Tempus Edax Rerums [Saturn/Ben JB]
Feb 11, 2019 1:18:15 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2019 1:18:15 GMT -5
- Saturn RhoDon -
I am starting to see stars and moons
(it's an awful sham, but I follow suit)
This is how it ends, a courageous boom
(it's an awful sham, but I follow suit)
This is how it ends, a courageous boom
His foot won’t stop shaking.
Saturn sits, hands clasped together, seated in a leather chair in a tiny room whose only decorations are a picture of the mayor and a small table with a set of roses in a vase. His sneaker thumps against the hardwood floor as he turns over the reality that is his future – a train ride to the capitol, a set of lessons on death and dying (how to kill), and being shot out of a cannon into the heart of the hunger games. He is not thirty minutes into his journey and already starting to wonder about his own mettle, and the choice that he’s made. Surely there would’ve been a boy to raise their hands if he’d shown any more hesitation?
There’d been his family, a whirlwind of faces and noise, tears from his youngest brother and sister, his mother, a stolid handshake from his father. Words that would be lost to time, no more clear than that they wanted him to come home, a phrase he was certain had been said so many times in this room that they had lost all meaning. He’d wished that they’d said anything else – tell him not to be an idiot, that he should’ve been home that morning and by stroke of some sort of fate, his name would not have been pulled from the glass – but the sentiments are all that he could expect, and so they drift out of him as easy as the wind against the window.
He stands to stare out into the square, at the gray and gold of the buildings lining the street. He has never been fond of this part of the district but wants to take in every last portion he can see, his face pressed up against the glass. His breath starts to fog the window when he realizes just how he smells – having not brushed his teeth, his clothes still reeking of sweat and alcohol, and his hair flat and slicked back.
It is the knock at his door – that he does not realize that he’ll have any sort of visitors at all. Someone, or something that could interrupt his nerves is only welcome. He turns and stares at the boy who comes through the door. Saturn smiles, and brings a hand to his mouth, then claps his hands together. Benito – Ben, or Benny as he has taken to calling them in their training sessions. Hot damn.
“Ben, oh god, you don’t know what it means to see you.” He’s fast, his arms enveloping the skinnier boy in a hug, bringing the both of their bodies close. “I didn’t think I’d see you…” Ever again, he stops himself short of saying. “I’m so glad you came. Even with the shitty circumstances.”
Saturn sits, hands clasped together, seated in a leather chair in a tiny room whose only decorations are a picture of the mayor and a small table with a set of roses in a vase. His sneaker thumps against the hardwood floor as he turns over the reality that is his future – a train ride to the capitol, a set of lessons on death and dying (how to kill), and being shot out of a cannon into the heart of the hunger games. He is not thirty minutes into his journey and already starting to wonder about his own mettle, and the choice that he’s made. Surely there would’ve been a boy to raise their hands if he’d shown any more hesitation?
There’d been his family, a whirlwind of faces and noise, tears from his youngest brother and sister, his mother, a stolid handshake from his father. Words that would be lost to time, no more clear than that they wanted him to come home, a phrase he was certain had been said so many times in this room that they had lost all meaning. He’d wished that they’d said anything else – tell him not to be an idiot, that he should’ve been home that morning and by stroke of some sort of fate, his name would not have been pulled from the glass – but the sentiments are all that he could expect, and so they drift out of him as easy as the wind against the window.
He stands to stare out into the square, at the gray and gold of the buildings lining the street. He has never been fond of this part of the district but wants to take in every last portion he can see, his face pressed up against the glass. His breath starts to fog the window when he realizes just how he smells – having not brushed his teeth, his clothes still reeking of sweat and alcohol, and his hair flat and slicked back.
It is the knock at his door – that he does not realize that he’ll have any sort of visitors at all. Someone, or something that could interrupt his nerves is only welcome. He turns and stares at the boy who comes through the door. Saturn smiles, and brings a hand to his mouth, then claps his hands together. Benito – Ben, or Benny as he has taken to calling them in their training sessions. Hot damn.
“Ben, oh god, you don’t know what it means to see you.” He’s fast, his arms enveloping the skinnier boy in a hug, bringing the both of their bodies close. “I didn’t think I’d see you…” Ever again, he stops himself short of saying. “I’m so glad you came. Even with the shitty circumstances.”
*Star & Moons, Dizzy
