after the storm -- constant.
Mar 13, 2012 21:41:01 GMT -5
Post by chelsey on Mar 13, 2012 21:41:01 GMT -5
C E D R I C L A N E
"Night has always pushed up day.
You must know life to see decay.
But, I won't rot.
I won't rot."
You must know life to see decay.
But, I won't rot.
I won't rot."
Cedric is a winged creature, a feathered being with the world at his disposal. The sky is never ending, and with this sky, comes the never ending possibilities. Cedric's voice is the bird's song, the fluid nectar that fills the soul with hope and happiness. The song that does not address mortal flesh, but sings to the immortal spirit.
But not all birds can fly.
Cedric is a bird, a bird who has forgotten how to take flight. He is the outcast of his gliding brothers and sisters, he is the egg who has fallen out of the nest. And, while they soar above him with the wind slicing through their wings, he clings to the twig that serves as his life line. His claws ache at the constant effort he must give in order to stay alive, causing him to wonder if it's even worth it, anymore. The bird was tired of being strong, tired of pretending of being something he wasn't. All has abandoned him - well, it's either abandonment or they've just lost hope. Who cares anyway? Who would even notice if he was gone? Still, he sings his disguised cry of pain and help - hoping that one day someone will hear.
The Sun had just risen in District Twelve, but Cedric had long been awake before that. He was always awake nowfor when he closed his eyes the nightmares came and drowned him.He'd be lucky to have a wink of sleep, and this kind of sleep usually came after he's stolen a bottle or two of beer. At least then, he could forget. Although he still held himself with an air of strength and confidence, the lack of sleep was smeared across his weary expression. Dark bags hung under his eyes, his knees wobbled when he walked too fast, and the wind seemed to push through him as if he wasn't there to begin with. No one really noticed, anyway. He shielded his eyes with his dark shades 99% of the time, and the other 1% was when he was working in the mines. His walk was naturally slow, making him seem like he had nowhere to be, nowhere to go, and not a worry to spare. And people were too occupied trying to scurry away from Cedric before he threw a slander at them to even notice that the wind itself was slandering him.
But, if anyone would notice, it would be Constantine. The bloody bastard. Oh, Constantine stays true to his name, and remains as the only constant and stable figure in Cedric's life - the pillar that does not crumble under Cedric's depressive weight no matter how much is added onto the pile everyday. How much tolerance and patience could someone be allowed to possess - because Constant sure has a heck of it. He saw the singer start off as the puny pathetic kid that cried for his mama when he fell and scraped his knee, to the passionate lover he became with Astrid - and witnessed the after math of the destruction of Astrid's life, which ended Cedric's just as much as it did her's. He was brutal then, because finally he realized how short life was, and how all things must come to an end. It was hard for the eighteen year old after that, his kindness was poisoned from the dead. He cried too much, and smiled too less. He was vulnerable. Time heals all wounds though, or, at least, heals them as good as they'll ever be.But even the most of time can't get rid of a scar.There was only one question left - how could he avoid that kind of pain ever again? The obvious solution stared right at him in the face, it's scent wafting to the nostrils of his noise and clouding his brain - do not become close to anyone again. Death was inevitable, so why waste tears and heart break over something that must happen to everyone?
Oh, but then there was Constantine. Cedric never did believe in "best friends", but if he was forced to choose one, Constant would be it. Oh, fuck it. I'll spare him. Never mind the sickness that plagued his meek body, forget the diseases that threatened his strength and stability, dismiss the smell of death that riddled his breath - Constant was afuckingkeeper.After all, he's just another flightless bird, like Cedric, clinging to the closest branch to keep him from crashing to the ground.Truly, the musician was dependent on this friend who is even weaker than him - though he'd never admit it. Oh, it's a bloody act of charity - for Christ's sake! An act of charity he calls it. After all, how could he abandon his friend, desperately clinging to dear lifeall by himself?
But, the pair wouldn't be by themselves this morning. Colors of pink, yellow, and orange streamed from the rising Sun, a mixture of pastel colors painting the sky and coast of the rolling hills. It was hazy at Twelve today, the mist of cold air gently sweeping the sleeping district. Sleeping all except one.
Cedric walked down the dirt paths of Twelve with his hands stuffed down his pockets, his dark shades resting on the hem of his shirt. No need to put them on now, no need to hide. Only Constant would witness him today. Over his back was his other signaturebabyaspect, his guitar. It slumped over his tired shoulder, it's pale and lifeless strings seeming to be just as sleepy as himself.
The fence that closed the district off from the forest was isolated, not a person or peacekeeper in sight. With muscle memory, he swiftly hopped over it, not even taking a cautious look around to make sure no one saw him. And even if they did, I'd just run. They never catch me anyway. It was why him and Constant met in this forbidden area, though, wasn't it? Constant had a craving for danger, and, hell, was Cedric bursting from it. But, even as he closed the distant between him and the trees, he took one glance over his shoulder just to be safe.Because no one can be too sure in Panem.
With the coast clear, he collapsed at the nearest tree that hid him out of sight. He placed the guitar in his lap, strumming the notes softly but melodically. He closed his eyes as his fingers did the work, stumbling over certain notes and strings as they warm up the frigid air around them.No matter, no one's around to hear his mistakes but Constant, anyway.After enough mistakes, his slender fingers began to once more dance, hopping to and fro from each string - a perfectly memorized choreography. He hummed the lyrics under his tired breath, his ears perked and ready to detect Constant's coming footfall.
NORMAL // C6C6FF
CHARACTER'S DIALOGUE //FFFFFF
OTHER DIALOGUE //5B5BFF
EMPHASIS // 9191FF
SOUND TRACK //After The Storm by Mumford and Sons
OOC: I really love bromances. <33