Titus Vanderwell {D7} FINISHED

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-- ((Stronger Than Before, When Our Lives Become A War)) --

Emotions were never exactly a forte of Titus's. They were just impossible. Imagine trying to lift a three hundred pound weight when you are only capable of thirty. You would never be able to do it. And that's the way Titus just so happened to be. A boy who could never exactly show emotion. Almost like his brain is partially made of glass and disturbing the part to show emotion would shatter it. But in all honesty, even he doesn't understand why he can't let his thin lips that are constantly cracked lift up and reveal slightly crooked teeth to show his happiness. Or he can't seem to make his long, ghostly pale face fall and let his sky blue eyes allow rain to fall and express his sadness. Emotion was just never a forte of his, and he doesn't know why. Claudia, of course, has supplied him with some theories, most of which are snarky and sarcastic, but he doesn't know what to believe, and in all honesty, doesn't really even care to know.

He is so emotionally vacant that when he speaks, it's in a monotone; like he isn't really even human but something engineered by the capitol. Along with his sister. His family thinks there is something wrong with them because they didn't even begin speaking until a long time after they turned five. And now, when they do speak, it's halted; like it takes them five minutes for them to think through their speech before they play it out loud on their vocal cords. His family even went as far as to believe that Tatiana and himself are autistic. When Titus heard the word strike it eardrums, his first reaction was to roll his eyes and think of how foolish they are.

So when he sits by the river, his spindly, lengthy, needle-like fingers flicking the edge of where the water begins to send ripples to the other side and back, he eventually dries his finger on jeans that clung to legs that added considerably to his 5'10 height and pushes himself up from the ground, and he glances at his sister. With that glance, she knows he is leaving to go back to the house and read or something along the lines. He gracefully walks away from her, and knowing that she is still looking after him as his pale, lanky frame disappears into the depths of the woods, he raises a extensive, thin arm into the air and waves her a goodbye. When his arm goes down, he hears her fingers fumble again with the beautiful, colorful flowers that she was so carefully braiding into her hair before he left her.

As he was enveloped by his silence, (except for the muffled crunch of the fallen, half dead leaves beneath his size-8 shoes) his hands enfolded into pockets of a jacket that hung loosely around a torso with a nearly sunken in stomach his eyes suddenly laid eyes upon her; Dawn. How could he even begin to miss her? She was in all black, like he does when he isn't wearing gray. She even had lip piercings, except hers were one on the left, one of the right, and his lip piercings were both on the left side of his lower lip. Titus thinks the only true difference between them is their attitudes, their genders, their hair colors (hers being black and his hair a long reddish - brown) and the absence of rings running through his small, feminine nose.

But even though she stuck out like a white splatter against a black wall, he wished she didn't. He wished that when he walked alone, there wasn't somebody springing up, trying to talk to him. Especially Claudia. She was always trying to provoke him and push a reaction out of him. Like if she says something, he'll scream at her to shut up, or strike at her in foolish childish anger. But he does what he does each time when either of them show up and break his moments when he feels at least somewhat normal: ignore them as best as he can, even though he is just ignoring the fact that he is insane.


"Hi Titus! Can I walk with you?"


-- ((Showing Every Scar As Our Badge Of Honor)) --