Daniel in Distress (Arctic) Blitz

It was almost like he was with Blanche again, her in his space as she fell asleep onto him and they would be safe. It was almost like he was at home, where he didn’t have to worry about every single thing he saw would be another weapon that they could use against him. Except, he wasn’t at home. He wasn’t with Blanche and he definitely had to worry about everything being a weapon against him. It was an obvious factor and one that will always remain like the existence of the silver moon and it’s white accomplices the stars.

That day, he had spent his time inside of the cafeteria in which not many people trusted with their time. They were too busy training their lives away when the main part of ‘lives away’ was completely accurate. Only one person could escape that hell alive, only one. Not two, not three. Just one, because if there is one thing in life people must learn, it’s that anything you do in Panem is a fight. It’s a test to see how they’ll survive after this hell ends because it’s never ends once that train has started. Once you’ve boarded that train going home as a victor, people normally think that the struggles would be over. But, it’s quite obvious that the struggle never ends. They always have to return to this home where their nightmares had been cultivated from and the escape from it is rare.

The male from District Five, Minos, lays sound asleep in Daniel’s lap for an unknown reason and for an unwanted first greeting. He had already seen of him the night of spin the bottle and such but never really got the chance to meet him. Minos had walked into the cafeteria that day and the droopiness of his eyelids seemed almost hypnotizing in the form that Daniel wanted to just escort him off to the dude’s tribute suite so he can rest.

Minos walked over to Daniel’s table, it seems barely keeping himself awake and it was soon when the male from five had fallen asleep in his lap. It felt a bit awkward. But he didn’t want to wake him up- it was obvious the tribute was low on sleep. The male didn’t want to ruin it for him. Though, he preferred if the other wasn’t exactly resting his head on the area he was sleeping on (if people thought about it, he’d assume they wouldn’t want a stranger sleeping on that either). He tried to move on back to move the other’s head further away from the center of it all. There wasn’t much to do besides that, so, being the person he was- he kept quiet.

table inspired by rook