I'm Only Human // Kirito x Harbinger {Cato}
Feb 5, 2016 21:59:42 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Feb 5, 2016 21:59:42 GMT -5
Kirito had never really noticed the spinning of the world before Iain had been reaped but since then it had been clear. Everything whipped by so quickly. One moment Kirito was watching Iain take his first steps and the next he was watching Iain mount the stage to his death. For years Kirito wished for death to simply take him away from the awful rumbles that shook his stomach. Even now Kirito wished that Ripred had listened and complied to his wishes, then perhaps Iain would be at home safety under the care of Tobais and Ikaia. Yet here Kirito was with a heart still beating in his chest with a dagger prepared to plunge into it, a dagger of sorrow and of anger. Iain's life was at risk because Kirito's life had continued on longer than many would have anticipated. To Kirito it was as though he had traded Iain's life for his own, and Ripred knows how many other family members at the current rate. Snow was wasting no time and Kirito could only fear the mass Miristioma extermination that loomed over his shoulders like Snow himself.
A sigh slipped from Kirito's sullen body as he lifted himself from his seat in the mentor training center observatory. From what Kirito had seen he was more than worried for Iain's chances when it came to fighting. Kiri whispered his vicious beliefs of the death that was awaiting Iain and Kirito could only shudder as his inner turmoil ripped his conscious apart. On the outside Kirito had been certain to maintain a face of stone but within he was crumbling faster than the clock tower had in the seventieth games. Kirito could hear the bells of death ringing out for Iain's soul but Kirito refused to let his cousin slip away from his grip. Unlike Kirito Iain was still pure but even Kirito couldn't deny that if he survived long enough that would change. Kirito simply prayed that Iain would not produce a Kiri of his own to lay torment to every last breath he took. Kirito knew the struggle for control better than anyone and if there was one thing he wouldn't wish upon a soul other than Snow's it was the burden a Kiri can deal.
The sound of clanging metal echoes quietly until finally it vanishes all together out of Kirito's hearing range. The hallway Kirito found himself walking down was one he had seen many times before. Yet the door Kirito pushed himself through this time was one he had only viewed briefly while passing by, and upon entering he understood why. Within the small bar not a single other victor or capitolite was in sight, only a single bar tender who Kirito assumed was another avox based on the clothes he wore. The bar tender's silence when Kirito ordered a simple shot glass and a bottle of Vodka confirmed his thoughts.
The clear liquid that swirled within the bottle Kirito now held in his hand was nearly enough to make him flinch just by looking at it. Although Kirito had several drinks shortly after his victory he had never found the idea of drinking as comforting as Harbinger had, but still Kirito was more than ready for its dulling results. So with a slight shrug Kirito filled the shot glass just to the same amount he had seen countless others before him do then without even thinking sent the liquid straight into his mouth. Kirito made sure quickly to swallow the searing liquid before his stomach came up as its vile taste hung heavy on his tongue. Once more it seemed Kirito wasn't a huge fan of drinking but tonight he honestly was only there for the results. So with another shrug he poured himself another shot.
A sigh slipped from Kirito's sullen body as he lifted himself from his seat in the mentor training center observatory. From what Kirito had seen he was more than worried for Iain's chances when it came to fighting. Kiri whispered his vicious beliefs of the death that was awaiting Iain and Kirito could only shudder as his inner turmoil ripped his conscious apart. On the outside Kirito had been certain to maintain a face of stone but within he was crumbling faster than the clock tower had in the seventieth games. Kirito could hear the bells of death ringing out for Iain's soul but Kirito refused to let his cousin slip away from his grip. Unlike Kirito Iain was still pure but even Kirito couldn't deny that if he survived long enough that would change. Kirito simply prayed that Iain would not produce a Kiri of his own to lay torment to every last breath he took. Kirito knew the struggle for control better than anyone and if there was one thing he wouldn't wish upon a soul other than Snow's it was the burden a Kiri can deal.
The sound of clanging metal echoes quietly until finally it vanishes all together out of Kirito's hearing range. The hallway Kirito found himself walking down was one he had seen many times before. Yet the door Kirito pushed himself through this time was one he had only viewed briefly while passing by, and upon entering he understood why. Within the small bar not a single other victor or capitolite was in sight, only a single bar tender who Kirito assumed was another avox based on the clothes he wore. The bar tender's silence when Kirito ordered a simple shot glass and a bottle of Vodka confirmed his thoughts.
The clear liquid that swirled within the bottle Kirito now held in his hand was nearly enough to make him flinch just by looking at it. Although Kirito had several drinks shortly after his victory he had never found the idea of drinking as comforting as Harbinger had, but still Kirito was more than ready for its dulling results. So with a slight shrug Kirito filled the shot glass just to the same amount he had seen countless others before him do then without even thinking sent the liquid straight into his mouth. Kirito made sure quickly to swallow the searing liquid before his stomach came up as its vile taste hung heavy on his tongue. Once more it seemed Kirito wasn't a huge fan of drinking but tonight he honestly was only there for the results. So with another shrug he poured himself another shot.
Kirito Miristioma
Victor Of The Seventieth Hunger Games
Victor Of The Seventieth Hunger Games
