do it all again next week :: axyl / ines
Feb 12, 2024 23:55:16 GMT -5
Post by pogue on Feb 12, 2024 23:55:16 GMT -5
He's come to accept it, what he knows is bound to happen. At least, that's what he tells himself.
Something in him whispers that it's a fraud, that the thought of his own mortality has chewed through his bones and spat out the shards as splinters, pulled his veins like strings and peeled his flesh until there was nothing left. And, just like always, he runs from it before it can catch him. Mouse to cat, a chase designed to never end.
"Eenie, meenie, minie-" He spins around slowly on heavy heel, a half-circle of empty expectations and sizing up his competitors. "You." He locks in on the hearest tribute, pointed finger and cocked head and security cameras watching their every move. "How about a spar?"
It's an offer meant to be refused, thrown into the empty air between them by a boy she doesn't even know. Axyl doesn't wait for an answer, knows it has to be yes because of the expectations from the nearby trainers and the soft, blinking lights of the security cameras. Their game was just starting, already worn thin, and only had one ending for the both of them.
He was still trying to figure out how to run from it, still stepping back from the conclusion that he'd never be able to.
It's why there's a slight shake to his hand as he runs his fingers over the feel of the metal, already becoming more familiar than anything else in his life just from the short stay in the Training Center. He does what he does best: distract and divert, turns back towards his would-be opponent and cocks his head. "That last name of yours sounds familiar." Lean back, chew on the words. There were countless families that seemed ripe for the picking in the Reaping, pulled up year after year just for the slaughter.
"- let me guess... trauma doesn't just run in the family, it sprints?"
