But You Want The Moon {Rena/Za-Za} JB Thread

The rapid thumping of my heart unpredictably alarms me of something… I actually pertain a heart. This is quite interesting information. A frown doesn’t creese my luscious lips however, nor does a smile though. The recent news of my Girlfriend being the next District One Tribute is a difficult fact to swallow. A chance to protect her lingered within my grasp, but I did not capture it as my unexpected nature was calling for me to do. She wouldn’t desire me to. Does following her wishes craft me as a loyal Girlfriend? Or a terrible one for not safeguarding her anyways?

Diligent feet carry me to where I must go - drawing me to her like the powerful pull of an intense magnet. People instinctively clear my path, as though it’s being carved by the ghost of my half-sister Rhyme. I never did get to visit her within the vast Justice Building that I’m heading towards now. At the time I wasn’t aware of the shared blood that reigned through our veins; not that i’d truly care with that information anyways. Even as a nearly identical face to my own took to the stage years ago, I couldn’t compute that are genes were alike. It wasn’t until Kirito visited during the Victory Tour, & I was directed to the deceased’s family’s stage, that I finally registered the relation. Still not an ounce of sympathy mourned the grave of Rhyme Morales, purely hate did and does.

For once concern over a new Tribute nauseated my interior. And as I pass her departing family through the halls, sorrow expressions ruling their features, a frown finally curves the edges of my lips - not for long though. Fear will not be directed towards the One I’m here to visit. Strength will radiate from me, and absorb into her own skin. This may be a journey to our Goodbyes, but it will not be of our last… she is not allowed to do that to me.

The door groans as I open it, alerting of my presence. “Rena?” Her alluring voice wonders before our faces can finally meet.

“Well I hope you’re not expecting your other Girlfriend…” Sarcasm teases her, knowing very well we’d never betray one another. A grin discovers it’s rightful place across my cheeks, as I stare at her for as long as I’m permitted. “I slaughtered her on my way over here. No chance in hell I’m sharing a future Victor with another bitch.” The jokes continue smoothly, as my legs close the distance between us.

Gently my arms collapse upon her shoulders, and my lips collide with her’s for a moment. “Now please tell me we’re going to avoid all the sappy shit? Of course I’ll be there for your family, blah blah blah. But no promising me you’ll try to make it back. Don’t promise me anything. Just make it back, okay?” Nearly demands from my tongue, as a cheesy smirk replaces the one I held prior.

Agreement licks across Za-za’s words, sparking a wider grin across my lips. It’s surely going to be difficult managing weeks without her by my side. Countless of bitches will probably tempt me to lose the relaxed persona Za-za ignites from me, but I’ll attempt to maintain her influence in her absence. And fortunately I’ll have a constant view of her within a projection, until she returns to me. She states confidence that fear won’t envelope me from watching such, as if fear has never plagued me before… It surely hasn’t, well except one time - the night we first met.

That moment her beauty first graced my eyes, nerves did spark within my overly-cocky core. Never before had another provoked angst within me. But when an urge drew on my lips to kiss her, over a year ago, anxiety did actually riddle me. Will she engulf me in that panic again, when I’m forced to witness her claw through hell? With everything inside of me, I will do my best to remain strong for her. I will always be her girl, her badass.

To distract myself from thoughts on what the future pertains, my fingers fiddle with the necklace that’s never before left my chest. She claims that she’ll see me afterwards, and it’s as though that sentence is ticking away the moment we have together. “You sure will. But I’m not leaving until those Keepers say I have to.” And with that insistence, my fingertips begin messing with the clasp of my precious piece of jewelry.

It feels as though the lock will never budge, from years of prevailing the same spot. Even within the shower I never dared to take it off. And when it didn’t match with my outfits, I’d simply layered it beneath other flashy pendants. But now was the time that I had to remove it, and gift it to someone else… someone even more valued to me then this necklace is.

Finally it accepts release from around my neck, and lingers within my closed palm - as if debating if I should truly do this. But she’s worth it, I know that now. And with that, I softly place it within her hand. “It was the first thing I ever stole. I was eight at the time.” I share with her, in more ways then one. “It’s kept me lucky so far. I know it’ll do the same for you.” Is somewhat told to the necklace as well, as if demanding for the inanimate object to fulfill my desire of keeping Za-za safe.

Our time is surely dwindling, and not craving to waste a minute of it - my lips command to unite with her’s once more. The need to get emotional taunts at my newly discovered heart, though I refute for it to travel any further throughout my body. There may be terror of this being our final embrace, but it’s definitely not a guarantee. She’s not allowed to break the organ I only just realized I contain, and she won’t.