how quick the glamour fades [lux + tex]
Jun 22, 2022 12:22:27 GMT -5
Post by pogue on Jun 22, 2022 12:22:27 GMT -5
T E X
There's a forest that has sprung up against the skin of his arms, cuts and gashes carving a war path on his biceps and torso. There are flowers that blossom in its wake, bruises of purple and blue and green blooming underneath his flesh and reminding him of their presence each time he moves. Quinn Garner had hit as hard as her legacy had promised, his own swings too wide and grip too loose to be able to capitalize on the height he'd had on her. His own escort had sulked in the shadows as a result of it, muttering to herself about the difficulties of obtaining sponsors for people like himself and Tune, so hopeless in the face of their own demise.
Something sinister knots in his gut as he stands underneath the burning lights of the Training Center now, feeling the icy bite of the axe laced between his fingertips as he grasps it, held so tight that he can feel his own fading heartbeat pounding through his skin. His silence has been his greatest strength in a place like this, mystery dripping from the scars laced into his skin, nothing more than a shadow in the corner and a face not built to remember. Hopeless and forgotten he's watched the Career drive her sword into the training dummies for what's felt like hours now, catching the way her blade bounces the light as it swings again and again, until there's so much fake blood against the surface it blocks out the light completely.
Axe in hand and knuckles wrapped white around the hilt, he approaches his fellow tribute as if he was built to match, as if her shadow doesn't dwarf him and chill his bones underneath tissue paper skin. He gulps, swallows, stands in the wake of a Career with a skillset too large and an ego built to match. Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice reminds him that he has faced worse than her before, the winters of Twelves and the Summers too. "Bellisario." He says, and the name singes his tongue.
He holds out the axe like it's an offering she's never seen before, a weapon still so foreign in his grasp. 'Teach me a thing or two."
