lose what you had / [krueger & olete]
Jun 13, 2023 21:34:22 GMT -5
Post by pogue on Jun 13, 2023 21:34:22 GMT -5
He's seen enough performances to know how to read language untold.
The training center is a stage, curtains stained red with drying blood and pulled back at the seams, performances coming and performances going underneath the fluorescent lights. He knows better than to consider himself anything special, but he's pulled it into his form and rooted it against his namesake, a performer molded in flame and fury and a life no one should have lived, bruised boy making stupid decisions with no promise of a beneficial outcome.
Sometimes it hits him, that he's thrown his life away to the void and only heard it laugh in response.
There's a loneliness to the way he isn't considered, forgotten, Church of Todd written in the headlines and the hopefuls leaning into the fanaticism of something larger than themselves. It's in those moments that he recedes into his own mind, threatens to break his persona and rips himself apart from the inside out.
He catches himself, sometimes, gripping the handle of an axe and threatening to throw it towards a trainer with too much life sitting in the palm of their hands, make a spectacle of himself that will only backfire.
He's biting it back when he notices a reflection, mirrored, a tribute and a body and body language too keen on picking up anything good. He smirks, narrows his gaze and considers his options before biting at the low-hanging fruit, axe left on the table and its shadow reaching after him as he makes his way over towards the tribute.
His roots are rotting and corrupt, placing himself innocently next to her and picking up a spool of twine from the mixed bag of offerings, threading it between his fingers like he doesn't know what to do with it. It's in the span of a heartbeat that he launches the acknowledgement, the realization of secrecy, that he knows what she knows, sees what she sees.
"Catch anything good from their conversation?"
