hon, it wasn't yet the spring | Sol + cilla
Aug 22, 2014 1:47:19 GMT -5
Post by ✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ on Aug 22, 2014 1:47:19 GMT -5
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The grounds were so thick with people that Sol's tongue slipped and chased him out of his own mouth. He couldn't remember the way to form words anymore, it was lost from him and for a moment he was frightened, he couldn't remember why he had come in the first place. You need to get away from here sweetheart his mother said and she'd signed him up for two events, the ones she knew he was good at. Blades because he'd always been strong with a weapon in his hands and the sixteen hundred meters because he'd been running for so long now that he couldn't even remember where he'd started from.
His feet hit the path with a steady heartbeat stronger even then his own and he felt his lungs give out minutes ago but he was running still, without breathing, without living. The perimeter passed him by quickly until the chain link fence blurred together into one giant piece of steel grey. He didn't know why his mother had thought that getting away would be good because he'd always promised Luna that they'd go away together and now he was doing it without her and what would she think if she was still even capable of thinking? She'd be hurt wouldn't she, he was betraying her.
He'd heard about the ocean once when a new Trainee had come to join the Peacekeeper's academy and he'd been from four but Luna had been flirting with him before she had ever told Sol how in love she was with him and he'd told Sol many things. He'd said the riptide takes you in it's claws and drags you out to sea if you aren't careful and you drown and at the tie the thought had been terrifying but now it was only peaceful and he wondered often what it would be like for his mouth to be filled up with salt and to have his throat made ragged with it.
The fence was surrounded on all sides by a hedge, presumably so that no one could catch a glimpse of the competitors inside as they trained, presumably so that no competitors could speak to the citizens of four and love them. He was running still, he was searching for it, ocean. He wanted to see it, badly, more than he wanted air he wanted the water, he wanted to see it's sparkle, to climb the fence and let his clothes get wet with the water, to feel the tide beat against him and drag him out to sea.
His breaths came fast and the back of his training uniform clung to his skin, sticky and sweet all at once. His first event did not begin until tomorrow and so he had been left alone for the most part. People didn't tend to bother him anyway, not Sol. There was something too off about him, too sad and incapable and broken. He did not watch where he went because his gaze was stuck to the right of him, watching the grey and green streak by until all at once
there was blue
just there
see
between the trees
there it was.
He wrapped his fingers around the chain links and clung fast, knuckles going white with want. His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath and sweat poured down his forehead from hair still a bleached white since the fresh colour his mother had given him before he left. It itched when she bleached his hair but he didn't complain, his tongue was too heavy in his mouth.
The ocean was there. He pressed his face up against the sun-warmed metal and shut his eyes, stuck in concentration, straining to hear the sound of the waves breaking. Once, when he was little his mother had taken him into an odds and ends shop and she'd held a large shell against his ear and told him it was the ocean but it just sounded like an absence to him, it was just lonely. The ocean wasn't lonely, it ws loud and triumphant and together all on it's own.
He wanted to hear it.
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