uncurling lifelines . raf / bowie
Mar 3, 2022 14:48:22 GMT -5
Post by pogue on Mar 3, 2022 14:48:22 GMT -5
He swipes sweat off his brow as he reads through the manual, dust and dirt coating his skin and leaving a thumbprint on each page he flips through. "Fuckin' hell-" He starts, cuss words trailing off into the void as he peers into the veins of wires and steel of the mech before him. "Shit is way too complicated." He grumbles, glancing back and forth from the manual to the metallic coffin above him, sitting in the wake of the shadow it casts.
He'd separated himself from his group, wandered into the sunset like some sort of coward dressed as a hero, eyes kept peeled on Isaac and Kareem as he'd worked. He sees the reflection before he hears him, watches a body come into view in the dust and the dirt before he turns towards him.
"thuh snake charmer..."
It comes as a growl, slipping from his lips and dropping into the dead air that has a chokehold on him. Humidity blurs Rafael's body as the boy walks forwards towards him, bending and distorting his image until it's like he's watching a walking nightmare.
In some ways, he feels like he is.
Good memories of bad decisions split into his mind when he looks at his fellow tribute, neon lights dancing on the ceiling and smoke hanging between lips and bedsheets draped against skin. Whiplash Gamble has never been good at making the right choices, partially because no one had ever had the heart to teach him much right from wrong, and partially because teenage invincibility assured him no matter what he'd make it out alive. When he blinks, he see's a pulsing flash of Isaac smashing in that girl's skull, pink and red brain matter smeared on his hands like a bloody canvas. It's humbling, in a deadly way.
He keeps his knife in hand when he speaks, tightens his grip as he pushes a glob of spit through his lips, staining the ground below with red and white.
"Whadja want, Salazar?"
He'd separated himself from his group, wandered into the sunset like some sort of coward dressed as a hero, eyes kept peeled on Isaac and Kareem as he'd worked. He sees the reflection before he hears him, watches a body come into view in the dust and the dirt before he turns towards him.
"thuh snake charmer..."
It comes as a growl, slipping from his lips and dropping into the dead air that has a chokehold on him. Humidity blurs Rafael's body as the boy walks forwards towards him, bending and distorting his image until it's like he's watching a walking nightmare.
In some ways, he feels like he is.
Good memories of bad decisions split into his mind when he looks at his fellow tribute, neon lights dancing on the ceiling and smoke hanging between lips and bedsheets draped against skin. Whiplash Gamble has never been good at making the right choices, partially because no one had ever had the heart to teach him much right from wrong, and partially because teenage invincibility assured him no matter what he'd make it out alive. When he blinks, he see's a pulsing flash of Isaac smashing in that girl's skull, pink and red brain matter smeared on his hands like a bloody canvas. It's humbling, in a deadly way.
He keeps his knife in hand when he speaks, tightens his grip as he pushes a glob of spit through his lips, staining the ground below with red and white.
"Whadja want, Salazar?"
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