was that hard enough for you? {sax/nora blitz}
Sept 28, 2015 21:26:25 GMT -5
Post by grim. on Sept 28, 2015 21:26:25 GMT -5
I.WAS.PROMISED.
Further more into this world of what seems to be meaningless. It was the day after my arrival in the Capitol, a night of sleep was impossible. The sensation of broiling liquid streaming down my back was soothing. It was the sort of relaxation that I had felt guilty for even imagining. But I deserved a break, there was nothing easy about what was ahead. All that I could see beneath the sight of my vision was that blood of a fallen child, the shrill of a howling soul. I leap from the shower, these thought making me sick to my stomach. A burst of last nights meal had found itself in the center of a ceramic bowl. I flush lever causing it to be carried away to who knows where.
I had found myself within the confined space of the training center's walls. An abundance of flailing children, scattered around the room. Most of which look as if they have something to prove, and other stand around seemingly afraid. I was going to be neither of those two, but by the end of this, I was going to have something worth sharing. I had to make something of myself in here, it was the only training I was going to have. The only moments I would get to fumble the fearful coming of my end. A girl stands a crossed the sparing floor, I can see the way she stares at me, it makes my skin itch. But I had to be firm, I don't falter my stare, she may be as nice as her smile tells.
I had found myself within the confined space of the training center's walls. An abundance of flailing children, scattered around the room. Most of which look as if they have something to prove, and other stand around seemingly afraid. I was going to be neither of those two, but by the end of this, I was going to have something worth sharing. I had to make something of myself in here, it was the only training I was going to have. The only moments I would get to fumble the fearful coming of my end. A girl stands a crossed the sparing floor, I can see the way she stares at me, it makes my skin itch. But I had to be firm, I don't falter my stare, she may be as nice as her smile tells.
S A X T O N.
