tear you apart [darius & aelia]

Leon was long gone and she couldn’t help, but stare at the place she had seen him disappear. The cacti were like a sea of green, spiky plants, so in reality they were nothing like the sea at all. But they had that continuity and flow that reminded her of the few scant pictures she had seen of that green blue mass. It moved when she did, a new one popping up to fill in the spaces, only here and there did you see a gape, where the horizon was slightly more visible, and then it’d be swallowed up, just like the ocean when a wave hits. For a moment there is a spot of pure clarity then it come crashing down and it’s gone.

Charlie and Owen had moved ahead, scouting for trouble, checking to make sure there was no danger and that the other group of people they had run into were gone. They were leading the way not too far ahead of Aelia, their movements slow, knowing that she would very well struggle to keep up with them even at the pace they moved at now. With her extra injuries it was going to be that much harder. Aelia had followed; two steps in before stopping, realizing that Darius wasn’t there. She couldn’t hear his ramblings, or the unsteady movement of his gait; she couldn’t see him when she looked around her. She turned and moved back, wondering why the others had not called for him, nor helped him. But it hardly mattered in the end, she’d go and fetch him. Her allies wouldn’t wander too far ahead before they realized she was gone.

The sand clung to her legs, and she didn’t mind, she could pretend it was her dreams, clawing their way back up into her chest and towards her heart. That blonde girl from district four had destroyed them with a few words and then Leon had stepped in, moving in front of her, brining them back to life like a wilted flower crying for water.

He was sitting there, simply sitting there as though he had no care in the world. She hadn’t seen him much at all in the fight, but she hadn’t paid attention to anything that had happened. No one had died, she hadn’t seen anyone fall, she had only seen her own blood get spilled, she had only heard that District four girls voice, she had only heard Leon’s voice. All she had seen and heard was everything to do with her; it wasn’t until after the fight that she paid attention to the others. And even then she’d simply glanced at them, stuck in her own little world of pain and misery and that blossoming flower of joy.

Walking up towards him she plopped herself down not to far away from him. Her leg felt thankful for the pressure taken off of it, and her body sank into the ground, and she wondered if she had the energy to get up. Darius had her back turned to Aelia, she didn’t mind, instead she stared at the sand in front of her, one blood-covered hand playing with it, patterns forming beneath her fingers.

”You alright, Darius?”

Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,