love that keeps fueling me [ i&m day 2 fight ]
Feb 28, 2015 13:55:10 GMT -5
Post by hesper hart 🐺 d9f on Feb 28, 2015 13:55:10 GMT -5
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I heard her voice in my dreams. "Stop! Stop; go! Just go, Lex!" I'd imagined waking up with someone beside me - I had woken up with people beside me and almost every time they're smiling, warmth in the curve of their lips as they moved towards me and I to them so we might reignite the fires we started in the hours before. It would be good - not perfect, but good. Without a doubt opening my eyes in the middle of the night to Hedvig looking down over me with the Capitol's anthem blaring in the background was not at all what I imagined our first night to be. "Get Margaret; go! This is my fight just- Go!" Then, I had no idea what I was doing; racing away from her to Mara seemed like the only viable option with her blazing furious eyes fixed on mine for an eternal moment before our locked gazes broke to her wild, vicious scream. There was no bone in my body, no cell that I was not made of that would have done it all just the same. I wanted to save her. I wanted to save her. I wanted to save her. In the aftermath of the day I remembered in flashes that I'd taken a life for my own. District Twelve. Kolton... Enim. My knife buried itself into his flesh in the peak of my anger, and he'd fallen like a loose-limbed puppet without strings - it makes me wonder if she'd fallen just the same. When she told me to run, I did not look back. When he fell, I did not look twice. But in the night I saw them anyway. Margaret helped. Margaret took away the heavier thoughts in my mind with her mystery ("It's just Margaret."), with her silent support and her constant presence at my side, keeping us both warm. Keeping us both strong. "It's cold," I said, but it could be to myself as much as it was to her. Her response was mumbled somewhere into my shoulder, and could range from anything between a noncommittal sound of agreement to, "Just like your heart." Knowing her, it was probably the latter. I smiled. "Yeah, you too." It was hard to lift myself away from our shared warmth but I had to - we had no choice. The conditions we reside in would bury us with great glee if we did not move - if we stayed we would surely die. I reluctantly shook Margaret so she rose, and after a brief pause we were on our way. We trekked onwards to nowhere, braving cold and wind, working for every step through deep-footed snow. For a while Mara spoke to me, wondering where the others had gone - maybe wondering if we would run into them at all. I didn't know how to respond, so I kept my silence. I could not tell her a lie I did not fully believe myself. It was just as well that we fell into a steady quiet because our silence and steady crunch, crunch of the snow beneath our feet only amplified the sound of an approach that did not belong to us. It's not solely from anger that I struck. //attacks GULPER #1 tewDh3Alaxe 11158 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage Accuracy reroll axe 11053 -- Deep Gash on Cheek -- 8.5 damage |
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