Deservingly Undone ~VT~ [Rosetta]
May 3, 2012 2:34:16 GMT -5
Post by pthalorarity on May 3, 2012 2:34:16 GMT -5
in every loss, in every lie
in every truth that you'd deny
and each regret and each goodbye
was a mistake too great to hide
[/size]The halfway point had since passed as the Capitol train entered District Five. Julian could barely keep his eyes open as his team preened him to perfection for another day of festivities. He simply could not fall asleep alone with his panic attacks worsening by the day, and he was far too proud to admit this dilemma to anyone. The guilt of his ruthless Victory weighed down upon him heavier and heavier with each stop along the tour. District Six had added a sizeable measure as he had killed one of their tributes. She haunted him moreso than usual in past nights… Eliana Ledessa. He hadn’t even known her or spoken to her… He had simply struck her down in her moment of false triumph as she had killed the girl of District Ten.
He looked into the mirror as the prep team scuttled off to prepare for their own entrances. It had become nearly impossible to hide the dark shadows under his eyes with make up any longer. His cheekbones were becoming more pronounced as his appetite continued to dwindle as well with each passing day along the tour. He had to hand it to the prep team however. Despite his body growing weaker, they still managed to present him as the powerful monster he exuded in the Arena. Of course, that was in part due to the bulky silver, wolf furs of his coat. District Five was one of the colder District’s during the winter, and in the midst of the brutal season, today would be quite freezing.
Julian was paraded onto a large stage in front of the Justice Building as he had been in seven other Districts thus far. The ceremonies were quite repetitive—flowers, gifts, a few words—and in his sleepless haze, they were all blurring together. In fact, during his little speech prepared by his escort Glitz, he accidentally addressed the citizens as that of District Four. He felt as if he was in Four, somehow on a ship as the world teetered around him. Was this what it felt like to pass out? Suddenly the District was stable again as he felt the mayor clasp his shoulder to take back the microphone with a “thank you, Julian.”
Julian had nodded, his father and mentor, Serge Bryze, wrapped an arm around his shoulder and led him back to the throne like set up as the ceremony came to its conclusion. He could vaguely hear applause as he drifted further into this daze. He was so tired, and at last, he was not alone. If he slept now, perhaps he wouldn’t be dragged back into the lonely arena. However, falling asleep in public while on his Victory Tour was simply just not going to fly with Panem, especially those at the Capitol. Luckily, looking cold and distant wasn’t very difficult when he was drowsy.
There was now a lot of shuffling going on, the crowd was moving, yet no one had bothered to fetch him yet for whatever would be next in District Five. He could hear his team talking to some one, perhaps a group of people. Julian could care less at the moment, in fact, all that was keeping him in the present was his thoughts on how uncomfortable this seat was. Perhaps they had made the thrown uncomfortable on purpose seeing as Julian had tried to kill one of District Five’s tributes himself and failed. Perhaps though it was always the same uncomfortable chair to keep Victors like himself awake.
His blurring vision zoomed back into focus as a long, yellow mane of hair caught his attention as it approached. He blinked for a moment, his mind fuzzy, but he was able to place the thought eventually. The long blonde hair, the face, it was all so familiar. Lethe Turner, Victor of the Fifty-eighth Games approached him. He remembered her so well. The day of her victory was the same day of his first kiss with Midas. Whether she knew it or not, they were oddly connected in Julian’s mind like this. Of course, that day, Julian had been rooting for Razor of his own District, but at this point that was neither here nor there.
As she grew near enough to address, Julian debated standing up to greet her. Leaning forward a bit, he realized should he stand, he might collapse of exhaustion and that could not be afforded at the moment. He’d have to wait for someone to fetch him from the throne. So for now, he sat and let her come to address him.
