we'll never get { o l d } // Aetherians
Feb 28, 2014 21:06:15 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Feb 28, 2014 21:06:15 GMT -5
{ chapter the tenth }
we're told, we're told, we're told
we'll never get old
so don't you ever show them
show them our bones
we'll never get old
so don't you ever show them
show them our bones
When I lick my lips they taste like blood and ashes. My nose wrinkles and I turn my head as we walk, spitting in a very unladylike fashion off to one side. The back of my hand comes up to wipe my mouth but only succeeds in smearing more crimson across my face. I grunt in frustration. Stupid bison. Its blood practically coats me, plastering my hair to my neck and staining my clothes black. My allies are no better off - Soap sports a lovely new gash in his armor, Claude is just as soaked in scarlet as I am, and Lyric's muscles are tight against the pain of her fresh wound. My heart twinges in sympathy for the three of them, if only because I know they're hurting more than they let on. Bloody stubborn. I can't help the hint of a smile that plays at my lips, though. Like me. They'll go on like this for hours if I don't put an end to the madness, so after just a few more steps I drop my bag off my shoulders and cross my arms firmly over my chest. "That's it," I announce, stomping one foot like the spoiled little girl I'm not. "I refuse to go another step. This is torture."
I don't mention the fact that out of all of them I'm probably in the best shape, instead frowning down at the mess of green and red-black I'm wearing. I mutter something under my breath and peel it off. Though the normal uniform underneath isn't much better, the bloodstains at least aren't quite as obnoxious. Making a face, I drop the green pajamas on the ground and kick them away in order to emphasize my disgust. To the viewers I'm sure I look like a perfect brat right now. Good. I couldn't care less what they think of me now. I drop to the ground, feigning exhaustion.
In truth my veins are buzzing with energy. We’ve been walking for what seems like ages but the adrenaline of the fight never seemed to leave - even now my upper back is tense, preparing for an attack from a phantom tribute or another disgusting mutt. To distract myself I focus my attention on Lyric, gesturing with my head for her to come sit in front of me. “Get over here, Blondie.” My lips tilt into a half smile. “Let’s patch you up, yeah?”
don't you give up on me
don't you give up on me
'cause you're all i got
and time won't stop
don't you give up on me
'cause you're all i got
and time won't stop
