{burning paper heart} Pyrian.
Mar 7, 2013 22:29:43 GMT -5
Post by Lulu on Mar 7, 2013 22:29:43 GMT -5
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east blind to west
i confess
i've been tunneling through
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[/color]I signed to him, wincing internally just thinkin' about the pain of losin' toes. He would still be able to walk—they hadn't nibbled off enough to prevent that—but it would be painful and slow-going. He would need my help every step of the way.As I walked among the strange, viney foliage in the peculiar garden, I found myself countin' the dead in my mind. It was easy to lose track—how far along were we? There couldn't be more than twelve left, not after all the carnage the past few days. Halfway there. We're halfway there, and still no one's managed to snuff out your flame. Halfway there, halfway to livin' or dyin'. Whatever it was that happened to me, it was refreshing to know, at least, that somethin' would be decided soon. That I wouldn't have to keep wandering through this unfamiliar place, treadin' on foreign, leafy ground, explorin' wild places and trying to decipher cryptic clues that seemed to be leadin' us on a wild goose chase. Killin' people was no picnic, either, though I realized I'd been getting unsettlingly used to it since I'd started doing it. Oh, and let's not forget watchin' countless idiots try and kill my twin brother—that probably took the cake.
The latest of Pyrian's assailants had been a cluster of creepy, tiny little moles that came out of the ground and tried to devour our toes, disregarding the fact that they were supposedly protected by boots. But those teeth were sharp as nails, that much was clear just from lookin' at the vile rats; I'd managed to spot them early and duck out of the way so that the one goin' after me missed entirely, but Pyrian hadn't been so lucky. I couldn't sign to him in time, so he found himself with a giant bite mark in his shoe, and a couple of toes bitten clean off, on top of that.
Leavin' Owen alone to reorganize our supplies and take inventory after our latest encounter, I helped my brother limp over to a grassy, clear area of the garden shaded by a couple of jungle trees. I'd decided to take it upon myself to try and deal with his bleedin' stubs of toes, dressing the wounds and applying pressure and all that jazz I'd learned durin' training week before the Games. This'll hurt,
As I dabbed an antiseptic pad on his feet, I tried to distract him from the pain. Remember that time when we were out buildin' a bonfire in the woods, and that swarm of raccoons came and chased us all the way home, screamin' like little girls? I laughed aloud, delighted by the memory. That had been... two years ago? Three? Or when we accidentally set dad's favorite lab coat on fire and blamed it on his secretary?[/color] Swiftly my fingers began to weave stories of our childhood, the good ones, the bad ones, and the slightly frightening ones, all the ones that illustrated the lives of the Keeni twins. My hands moved with lightning speed, almost effortlessly, like they were commanded by my every thought; we were just that accustomed to the language we'd crafted together. Then there was when we stayed up all night plottin' revenge on Bear for somethin' he did to us, I don't even remember what anymore, do you?[/color] At long last I fastened the last of the bandages on his stubs, and I couldn't help but sigh. I miss it, Py,[/i] said my fingers, slowing to a forlorn and remorseful pace, matchin' my demeanor as they always seemed to. I miss it all. I miss everyone. But mostly I miss us bein' us, you know? I reached out to grab his hand, the hand that had been with me through fifteen-and-a-half long and wild years of life. The one that had been my only steady constant. My brother's. [/blockquote]
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waiting to meet him
in perfect positioning
you know just what i'd do
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[/color]waiting to meet him
in perfect positioning
you know just what i'd do
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