picturesque :: kirito :: HG Museum

i a i n .

Silence echoes through the justice center until someone enters, and it's uncertain whether or not they'll approach the holographic museum or if they'll go on about their own way until -

Snap.

Iain buzzes to life, eyes darting around trying to figure out what's going on. Eleven games have finished since his name was called sentencing him to death. Now he rests beneath the earth as worms and other creatures pluck what remains of his badly decaying body. Hollow eyes rest on the face of his cousin, Kirito, the victor of the seventieth hunger games. He's older, wiser, yet he looks more broken than he did before, and in that moment, the invisible heart lingering inside the holographic chamber shatters.

Yet a smile spreads across his face. Iain is nothing more than the innocent child he was before entering the games because they weren't able to snatch it away from him. Speaking isn't easy when the words forming are so very foreign, but he knows he needs to say something, and why not make it something worthwhile?

"Kirito," A huge, toothy grin flashes across his face hoping to gain the attention of his cousin, "Hello, I hope you're well."

credit to rave <3