftops and waited for dawn. He remembers the way he'd tangle his fingers in her hair, just in case he was finally high enough to feel something. Beck doesn't know if he loved Bell, only that they were perfectly content with using each other up. Burning themselves from the inside out in a race to see who'd cave first.

It should have been him, but it wasn't.

Yet another victory he'd had the pleasure of weaving into that victor's crown.

Beck told himself the next time he saw Bell would be the day he hung himself on rock bottom. She was, after all, the catalyst to his grand descent. The first ghost he'd have the pleasure of greeting on the other side of paradise.

Today, Beck decides, that is close enough to the truth.

For what it's worth, she's an absolutely breathtaking lie. A convincing string of algorithmic code that tells those empty eyes to light up just like he's used to. They're strange though, full of a steely bloodlust he'd only ever seen on a television screen. This is not his Bell, it is the Capitol's. Even if it speaks with her voice, teasing just as he knows it would have been if she were still alive.

He smiles, fingers curling around the cold metal railing in an attempt to remind himself what's real. "So I'm a few years late, boo hoo." A few years older and far too sober. He's everything Hailsham had wanted him to be at twenty-one: a fucking husk. "If you wanted to see me so bad, you should have come home."

Bell has been dead for five years, these words can't hurt her.

"You should hate me." He grins, though blood and dirt and every nightmare she's caused him, "Or is this what the Capitol thinks I want to hear?" They don't know him half as well as they think.

[elegant]