eternity & a day — bog boys v marauders, day 3

Splattered ink splinters the pages of reality and fiction; depictions of death swirling in a script meant for Dyno Moreno's eyes. Burning pages of a story he's always wanted to join; swirls of death's beauty and grace written right in front of him. Metal to heart, crimson to silver, and predator to prey. The light is fading; ever so slowly, but he can still see her fire; the flame of life still flickering hotter and hotter. Yael Damaris is burning up; imploding as if she could explode and take him with her, but he's already pulling away. Hoping to stop the fire, to starve the flame with his own two hands. Only she grabs his grip, pulls him closer. An electric shock to the system; flickering with crackles to the air as he's still smiling with the darkest feeling in his heart.

All he can see is the death behind her eyes, the flickering light of life.

The tension in his hand fills with a desire to write out his perceptions. Jot down the way Yael's eyes still burn with life. Swirl the ink of the crimson wound into detail. Spell out the feeling deep in his stomach; swallowing him whole. Heart replaced by the enjoyment of taking and taking. A villain in someone else's story. Isn't that his dream? Always loving the villains in stories and wanting to see one succeed. Sickening is what people would call him, but he loves everything about a simple moment. The day when people see someone different before them. A trick of the eye to most, but underneath the skin, everyone knows who he is. A career who's trained to kill; born to take the crown for himself. Obsessive to a fault. Observant of all the pieces of a puzzle being put together and splattering ink across the picture to make it become his own.

The katana burns hot with blood; dripping from a wound large enough to kill most people. Except, Yael Damaris isn't most people. She's a killer like him. A survivor unlike him. A dying girl who's sharp enough to cut deep, but he's always loved plot twists. "Dyno –" The twist of a games is seeing Dyno Moreno cut down another career; for the sake of a story. A hunger beneath his skin, he waits knowing Rene is running off. The softness of hands wrap around his own. An icy cold touch sending electricity up his skin, burning that touch to his bone and memory.

Close enough to feel the death radiating from her body; he can't help but keep the glory all on his lips. A flickering emotion trembles at the bottom of his heart; almost tense for a moment as he watches her carefully. Nothing she does will change the outcome of his story. Her blood was his to take. Only a whisper of words is left; desperately clinging to the air with the same crackle of electricity everywhere around them. A splatter of ink. A splatter of blood.

"– You're an annoying bitch."

Blood sprays against him; dripping from his forehead to his eyes to his cheeks. And the light goes out; flickering with words upon a page. A laugh leaves his lips, deranged by all means. He's got to look crazy in the moment, watching all of her fight one last time underneath his grasp. As words are about to slip from his lips; there's a warmth entering his space, close enough to stop the words from leaving his own lips. Instead he finds Karl Jardens' eyes; a festering of a wound hidden behind them. Whispers of a day long since passed fading away as Karl's words echo along his spine. Teasing his senses all the way up until Dyno's got goosebumps once more.

"Don't touch her."

The same dance as before; his seelie resides somewhere nearby flickering the colors splattered across his face. Deranged. It's the best word his mind can come up with for the way to describe how he looks in the moment. A reflection of his own image behind the bloody silver of the scythe Karl wield. The same tension between them as he wants to push even further into Karl's space to see if he'll crack this time. Proven the way he can rip away life in just a moment, but he doesn't move. Instead he watches, noticing the way Karl actually shows something more than the blankness of the days before. The twitch on his lips of a smile desperately wanting to pull up. He won. Dyno Moreno always wins.

Karl twists the blade; hides Yael from his lingering eyes. Closer and closer Karl comes until their breaths mix into a heated flame; Dyno could feel the way Karl's trying to linger and push him away. It's a dance of theirs. A game to play. A way to use Dyno to get what he wants, but Dyno isn't in a giving mood. Never has been. The smile tugging on his lips is enough to make him raise an eyebrow in question until Karl's voice dances along Dyno's lips. "No." The moment is there. The push could happen to leave a mark on Karl, break him even more than before, but he watches for only a second. Let's his head focus on the way he could lean in and break him once more over and over again. Shatter the man beneath his fingers and watch the pieces crumble in front of all of Panem, but instead he just lets his grin rise knowing Maverick's left him alone.

The tension breaks.

A silent ringing in his ears as he watches Johnny past Karl move against his blade and on the other side of Karl. It's already over, but Dyno can't help but watch the two of them pretend to be bigger than they are. Blocking as much of Yael as they can from him. The dancing lights of a dying fire against his vision, the fading ink on a page of a chapter ending. The tale of Yael Damaris being unwritten by his own hands. Observing the two of them for just a moment, he grips his hand around the hilt of his katana and watches. There's a beauty to the sight. The underdogs standing up to the unstoppable force. If Dyno were reading a book, he could see them being the heroes everyone wants to succeed, but this was never going to be their story.

"Back off, Jerk," Johnny spits out. If only Dyno could care about what a boy from Six thought. "Be careful not to trip on your way out." Only, he doesn't leave right away. How could he? Two men standing before him broken in ways he can only imagine. Pieces of them scattered across the dirt covered ground. Pieces he pulled from their flesh and scattered for all of Panem to see. Instead, Dyno stays with his grin, letting it last for a second too long before dropping it. The feeling of Karl against his form still lingers with a fire flickering brightly in his eyes. A breath of air between them as Dyno leans in further, deciding to ignore all of the signs of danger. Placing lips against cheek as he leaves a blood smear of a kiss there and pulls back with a dangerous smile. Knowing he's the villain in their story, he's going to lay it all out there.

Stepping back, he pulls the katana outward hearing the slip of blood echo against his ears. Stepping around Karl, he pushes without care in-between both of them, lets himself get close enough to let his breath touch the edges of both of their ears before speaking carefully, unable to help himself. "I won't back off." Stepping even closer, he lets his body heat reach closer to them, holding himself tall as he continues. "Not from what I want." Taking in every moment, he drops the smile to look between them to Yael. The dying light surrounding them all together. No one would understand, except for him. Wanting to splatter words across a page and bring a new story to be told. Every little thing continues to be apart of his plan.

"I'll see you both again. Don't disappoint me."

The smile reaches his lips as he leans closer to Johnny wanting to leave a mark. A piece of Dyno Moreno to be seen for the next few moments. A soft kiss to the cheek leaving behind Yael's blood there as he pulls back, only using the surprise to lean down to the body. Fingers moving quickly to grab her bag and the glaive she carries before he turns around without care. Stepping away from the two boys with his back to them. The sun would be going down soon enough. The stars would come out and Yael Damaris would stare him in the eye one last time.

Isn't this what he always wanted?

To be something bigger than Dyno Moreno.

A legend to be read.

A wave of his hand nonchalantly in the air as he steps away into the mist of the arena, his voice a lingering sound along the edges of the trees. Petals dancing behind him; leaving only Yael's body and the blood that'd been spilt onto the forest floor.

"Pick the right threat next time, fuckers."

An ice cold smile is all that's left.