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modern denial {peri & aria | day three}
Oct 17, 2012 23:18:32 GMT -5
Post by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨ on Oct 17, 2012 23:18:32 GMT -5
[/i][/center]My hands are tired
But my eyes are open
This modern denial
Has me broken
I'll be your warrior
The dark waters that we emerged from only hours ago taunt me, laughing as they swirls around my limbs. Dry lips want so desperately for my hands to scoop up the water and drink it all - craving to feel liquid against my tongue. But Peri's idiocy at opening up the golden box and Wednesdae's attacking the three-headed beast only reminds me not to be so brash with my actions. I do not trust the water - and here, trust can only get you so far before you wind up dead.
No words pass Peri and I as we walk - at least, not for a while. The only sounds come from our voyage up the river and tell-tale signs that we're still alive. My bottle in the backpack strapped to my shoulders sloshes about with river liquid from our first day. The white material stretched across my body splattered with scarlet is clammy and uncomfortable, much like the thoughts that flow through my mind and constantly remind me that I need help. But I can't bring myself to ask Peri for water, for assistance. Not so much out of stubbornness or independence (because let's face it, he's the closest thing I have to a means of help here), but more-so that I don't want him to waste his supplies on me, a poor little girl from District Eight who's starting to believe that she isn't going home after all.
And who would? Who would let her live over Peridot Myler, great Career with a training score of 11 and no eyes but mine (perhaps Kiera and Wednesdaes are beginning to open too) to see that he does not want to be here? This boy, a brother in one way and an enemy in far too many others, whom I am not sure whether he wants to greet glory or to greet his father. But do I know, either?
I'm ripped from my pondering again by the desperate need to find water. My head begins to throb and spin, eyes fuzzing the line between the river and the horizon together, slowing my steps until I reach a stop. I can't ask him, I won't ask him, but it becomes too much- Water Pain Bran Jon Water Peri Ellea Pain Little Libertine Water Pain Beast Killing Water Little girl Blondie Water Blood Dead Water Kiera Wednesdae Water Needle Pain Water Peri Water Peri Water-
"Peri?" I croak out, falling to my knees to stop myself from collapsing. Ignoring the impact that rocks up my legs as I partially submerge into the water, my arms fumble in my backpack and throw out the pliers and a piece of chalk into the depths of the river with a loud plop!. Searching for the firewood and my bottle of water buried underneath my whip, I grasp hold of them and force out more words. "Can... can you... I don't know how..."
Oh, little girl, being brave is so much more than a man with a sword in his hand.
ooc;
{aria discards her pliers and 1 piece of chalk}
{aria hands over her pile of firewood to peridot myler}
They wanna take our light
Make us fight
I'm feeling small
When I was a child
I knew it all
[/i]Make us fight
I'm feeling small
When I was a child
I knew it all
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