lungs ; quadrys
Dec 13, 2015 16:44:38 GMT -5
Post by flyss on Dec 13, 2015 16:44:38 GMT -5
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[attr="class","congrats"] Quadrys Lexig H E I R T O T H E L E X I G T H R O N E I've moved further than I thought I could - but I miss you more than I thought I would. There's no such thing as breathing when that's everything your brother doesn't have, and there's no such thing as living when that's everything you brother even wanted; I am caught in the middle of a landslide, mud running down my legs and cementing me into devastation. On the screen in front of me, I see a man fall. His fingers that formerly prodded at my brother's allies have loosened their grip on reality, but he's still clawing his way up, the glare of death I know so very well sparkling in his eyes like a shot of vodka. He's intoxicated with the idea of being pulled under, and I can feel his heartbeat with my own, slowing- then spiking- then shimmering like he's the star of the show and he's already won the crown in all it's glamour. But we are not the same, I think to myself teasingly, because you tried killing my brother, and I'm the one who actually did it. But he is not dead yet, and this reminder is set in stone with every heavy breath I see fall from my likeness' lips, only but yawn sealing away his fate before its even begun; he's close, but damn, he's even closer to dying. I want to yell to him that he better keep pushing, and that he has to do it for us, but he already knows that. He's known that since the moment he left me in the justice building, but I can't quite put a finger on how it feels to see it played out directly in front of me. He really is a Lexig, isn't he? To my left, I can feel childish fingers tugging at my shirt, practically pleading for me to listen, but I'm frozen in place by the only girl left, her studded hands clawing for life and preparing to take another to sustain her own force. "Quadrys what are you doing? Quadrys??" Pentys is desparate, and as the seconds slow, I push up on the couch with a rash force and begin to run toward the door, district square but an ocean away. The people it's filled with bite their lips like it will bring them some sort of reassurance in the face of decomposition. I hear the thud of a door, and two more sets of footsteps, and then the sharp clattering of a scythe falling to the rocks of the Basalt Column Causeway. oh god oh GOd oH GOD oH GOD OH GOD NO NO NO nO no no no Through the thickening of people, I hear his life begin to halt, and I scream, my last two brothers approaching me from either side of the chaos, each movement of theirs attempting to piece together what's left of my composure- there's nothing left of it, but they try because they don't plan on losing another in such a short time. And then I hear him. "Quadrys- I- I love you." But there is silence all around, and my sobs are the only thing to keep me company, even in the midst of a stare-ridden crowd. Pentys and Octys place their hands on my arms to take me back to the house, but I fight them off because I can't breathe any more and it feels like my lungs are collapsing. Why can't I breathe any more? Oh God, why can't I brea "Se- Se- Sep.. tys. Why can't I breathe any more?" After all, I'm certainly not the boy who made it so far only to come in third place. I bury my face in the snow and refuse to get up. |
I'll use you as a warning sign
that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind
made by remi of rilla go! & adoxography
