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A Heart's Collapse [Teddy!Oneshot]
Mar 8, 2018 22:37:39 GMT -5
Post by Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom] on Mar 8, 2018 22:37:39 GMT -5
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It's happening again.
There's a whisper of Star in his ear telling avoxes to distract him from the games. Like the sight of what was going on might set him off over the edge of no return. Secrets holding meanings in their world to hold him away from the two people he promised to not fuck up this time. Not like Ansel Khiev and Serena Fennel. How wrong had he been in a moment's notice without even warning. A silent hum rings in his ears as he tips back a bottle of wine that they brought him. A silent hum of everything around him shifting back in place reminding him of how much of a failure he truly was to them.
The opposite of what he went through in his own torture of a sunny island that many would have visited for comfort. No one knew the true danger of that damn island, except him. No one had to run from an eruption at the volcano's peak. No one had to watch friends being impaled by weapons as the red spills from them. No one had to be terrified of a giant bird that could peak at rocks. No one had to know what it was like to exhausted to a point of the heat making it hard to breath. A silent hum in his ear as he can see the white snow, cold to even look at on the screen.
I want to do my family proud.
Family. How could he do this again? How could he let it happen again? Panic fills his head as he sets down the bottle of wine next to him. Tiny tears threatening to escape, but he's tired of crying his feelings out. Fingers gently tapping to the photo of a man and son, both murderers, both dead. The past wasn't meant to come back like an eruption of fire down upon him. Ansel Khiev was dead and that's what the truth was. District Six was in shambles because of him and Ansel. Even the throne that Teddy didn't want to sit on didn't help fix Six's problems like he had wanted it to do. The past was still haunting him like a shadow that never left his skin.
Creeping up on him, the shadow strikes with his emotions. The sudden meeting with Cub flashing through his head. A ghost of the past that sticks to his skin as eyes can match the pain that his old friend carries because things change. Everything changes with an eruption of reality that never seems to stop anymore. Cub wasn't looking good at all from how he remembered they were when children used to play games along the street. His own naive eyes hollowed to a sickening silence of thought and caution. Day to day, they were always on his mind, but on this day, everything crashed into a scene of Six's heartbreak.
you're probably putting your faith in the wrong person.
A corpse lays on the screen, not moving with red that stains the snow. A face of a little girl who was going to be a big sister. A family back home that couldn't afford the finer things in life like she had said. Asking Mr. Teddy Ursa to help her win like it was as simple as that. As simple as asking a question that could be answered, but nothing was simple anymore. Everything was complex with a series of underlying emotions that break in his chest with a shattering of light for the shadow to come to him.
I'm sorry, Ansel. This is your fight, not mine.
Ansel's eyes flash across his screen, but it's not him. Another male who carried secrets of violence on his shoulders. The words ring in his ears like they had been said over and over to him again and again. "Why give your heart to a home, when there's a kingdom that awaits you?" A kingdom with a throne and a crown, like it mattered to anyone else. Riches, fame, but Aeson didn't know what came with the crown. Didn't know the nightmares of the past that lurks beneath the gold. A sigh leaves his throat as he can feel the sour taste in his throat stay. Villains, victims, victors, everything seemed to start with a v just like the word victory, but victory didn't mean problems would be solved, especially not in a game where the only winner was pain.
"Home is where the heart is, but your heart isn't in Six. It's in murder."
Vesper's words from before hits him hard. Six is where hearts lie, but someone like Aeson didn't have a heart to carry with him. A hollowness that even Teddy could see at just a glance, reminding him of Lux's dead eyes staring back at him. There's hope for the male, but even now, Teddy was losing it. Losing it for the male from Six that made his blood boil and all he wanted to do was punch a wall out of anger, but none of that worked for him. A sigh of calming nature falls from his throat, but there's a sound of an avox entering the room. Silence as he lets the screen run over and over again of Vesper Daisy's death like it would finally make him able to move on.
Over and over, words are shared and Aeson stabs Vesper in the stomach like he had done to Ree. An intensity in the male's eyes of the lack of care for her. Jealousy was ringing in his mind as he could see it on the male's skin easily. There's a distaste for the unholy man from the first moment Teddy met him, but even he could be nice to him. This was his fault. Teddy's the reason Vesper Daisy died just like Serena Fennel had. A silent hum in his ears as he can hear Star enter the room once again with a gentle hand and a calming voice. No words fall from his lips, instead he gets up.
The screen shuts off to the eyes of Vesper Daisy staring back at him.
It's all his fault.
Morning rises like it had any other morning before.
Sunshine in the window of the room that they let him stay in. The pounding in his head rings out with the sound of shuffling feet from outside his door. A groan echoes from his lips as he can see an empty bottle or two of wine by his bedside. A note with some sort of pill on it staring back at him with the need to take it. Like it was going to disrupt the pounding of his head, but he just tosses the note in the waste without thinking.
It's his fault, he deserved this pain.
Climbing out of bed, tossing on the graphic tee of a koala that someone in the capitol had given him. Eyes drifting with lack of sleep as he moves out of his room and to where Star waited, probably ready to grill into him about not watching the games as she remembered what happened when Ansel had done the same. The photograph still on his nightstand where it wouldn't remind him of what had happened. Star's got the screen on with the games playing, daring to watch the madness happen of the next day.
As he appears in the room, Star's already looking up at him with her hand going for the remote. Words upon her lips threatening to not break him. "Theodore! I'm turning it off, look away." A sigh falls from his lips as he moves to the couch and moves next to her, grabbing the remote, tossing it behind him without a care. Farther away it is, the more time he has to watch the screen. He speaks up now with a fake voice that he's fine. When in reality, Teddy Ursa hasn't been fine since before Ma had died.
"It's okay, I can handle it."
A silence that washes over the two of them as both stare for a moment in a quiet battle of wits and she's trying to read him again. A roll of the eyes and he leans back, staring at the screen once again as his heart hammered once again. Ingran's on the screen once again and Teddy's heart stops. How was the 75th District Six volunteer still alive? He wasn't going to ask, but he watched as Ingran gave Aeson a hard fought fight. Deep down, Teddy felt his heart beat in worry for Aeson, but his mind kept telling him to not. Aeson was a ruthless man who had killed his own district partner the day before. Secretly, Teddy wished Ingran had been more ruthless than that.
Ruthless enough to show Aeson what pain Teddy was feeling back home.
A flash as camera's switch to Violet where a body already lays, dead. The skull crushed in on itself, but he can see them. The face. The eyes. The body. The wounds. The clear resemblance to Ansel Khiev. The photograph lays still in his bedroom like it was the only piece of Ansel left, but here he was. Watching as Violet stands still, with the body of Ansel Khiev dead once again. Not even a fight put up, just death like the dead should remain. A sigh of peace comes from his throat. Hands still clenched on the arm of the couch. Ansel Khiev came back for a moment, just to be crushed by another Salazar.
Jacinta must be proud.
Or she was breaking.
He didn't blame her for either of those things.
Once again, he stops with fear claiming his form. Trees that bend in directions unknown as he can see the form of Lux Pelotte moving towards the female from ten. Heart beat rises as he can remember her vicious tone. Eyes that carry the ruthlessness that a true career has. A silence echoes in the room as everything stops around him. Star doesn't dare move. Avoxes rush to avoid the main area as he stares at the screen. She was meant to be dead. She was meant to be dead so he could live carrying her. There's a moment and all he can hear is Lux's sister's voice in his ears once again.
"Karma will be your collapse, Teddy Ursa."
Karma will be his collapse. The collapsing of himself was already in progress, but watching Lux move like she once had with him. Ski pole in hand like he had done to her. Heartbeats echoing in his ears as he turns away to get up and hide away, but there's an arm on his shoulder. Tears already welling up and he can't watch Lux Pelotte die for a second time. Feet take him running. Running to somewhere, anywhere, but there. Everything's collapsing, but he's still running. No idea of where he was going, but there's an echo if Teddy in the distance as he takes in shallow breaths and tears. Panic across his face as he calms himself the best that he can.
The photograph lays upon the nightstand.
The two bottles lay upon the floor.
Teddy Ursa lays in the bed as he tries to breath away the memory of the pain.
It's been two years, but he still can't get a grip to stop falling into a pit of despair.
All of it was his fault.
Vesper. Aeson. Ansel. Serena. Lux.
The collapse comes.
There's a whisper of Star in his ear telling avoxes to distract him from the games. Like the sight of what was going on might set him off over the edge of no return. Secrets holding meanings in their world to hold him away from the two people he promised to not fuck up this time. Not like Ansel Khiev and Serena Fennel. How wrong had he been in a moment's notice without even warning. A silent hum rings in his ears as he tips back a bottle of wine that they brought him. A silent hum of everything around him shifting back in place reminding him of how much of a failure he truly was to them.
The opposite of what he went through in his own torture of a sunny island that many would have visited for comfort. No one knew the true danger of that damn island, except him. No one had to run from an eruption at the volcano's peak. No one had to watch friends being impaled by weapons as the red spills from them. No one had to be terrified of a giant bird that could peak at rocks. No one had to know what it was like to exhausted to a point of the heat making it hard to breath. A silent hum in his ear as he can see the white snow, cold to even look at on the screen.
I want to do my family proud.
Family. How could he do this again? How could he let it happen again? Panic fills his head as he sets down the bottle of wine next to him. Tiny tears threatening to escape, but he's tired of crying his feelings out. Fingers gently tapping to the photo of a man and son, both murderers, both dead. The past wasn't meant to come back like an eruption of fire down upon him. Ansel Khiev was dead and that's what the truth was. District Six was in shambles because of him and Ansel. Even the throne that Teddy didn't want to sit on didn't help fix Six's problems like he had wanted it to do. The past was still haunting him like a shadow that never left his skin.
Creeping up on him, the shadow strikes with his emotions. The sudden meeting with Cub flashing through his head. A ghost of the past that sticks to his skin as eyes can match the pain that his old friend carries because things change. Everything changes with an eruption of reality that never seems to stop anymore. Cub wasn't looking good at all from how he remembered they were when children used to play games along the street. His own naive eyes hollowed to a sickening silence of thought and caution. Day to day, they were always on his mind, but on this day, everything crashed into a scene of Six's heartbreak.
you're probably putting your faith in the wrong person.
A corpse lays on the screen, not moving with red that stains the snow. A face of a little girl who was going to be a big sister. A family back home that couldn't afford the finer things in life like she had said. Asking Mr. Teddy Ursa to help her win like it was as simple as that. As simple as asking a question that could be answered, but nothing was simple anymore. Everything was complex with a series of underlying emotions that break in his chest with a shattering of light for the shadow to come to him.
I'm sorry, Ansel. This is your fight, not mine.
Ansel's eyes flash across his screen, but it's not him. Another male who carried secrets of violence on his shoulders. The words ring in his ears like they had been said over and over to him again and again. "Why give your heart to a home, when there's a kingdom that awaits you?" A kingdom with a throne and a crown, like it mattered to anyone else. Riches, fame, but Aeson didn't know what came with the crown. Didn't know the nightmares of the past that lurks beneath the gold. A sigh leaves his throat as he can feel the sour taste in his throat stay. Villains, victims, victors, everything seemed to start with a v just like the word victory, but victory didn't mean problems would be solved, especially not in a game where the only winner was pain.
"Home is where the heart is, but your heart isn't in Six. It's in murder."
Vesper's words from before hits him hard. Six is where hearts lie, but someone like Aeson didn't have a heart to carry with him. A hollowness that even Teddy could see at just a glance, reminding him of Lux's dead eyes staring back at him. There's hope for the male, but even now, Teddy was losing it. Losing it for the male from Six that made his blood boil and all he wanted to do was punch a wall out of anger, but none of that worked for him. A sigh of calming nature falls from his throat, but there's a sound of an avox entering the room. Silence as he lets the screen run over and over again of Vesper Daisy's death like it would finally make him able to move on.
Over and over, words are shared and Aeson stabs Vesper in the stomach like he had done to Ree. An intensity in the male's eyes of the lack of care for her. Jealousy was ringing in his mind as he could see it on the male's skin easily. There's a distaste for the unholy man from the first moment Teddy met him, but even he could be nice to him. This was his fault. Teddy's the reason Vesper Daisy died just like Serena Fennel had. A silent hum in his ears as he can hear Star enter the room once again with a gentle hand and a calming voice. No words fall from his lips, instead he gets up.
The screen shuts off to the eyes of Vesper Daisy staring back at him.
It's all his fault.
Morning rises like it had any other morning before.
Sunshine in the window of the room that they let him stay in. The pounding in his head rings out with the sound of shuffling feet from outside his door. A groan echoes from his lips as he can see an empty bottle or two of wine by his bedside. A note with some sort of pill on it staring back at him with the need to take it. Like it was going to disrupt the pounding of his head, but he just tosses the note in the waste without thinking.
It's his fault, he deserved this pain.
Climbing out of bed, tossing on the graphic tee of a koala that someone in the capitol had given him. Eyes drifting with lack of sleep as he moves out of his room and to where Star waited, probably ready to grill into him about not watching the games as she remembered what happened when Ansel had done the same. The photograph still on his nightstand where it wouldn't remind him of what had happened. Star's got the screen on with the games playing, daring to watch the madness happen of the next day.
As he appears in the room, Star's already looking up at him with her hand going for the remote. Words upon her lips threatening to not break him. "Theodore! I'm turning it off, look away." A sigh falls from his lips as he moves to the couch and moves next to her, grabbing the remote, tossing it behind him without a care. Farther away it is, the more time he has to watch the screen. He speaks up now with a fake voice that he's fine. When in reality, Teddy Ursa hasn't been fine since before Ma had died.
"It's okay, I can handle it."
A silence that washes over the two of them as both stare for a moment in a quiet battle of wits and she's trying to read him again. A roll of the eyes and he leans back, staring at the screen once again as his heart hammered once again. Ingran's on the screen once again and Teddy's heart stops. How was the 75th District Six volunteer still alive? He wasn't going to ask, but he watched as Ingran gave Aeson a hard fought fight. Deep down, Teddy felt his heart beat in worry for Aeson, but his mind kept telling him to not. Aeson was a ruthless man who had killed his own district partner the day before. Secretly, Teddy wished Ingran had been more ruthless than that.
Ruthless enough to show Aeson what pain Teddy was feeling back home.
A flash as camera's switch to Violet where a body already lays, dead. The skull crushed in on itself, but he can see them. The face. The eyes. The body. The wounds. The clear resemblance to Ansel Khiev. The photograph lays still in his bedroom like it was the only piece of Ansel left, but here he was. Watching as Violet stands still, with the body of Ansel Khiev dead once again. Not even a fight put up, just death like the dead should remain. A sigh of peace comes from his throat. Hands still clenched on the arm of the couch. Ansel Khiev came back for a moment, just to be crushed by another Salazar.
Jacinta must be proud.
Or she was breaking.
He didn't blame her for either of those things.
Once again, he stops with fear claiming his form. Trees that bend in directions unknown as he can see the form of Lux Pelotte moving towards the female from ten. Heart beat rises as he can remember her vicious tone. Eyes that carry the ruthlessness that a true career has. A silence echoes in the room as everything stops around him. Star doesn't dare move. Avoxes rush to avoid the main area as he stares at the screen. She was meant to be dead. She was meant to be dead so he could live carrying her. There's a moment and all he can hear is Lux's sister's voice in his ears once again.
"Karma will be your collapse, Teddy Ursa."
Karma will be his collapse. The collapsing of himself was already in progress, but watching Lux move like she once had with him. Ski pole in hand like he had done to her. Heartbeats echoing in his ears as he turns away to get up and hide away, but there's an arm on his shoulder. Tears already welling up and he can't watch Lux Pelotte die for a second time. Feet take him running. Running to somewhere, anywhere, but there. Everything's collapsing, but he's still running. No idea of where he was going, but there's an echo if Teddy in the distance as he takes in shallow breaths and tears. Panic across his face as he calms himself the best that he can.
The photograph lays upon the nightstand.
The two bottles lay upon the floor.
Teddy Ursa lays in the bed as he tries to breath away the memory of the pain.
It's been two years, but he still can't get a grip to stop falling into a pit of despair.
All of it was his fault.
Vesper. Aeson. Ansel. Serena. Lux.
The collapse comes.
