twins for flinching {tom} bensta-blitz
Jul 11, 2017 21:47:04 GMT -5
Post by MATTIO on Jul 11, 2017 21:47:04 GMT -5
royce benstaloe
He flinched when one of the girls threw a punch at poor Rory Benstaloe. She missed, but it still made Royce jump, bumping into the guy standing beside him.
”That’s gonna be two for flinchin’, kid.”
The man was older, but he nudged Royce hard with his elbow twice. He tried to laugh, to play it off like it was no big deal, but he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with a stranger touching him. Even for just a joke.
Being sensitive, cautious, and easily frightened should not have given someone a right to violate his personal space. Surely that was the sensitivity talking.
The bloodbath had died down, and the crowds surrounding newly-elected Mace Emberstatt’s District Ten’s Square dispersed to go back to their daily lives. Royce was one of the last there, not out of attachment, but out of a side-tracked line of thought. It was only a matter of time before another grave laid in the yard, marking another Benstaloe’s death to the games.
Don’t think like that.. Royce.. you’re being a-
”Kid.”
The same voice from before startled him again.
Two more hard punches to his shoulder were going to bruise overnight.
”Sorry, just didn’t know if ya fell asleep standin’ up er somethin’. Shows over.”
Royce took the man’s hint and went home, walking up the creeking steps and passing through the wood-floored hallway.
When he arrived in his room and shut the door, then moved to his bed.
You’re a fucking pessimist, Royce. Think positive, think like-
The door opened again with no hesitation and Royce flinched for the third time.
If he had a boost of confidence for every time he shook that day from a spooking sight, he’d almost be as cocky as the person who entered.
”Hey there, Ranger.”
”That’s gonna be two for flinchin’, kid.”
The man was older, but he nudged Royce hard with his elbow twice. He tried to laugh, to play it off like it was no big deal, but he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with a stranger touching him. Even for just a joke.
Being sensitive, cautious, and easily frightened should not have given someone a right to violate his personal space. Surely that was the sensitivity talking.
The bloodbath had died down, and the crowds surrounding newly-elected Mace Emberstatt’s District Ten’s Square dispersed to go back to their daily lives. Royce was one of the last there, not out of attachment, but out of a side-tracked line of thought. It was only a matter of time before another grave laid in the yard, marking another Benstaloe’s death to the games.
Don’t think like that.. Royce.. you’re being a-
”Kid.”
The same voice from before startled him again.
Two more hard punches to his shoulder were going to bruise overnight.
”Sorry, just didn’t know if ya fell asleep standin’ up er somethin’. Shows over.”
Royce took the man’s hint and went home, walking up the creeking steps and passing through the wood-floored hallway.
When he arrived in his room and shut the door, then moved to his bed.
You’re a fucking pessimist, Royce. Think positive, think like-
The door opened again with no hesitation and Royce flinched for the third time.
If he had a boost of confidence for every time he shook that day from a spooking sight, he’d almost be as cocky as the person who entered.
”Hey there, Ranger.”
