claudii vinolentia {day seven}
Apr 23, 2017 10:54:10 GMT -5
Post by d4 tati pelotte [azalea] on Apr 23, 2017 10:54:10 GMT -5
WYLLA LYSANDER
We say our goodbyes, hearts on our sleeves but our eyes covered in an indestructible gloss. We go our separate ways, footsteps guided by the light within and not from each other, until we find ourselves looping away, pacing and pacing, until all Lucas, Riv and Eva become are obscured faces in my head.
That's fine, I think, because as long as they aren't in the sky, I'm happy.
Plodding along aimlessly, I crash to the ground under the weight of my stuff. The sky begins to fade from baby to royal blue and the gamesmakers put on a perfect illusion amid the darkness; the swaying fish and animals swim through the sky with no worries. Soft, free, weightless—I'm convinced that my starfish is out there somewhere.
I finish the tea collected from the party, swallowing every last drop. It tastes nice, as I expected, and it has a delicate taste that has a fruity essence at the end. The citrus stays on my tongue as I lie down and prepare myself for sleep.
I lie awake, staring up, mind fixed on the thought of thousands, millions of eyes crawling over my skin; they fester on my thoughts and feed on my emotions for entertainment. It doesn't bother me, it never has. After all, they are the people I can thank for keeping me alive when I get out of this place. They are the ones who are responsible for saving me and killing the others.
Mum never used to like watching the games. She'd tell me that it was an event that would turn my brain to mushy peas if my eyes were glued to it completely; I'd only catch snippets or the summary coverage at the end of a day. Mum was wrong though—people have done very well for themselves in the games through learning through the actions of tributes who have come and gone.
Pillar Fray from One last year showed the important of flames and how they can turn people to ash within an instant. I've learnt from the best that blood isn't something that is worthy of making you scream and shout and shout and scream and cry and moan and scream and shout, and shout and scream and scream and scream. I haven't done anything of those things since arriving in the Capitol; it's a personal victory.
I've got myself all under control, and it's great.
Eyes open, wide awake.
WOAHHhhh—it's all spinning. And there are rainbows, really pretty rainbows and the sky is falling down but somehow I'm not dying.
Am I dead?
I look down to my hands and—wait—I have a hoof and I pinch myself with it somehow but nothing changes. Okay, I think, not dead, that's good. That's great, woah, that's amazing.
This is cool; it feels like I'm falling through time but it also feels like I am suspended in an atmosphere of dreams that have been burst open. It's so bright, the Sun must be jealous, it's so bright and I love it. I'm not definitely not dead, not dead at all, I feel so alive. hehehehehe
Tick-tock, tick-tock, beat, beat, beat goes my heartbeat and it's speeding up so fast and I know that isn't a good thing but this is just beyond belief and hehehehehehe—I really like it. My eyes widen as I collect my things together. It's all changing and morphing and moving and I'm pretty sure that some lint just flew out of my bag.
I hope that lint has a nice life. A really nice one.
Everything slows down, tick-tock becomes tick. tock. and my feet feel heavier than the weight of the world. I push on through it; the sky bleeding blue and plummeting down around me. I'm almost certain I'm not dead, but if this is what death is like then I'm ready, this is cooler than anything I've ever seen or felt or hehehehehehehe.
I close my eyes and it all disappears, everything goes black. Is that meant to happen? It happens within a split second, instantaneously and faster than the speed of light. The darkness is super fast. What is the speed of the dark?
Huh, I don't know.
Humming as I potter along, a crooked smile twists onto my face. The tune is high and low, fast and slow all at the same time. It isn't like the songs that I've sung before, not anything like the ones at school, it feels... deeper. The humming comes from within, maybe it's my soul talking to me.
The sea creatures above me swirl and swirl and swirl and they are still so pretty. I wonder whether they will go to heaven when they die. That'd be fun, really fun.
"Wee woo wee woo wee woo."
I keep moving on. Things are appearing left, right and centre. Colours are crying and the ground is shaking. Time is still slower than what I can remember it to be, but I don't mind. I love this, hehehehehe, I wonder if Lucas, Riv and Eva know about this.
Two figures appear in the distance. They look like trees, actually—they look like marbles. Yes, that makes sense, maybe I've found the marbles I lost last night. They have arms though, and they are holding sharp things and I don't think these are marbles that I want to keep.
hehehehehe
I'm scared, but I don't entirely know what I'm scared of.
"Have you guys ever thought about it?" My head tilts and it feels like I'm going on a journey to the centre of myself.
The marbles stay silent.
"If I hit myself and it hurts... am I weak or am I strong?" My eyes widen.
That's fine, I think, because as long as they aren't in the sky, I'm happy.
Plodding along aimlessly, I crash to the ground under the weight of my stuff. The sky begins to fade from baby to royal blue and the gamesmakers put on a perfect illusion amid the darkness; the swaying fish and animals swim through the sky with no worries. Soft, free, weightless—I'm convinced that my starfish is out there somewhere.
I finish the tea collected from the party, swallowing every last drop. It tastes nice, as I expected, and it has a delicate taste that has a fruity essence at the end. The citrus stays on my tongue as I lie down and prepare myself for sleep.
I lie awake, staring up, mind fixed on the thought of thousands, millions of eyes crawling over my skin; they fester on my thoughts and feed on my emotions for entertainment. It doesn't bother me, it never has. After all, they are the people I can thank for keeping me alive when I get out of this place. They are the ones who are responsible for saving me and killing the others.
Mum never used to like watching the games. She'd tell me that it was an event that would turn my brain to mushy peas if my eyes were glued to it completely; I'd only catch snippets or the summary coverage at the end of a day. Mum was wrong though—people have done very well for themselves in the games through learning through the actions of tributes who have come and gone.
Pillar Fray from One last year showed the important of flames and how they can turn people to ash within an instant. I've learnt from the best that blood isn't something that is worthy of making you scream and shout and shout and scream and cry and moan and scream and shout, and shout and scream and scream and scream. I haven't done anything of those things since arriving in the Capitol; it's a personal victory.
I've got myself all under control, and it's great.
-
Eyes open, wide awake.
WOAHHhhh—it's all spinning. And there are rainbows, really pretty rainbows and the sky is falling down but somehow I'm not dying.
Am I dead?
I look down to my hands and—wait—I have a hoof and I pinch myself with it somehow but nothing changes. Okay, I think, not dead, that's good. That's great, woah, that's amazing.
This is cool; it feels like I'm falling through time but it also feels like I am suspended in an atmosphere of dreams that have been burst open. It's so bright, the Sun must be jealous, it's so bright and I love it. I'm not definitely not dead, not dead at all, I feel so alive. hehehehehe
Tick-tock, tick-tock, beat, beat, beat goes my heartbeat and it's speeding up so fast and I know that isn't a good thing but this is just beyond belief and hehehehehehe—I really like it. My eyes widen as I collect my things together. It's all changing and morphing and moving and I'm pretty sure that some lint just flew out of my bag.
I hope that lint has a nice life. A really nice one.
Everything slows down, tick-tock becomes tick. tock. and my feet feel heavier than the weight of the world. I push on through it; the sky bleeding blue and plummeting down around me. I'm almost certain I'm not dead, but if this is what death is like then I'm ready, this is cooler than anything I've ever seen or felt or hehehehehehehe.
I close my eyes and it all disappears, everything goes black. Is that meant to happen? It happens within a split second, instantaneously and faster than the speed of light. The darkness is super fast. What is the speed of the dark?
Huh, I don't know.
Humming as I potter along, a crooked smile twists onto my face. The tune is high and low, fast and slow all at the same time. It isn't like the songs that I've sung before, not anything like the ones at school, it feels... deeper. The humming comes from within, maybe it's my soul talking to me.
The sea creatures above me swirl and swirl and swirl and they are still so pretty. I wonder whether they will go to heaven when they die. That'd be fun, really fun.
"Wee woo wee woo wee woo."
I keep moving on. Things are appearing left, right and centre. Colours are crying and the ground is shaking. Time is still slower than what I can remember it to be, but I don't mind. I love this, hehehehehe, I wonder if Lucas, Riv and Eva know about this.
Two figures appear in the distance. They look like trees, actually—they look like marbles. Yes, that makes sense, maybe I've found the marbles I lost last night. They have arms though, and they are holding sharp things and I don't think these are marbles that I want to keep.
hehehehehe
I'm scared, but I don't entirely know what I'm scared of.
"Have you guys ever thought about it?" My head tilts and it feels like I'm going on a journey to the centre of myself.
The marbles stay silent.
"If I hit myself and it hurts... am I weak or am I strong?" My eyes widen.
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