Where Are You Now? [Stars vs. Sphinx]
Oct 15, 2012 20:02:13 GMT -5
Post by chelsey on Oct 15, 2012 20:02:13 GMT -5
But where are you now?
Where are you now?
Do you ever think of me
In the quiet, in the crowd?
Where are you now?
Do you ever think of me
In the quiet, in the crowd?
[/i][/color]I don't look at her face that night.
The anthem blares in my ears and the gleaming light that projects her image into the sky burns the surface of my eyelids, but I don't dare open them. I can see her clear as day, anyway, behind these soggy irises. Ghost skin, curious eyes, red hair - and the metallic slash that ended it all. Were her eyes open when she died? I hope not. I really hope the last thing she saw was not this prison we're all encaged in.I also hope it wasn't the blurry image of my own selfish body shakily running away from the battle to save myself; running away from saving her.
She didn't speak much. The first time I saw her in the Training Center, she wasn't shy or reserved, she was just quiet. Learna Libertine was as calm as any fourteen year old who was just sentenced to death could be. Maybe she accepted her fate. Maybe that made dying less painful.
The first thing she ever said to me was, "You have your mother's eyes." Her eyes were glazed over when she said it, her voice hushed, and her fingers trembling. A cold and thick silence settled between us when the words finally turned cobwebbed wheels in my head, the syllables sending quivers down the ivory of my spine. Learna Libertine's voice was small and soft, like the humming of a foggy background noise you never really pay attention to. And if you didn't pay attention, you would miss it. "She wanted me to tell you." She whispered, like it was some silly playground secret. Her eyes met mine, and she blinked, and the glazed look was gone.
The smell of Death lingers in the woven and stained white threads of our togas, and I oh so desperately try to wash away it's stench with my tears - but, if anything, the scent magnifies until I'm intoxicated with it's venom. The cries don't subside until morning comes - a dusty red sun peeking over a silhouette of the horizon - and when Demeter kicks me awake my face is as cold and barren as her.
"Wake up -" She betrayed us - "Get up, you two -" She betrayed Learna. We trusted her, silly fickle things that we were, we trusted her. "We have -" But what is trust in a place that reeks of murder? - "To move."
And if she betrayed my trust, why wouldn't she do it again?
When her foot nudges me to get up, my body tenses with the sudden and new fear of witnessing Demeter's deceiving smile while she plunges her blade over and over and over again in the lodge between my ribcages and lungs.
So, when I trail behind Demeter in the foggy morning haze, letting her empty words slip through one ear out the other, I clutch the harpoon in my hands much tighter to my chest, my knuckles already wound around it's handle in a vice like grip ready to -
"Attack!"[/i]
Demeter springs before me, Ailis chasing after her, but I stand still with my eyes closed in terror for what must be a second but what feels like forever.
[/color](And in those moments of darkness, I see Learna's corpse battered and bruised and bloodied at the hands of our leader, the familiar taunting smile a ghost on the dragon's lips.)
So, when I open my eyes a second later, it is for Learna Libertine,[/i][/color] and not Demeter Merwin-Glory, that I attack.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]
[attacks Sphinx - Harpoon/Spear]
[dice=200+3000]
[Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage
(Spear)]
also RE roll idk
[dice=6]
nothing YAY
[/color][dice=200+3000]
[Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage
(Spear)]
also RE roll idk
[dice=6]
nothing YAY
You were strangely less than pain
Than you were cold.
Triumphant in your mind.
Of the logic that you hold.
[/color][/center][/size][rand=080976730678230521423738058656454100640905322507029768760139122605]Than you were cold.
Triumphant in your mind.
Of the logic that you hold.