if i had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense
Nov 23, 2014 23:08:20 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2014 23:08:20 GMT -5
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I honestly don't know why Stella Calloway came back for me in that feast, and I'm almost too light-headed to care - I'm not quite sure when that began either. Stella caring about me and my light-headedness, maybe they both came from the same thing. Either it be from not eating in 5 days or the blood loss of both a missing eye, missing finger and nearly losing a leg to a cave in, I'm not sure. All I know is that when she wraps her hands around my wrists to drag me out of possibly the last time I'll ever see Pearl and Cha, I'm smiling. I'm smiling that she's back, and I'm so happy that I don't have to be alone again. Only for a single night was I alone (if that even counts, it was a good few hours at most) and I managed to nearly get myself killed.
As long as she's here, I won't be the biggest threat to myself, that's for sure.
With only my one eye, I can't see what I used to see in Stella I think, that fear I held about her on day one up until my spear was lodged in the skull of a tiny blonde child. I think I'm not scared of her killing me now, because I'm not scared of being killed anymore. I mean, I don't think I want to die, not in the slightest, but, but it's like one of those cat in the box kind of deals. One of those things that I'm not sure what it's gonna be like until it happens, so I shouldn't worry as much as I have. If that makes any sense - I hope it does.
Stella could've killed me there; she could've left me to die by a cave in or let me starve to death in a less merciful outcome. Honestly, I deserved it, the cave in. Something hit me in there harder than the rocks, and it hurt more than any physical affliction, and it was that no matter what happens. No matter which bastard crawls his ass out of this pit, Stella or I will die. Stella and I could both die. There is no happy ending, nothing I can prevent and nothing I can help. Barnabas, Asa, Zelphyr, Blaire, the tiny blonde girl and the rat's dinner - in no alternative universe did they all walk out of here together. Meaning that, in no alternative universe, will Stella and I both be happy and well with Cha to keep us alive as well.
No matter the outcome, at least two of us will die. And somehow, this relaxes me a little.
"Y'know," I don't know why I was trying to talk, out of all these times I could've said anything to Stella, why I had chose to speak up now. As if, right after her dragging me out of a literal cave in was the most appropriate time to strike up common conversation, but sometimes I don't even have an explanation for the trains of thought I try so desperately to jump. "I don't remember anything that happened last night," bullshit, I had my story, my own alibi up to "the whole eye thing." I wave my better hand, the one with all five fingers still in front of my missing eye, "I'm guessing you don't either, not much at least."
Not much at all, I doubt she knew what actually happened, and the entire situation is still fuzzy in the back of my mind. It's like the old television my father always worked on, it never kept a signal for long, and whatever did manage to come across that screen was so blurred it seemed like the entire station was censored. That television only actually had two stations, the one connected to the capitol, and one my father tried to hijack from whatever he could, and that was the fuzzy one. My entire last twenty-four hours felt like that second channel at this point.
At some point when Stella threw me onto the ground, I dropped the three bags I salvaged from the cave in - mine, the tiny blonde's and bag #3. Quite appropriately nicknamed, for I haven't opened it yet, and the only thing I actually have on it is the number three printed on the front in that big Capitol font. I throw my hand aimlessly in her bag, the tiny blonde's one that was full of everything including the sword I stole from her body (what do I even do with that.) My fingers wrap around a flashlight, a lot like Stella's wrapped around my wrist and my prime instinct is to flicker it on, blaring the light directly in my sore eye.
"Ack," it stung like a bitch too, and immediately I shove it back into the bag after turning it off of course. I'm sure Stella's only see-able sight being my bloody face and bloodshot remaining eye isn't a pretty thing. I wasn't focusing too much on her words at this point, I was more inclined to the spots infecting my vision, since those spots were the only thing I could actually see, with all one eye of mine. I still have that second eye, the one I stabbed out, it's wrapped in the airplane Jael gave me and the map I stole from Cha (and Ripred help me if I never find her to give it back, I've had enough sins for this lifetime and I will not die a thief) in the bottom of my bag. "So, I'm guessing you've never tried optic surgery before, huh?"
I chuckle a bit too, and I shouldn't be. I shouldn't be this calm after killing that girl, I shouldn't be able to laugh with Stella. But I guess that's what happens when you're defined by your sins.
hi this is stella/finn only pls don't jump us
we just want some character development pls
we just want some character development pls