Heart To Heart // Rayne One-Shot
Mar 4, 2016 0:31:33 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Mar 4, 2016 0:31:33 GMT -5
Rayne Sylic
~The Darkest Rose~
~The Darkest Rose~
The racing of my heart flutters like the wings of fleeing bird as beads of sweat swirl across the brims of my brows. My lunges keep loosing air quicker and quicker until finally the immortal kiss of suffocation fully intoxicates my wreathing body. Scarlet and warm, her blood boils against my skin while my nails dig uselessly into my drowning throat. The world tumbles and trills through unspeakable turmoil as darkness welcomes me into its ghastly embrace. My life is fading faster than the shot of a canon yet the images I see as I slip towards my grave are not of myself. Through the thick swell of her metallic life I watch as Eryn's body is mutilated continuously, each death worse than the last. I was useless in protecting my prized thorn rose and now her vibrant petals wilt into the bloody whirlpool I now drown within. I had failed the single person who had whisked my heart away. I am the reason Eryn is dead.....
Boom!
A sudden shriek escapes my finely glossed lips as my body falls limply to the wooden floor. Across the darkened living room the only light that flickered emerged from behind the glass of the television's screen. The never ending boisterous sound of Ceasar's voice echoes through my ears as I stiffly rise to my feet. As I expected not a single event had occurred since the tributes had finished their duels from earlier in the day. Just the thought of the putrid skeletons that rose from the swamp's depths sent shrills of shivers cascading down my spine. So much blood had poured across the sodden swamp leaving the boy from District Nine headless along with the girl from District Eight without an arm. Without a doubt the Game Makers were intellectually brutal, and they were milking out every last piece of pain which they could plunge into the tributes' suffering bodies.
A shaky sigh leaped from my lips as I turned my weary gaze back towards the long coach still covered in the mess of blankets I was cocooned within while I slept. Ever since the first gong released the tributes to an immeasurable amount of torture I have refused to leave the room for any reason other than relieving myself. Every moment Eryn was on screen I was there and I know I will be there for every other moment she is broad casted across our nation of devils. Eryn was miles away facing odds steeper than any tree within the endless forests of District Seven, yet she had been doing well. According to the announcers as well she was considered a very strong opponent for being a solo tribute which many doubted any would exist these games. However I wasn't surprised for a moment when I discovered she was alone. I know deep within my ever aging soul that Eryn was filled with the strength of an unstoppable fire and whenever she stoked that fire she could not be defeated. Allies would only have weighed her down.
Slowly my body dips back into my blanket nest as the elegant song of slumber once more begins to play through my drifting thoughts. Even though sleep was now strongly beckoning for me to join in its seductive dance I couldn't help but keep my eyes open long enough until an image of Eryn sleeping glittered across the screen. For just a brief moment as I stared deeply at my breathing love I actually felt as thought I could reach out and just wrap her within my touch. However, as my fingers extended from the crevices of my nest her picture only vanished once more away from the nation's, and my, eyes.
Tears pooled like lakes in the ducts of my eyes as broken sobs ruptured the near silence of the resting foster home. Like waterfalls the tears dove from my ducts as their cool kisses licked across my cheeks. All the thoughts of Eryn's suffering were causing myself to fall back into my now normal state of delirium. Images of just hours ago returned to my mind all too rapidly for me to handle. Over and over again I watched Eryn's ear she devoured by a forsaken plant and her body get hacked to smithereens by the skeleton she was bound by fate to face. Over and over again I watch all the horrors Eryn was facing all because my lips had been sewn shut at the Reaping. I had been the same girl I had always been, selfish and only caring if I got to live on for another day. Eryn must surely hate me for letting her be swept into the hands of the beasts' themselves, and that was by far the most excruciating pain which burnt my throbbing heart.
Eventually I finally feel sleep's bellows for me growing more powerful caused by my weakening soul. With every heart shattering tear that slid down my face I felt a piece of my heart within it. I was suppose to be a woman who was gorgeous and powerful, yet here I am lying like a statue in front of a screen. The Capitol is making a fool not only out of the tributes but out of me as well, and by Ripred I am through with letting them do so. Eryn had heightened my strength when I was with her so I have no choice but to rise like the leader she was when she was with me. Eryn was miles and miles away and for once as my final descent to rest began I believe I accepted it. For tomorrow is a new day, a day in which I can only forecast one thing: There is going to be a whole lot of Rayne.
Boom!
A sudden shriek escapes my finely glossed lips as my body falls limply to the wooden floor. Across the darkened living room the only light that flickered emerged from behind the glass of the television's screen. The never ending boisterous sound of Ceasar's voice echoes through my ears as I stiffly rise to my feet. As I expected not a single event had occurred since the tributes had finished their duels from earlier in the day. Just the thought of the putrid skeletons that rose from the swamp's depths sent shrills of shivers cascading down my spine. So much blood had poured across the sodden swamp leaving the boy from District Nine headless along with the girl from District Eight without an arm. Without a doubt the Game Makers were intellectually brutal, and they were milking out every last piece of pain which they could plunge into the tributes' suffering bodies.
A shaky sigh leaped from my lips as I turned my weary gaze back towards the long coach still covered in the mess of blankets I was cocooned within while I slept. Ever since the first gong released the tributes to an immeasurable amount of torture I have refused to leave the room for any reason other than relieving myself. Every moment Eryn was on screen I was there and I know I will be there for every other moment she is broad casted across our nation of devils. Eryn was miles away facing odds steeper than any tree within the endless forests of District Seven, yet she had been doing well. According to the announcers as well she was considered a very strong opponent for being a solo tribute which many doubted any would exist these games. However I wasn't surprised for a moment when I discovered she was alone. I know deep within my ever aging soul that Eryn was filled with the strength of an unstoppable fire and whenever she stoked that fire she could not be defeated. Allies would only have weighed her down.
Slowly my body dips back into my blanket nest as the elegant song of slumber once more begins to play through my drifting thoughts. Even though sleep was now strongly beckoning for me to join in its seductive dance I couldn't help but keep my eyes open long enough until an image of Eryn sleeping glittered across the screen. For just a brief moment as I stared deeply at my breathing love I actually felt as thought I could reach out and just wrap her within my touch. However, as my fingers extended from the crevices of my nest her picture only vanished once more away from the nation's, and my, eyes.
Tears pooled like lakes in the ducts of my eyes as broken sobs ruptured the near silence of the resting foster home. Like waterfalls the tears dove from my ducts as their cool kisses licked across my cheeks. All the thoughts of Eryn's suffering were causing myself to fall back into my now normal state of delirium. Images of just hours ago returned to my mind all too rapidly for me to handle. Over and over again I watched Eryn's ear she devoured by a forsaken plant and her body get hacked to smithereens by the skeleton she was bound by fate to face. Over and over again I watch all the horrors Eryn was facing all because my lips had been sewn shut at the Reaping. I had been the same girl I had always been, selfish and only caring if I got to live on for another day. Eryn must surely hate me for letting her be swept into the hands of the beasts' themselves, and that was by far the most excruciating pain which burnt my throbbing heart.
Eventually I finally feel sleep's bellows for me growing more powerful caused by my weakening soul. With every heart shattering tear that slid down my face I felt a piece of my heart within it. I was suppose to be a woman who was gorgeous and powerful, yet here I am lying like a statue in front of a screen. The Capitol is making a fool not only out of the tributes but out of me as well, and by Ripred I am through with letting them do so. Eryn had heightened my strength when I was with her so I have no choice but to rise like the leader she was when she was with me. Eryn was miles and miles away and for once as my final descent to rest began I believe I accepted it. For tomorrow is a new day, a day in which I can only forecast one thing: There is going to be a whole lot of Rayne.
