sister i'm sad i never had [ theo / dorothy ] day 3
Mar 10, 2023 13:55:29 GMT -5
Post by arctic on Mar 10, 2023 13:55:29 GMT -5
He felt obligated to help the girl out. Dorothy helped him out of the Bloodbath, so it was only natural that he do the same to her now. Not that it equalizes everything, and all bets are off, but it was needed to return the help.
It took a while for them to find a spot, the group of four. But if it was anything like the pain he felt on day one, he knew Dorothy wanted to rest soon. Svetlana was restless in her search for a spot to relax. It felt like hours walking in the soft pink forest. It was pretty. The vanilla scents of the blossoms were heightened in this forest. A stone path leads the way for most of it, but hard on their feet made it hard to keep walking. As they found their resting spot, it felt natural that the two from eight sat beside each other. Rested up against a tree, the boy from eight felt a sense of wonder as he watched the dance and flicker of petals drifting down. Dorothy had found a set of needles and thread and was spending time sewing her leg up.
”You ever do that before comin’ here?” He figured not, but it wasn’t terrible to try and talk to her more. ”I used to have to get stitches on my lip all the time.” Not that it was the same as a leg. ”From the field.” It was rare that he didn’t get injured in some fashion. Whenever Theo played, he liked to play rough. So, due to needin patched up in the past, he’s not unfamiliar with a needle. He started picking at the tiny blades of grass they set on, tossing them as if to keep his mind active. He hoped it wasn’t the wrong time to try and start talking to the girl, but she might need the distraction. Or some sort of memory of home that didn’t involve her Games-cursed family.
It took a while for them to find a spot, the group of four. But if it was anything like the pain he felt on day one, he knew Dorothy wanted to rest soon. Svetlana was restless in her search for a spot to relax. It felt like hours walking in the soft pink forest. It was pretty. The vanilla scents of the blossoms were heightened in this forest. A stone path leads the way for most of it, but hard on their feet made it hard to keep walking. As they found their resting spot, it felt natural that the two from eight sat beside each other. Rested up against a tree, the boy from eight felt a sense of wonder as he watched the dance and flicker of petals drifting down. Dorothy had found a set of needles and thread and was spending time sewing her leg up.
”You ever do that before comin’ here?” He figured not, but it wasn’t terrible to try and talk to her more. ”I used to have to get stitches on my lip all the time.” Not that it was the same as a leg. ”From the field.” It was rare that he didn’t get injured in some fashion. Whenever Theo played, he liked to play rough. So, due to needin patched up in the past, he’s not unfamiliar with a needle. He started picking at the tiny blades of grass they set on, tossing them as if to keep his mind active. He hoped it wasn’t the wrong time to try and start talking to the girl, but she might need the distraction. Or some sort of memory of home that didn’t involve her Games-cursed family.
[kaitlin]