we are i m p e r f e c t {armin x historia x annie}
Apr 19, 2014 1:43:19 GMT -5
Post by maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] on Apr 19, 2014 1:43:19 GMT -5
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H I S T O R I A
{ she ran away
in her sleep ;
in her sleep ;
The smile pasted across my lips hurt. A deep aching within my cheeks, a small price to pay for the fake happiness that spreads within me. A dying fire left burning from my adventures with Ymir, now a fading memory. Thousands of tiny fists pound at my skull, demons left over from yesterday's poison .This morning was nothing less of hell. My eyes glued to themselves, reluctant to open even the slightest. Even the dimmest of lights burned, and I couldn't help but yearn for the tall brunette's hand in my own once more.
After escaping the bar, it's all a drunken haze. The words I slurred and the sights I saw blending together in one faint whisper. I'd offered to restock the cabinet in the morning, I think. Given that there is a plastic bag filled with various bottles sitting on my counter, it's safe to assume. My arms fly out vertically, meeting dead air in a bed much to large for only myself. I can only imagine how nice it would be, to wake up with another's arms around you. Completely safe within the arms of someone you care about.
And as hard as I try, I can only think of one person I'd rather wake up with. One person who I'd willingly give up everything for. Who I loved. In much more than a platonic way. Though, it'd taken me so long to realize it. Now, I see it everywhere. The way my heart raced when I was close to her, the jolt of electricity which ran up my spine at her touch. How could I have been so blind to my own feeling. So cut off from my senses, so afraid of pain that I had become a robot. Empty and emotionless.
Ymir had finally set me free. If only she felt the same way about me. Alas, I need not ask to know the answer. Her very words painting a picture of protection and care. But, never one of love, of passion... Like she could ever have feelings for someone like... me.
"Chin up, Historia." I force my thoughts away from self-pity. I'm not one to linger on my own problems. Sometimes you gotta just... keep moving forward. All my life i've been both my mother and father. Given that the ones who'd birthed me were completely fubar. I'd taught myself everything I know, made all of my life choices. I'd trained hard and made top ten in the academy. Historia Reiss was something.
Look at me now, mom an dad. You'll never touch me again. Not if I have any say in the matter. I've made something of myself. Much more than a punching bag. So, so much more. I couldn't honestly give two fucks that you're rich. Money can't buy everything. It sure as hell can't buy human decency. So... fuck you. "Fuck. You." the foul words were uttered aloud. A thrill runs up my spine, even if they reverberated only in the confines of my apartment.
Ripred, does my head hurt. My idle thoughts had allowed me to dress myself. Hair, still smelling of beer, pulled tightly against the back of my scalp, I fling the plastic bag to my side, allowing the cold glass to press against my thigh. The shorts that hugged my hips reaching just above my fingertips, gave little protection from the cold. Spring had allowed the sun to peak through thick gray clouds, and I was going to take advantage of such weather.
I've walked this path for years now. Into the elevator, down to ground level. Up thirty stairs and down twenty more. Keep your head down, don't make eye contact. The capitolites don't care about peacekeepers. We're below them, petty officers in charge of keeping things orderly. Their puppets.
What's gotten into me today? A deep, burning within my gut. Anger? Did i even have a reason to feel so, other than being hung over to high hell. But, I suppose that's reason enough.
Soon, I'm in the office, a single cabinet left agape.
I wouldn't like to run into Heichou in a position like this.
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