Temporary Peace (Day 5 post-fight // Amberly & Gala}
Mar 27, 2020 17:23:32 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Mar 27, 2020 17:23:32 GMT -5
It feels to be a mazing obstacle course that I discover myself still weaving through. With block after block of rattling bridges and ladders to new levels, I’m not quite sure where my feet are traveling me towards. There’s an odd hunger to track the purple Beast and finish the battle that’s been declared over already. There’s a slight temptation, at the tips of my toes, to retrieve back - as if to spark some new canons, or maybe to join the other careers, or perhaps simply to check that all that just happened was real… it all occurred so quickly. But my feet’s biggest desire seems to be purely traveling forward, further into the unknown.
One of the tree houses graces me in seclusion out of no where, as I slam the door behind me - and my back discovers one of it’s thin walls to sink against. True rest has hopefully finally graced me, if only for a longer moment then before. My stuff crumbles outwardly around me, as though animate objects begging for my break. And with solely the music of nearby animals, and a creek of running water off in the distances, a sigh accepts of the momentary isolation. Instantly my fingers begin searching through my supplies with an instinct to lick my wounds while the right opportunity presents itself - though my ears remain alert to any and all oncoming sounds.
With care I had folded his arms across his chest, laying the handle of his sword between his two hands. It felt to be a warrior’s position post death, a layout he deserved for the Panem to see before the claw came to take him away. But I sat beside him for as long as I felt necessary, for as long as I felt he needed. With shaking hands I repaired my split exterior beside him, refuting to be alone until I absolutely had to be. And now I sit, patching my skin with loneliness creeping down my spine… that is, until the sounds of another Tribute’s footsteps warn me of a visitor.
Automatically I’m breaking from my personal aiding, jumping to my feet with my sword at the ready. The one my eyes locked with not too long ago, the one who just lost her ally, the one with a stern face of history, appears in the doorframe. Her weapon is drawn, while her features aren’t marked with a desire for continuing the battle. Strength still radiates from her eyes, while exhaustion and temporary defeat does as well.
“Guess we both have had enough of this war for today?” I question only slightly rhetorically, before my weapon lowers first to illustrate my own lack of craving for more combat today. My head gives a single nod in gesture of peace. “I’m not looking for a friend in here-“ losing Alexander has been enough for me. “But you look as tired as I feel. There’s enough room for us both in here to get some rest.” Is offered with full truth being displayed before her. “That doesn’t mean I won’t slit your throat tomorrow though, so don’t get any ideas of having a Career’s sympathy now.” The full truth and nothing more.
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