Oh How You Have Lost Your Way [Clusterfuck]
Mar 10, 2016 1:39:49 GMT -5
Post by chelsey on Mar 10, 2016 1:39:49 GMT -5
[attr="class","scrollBasil1"] [googlefont="Oswald:400"]basil anatola suddenly out of me “Basil?” The voice that identifies him is soft in a way that shouldn’t be allowed in a place or time like this. It’s his heart knocking on the door of his ribcage, in the midst of a clock ticking or war drums or an army’s marching footsteps. It’s something he should’ve buried inside of him the moment he entered the Arena, the moment his name was called, the moment Roland died. It’s something that reminds him that he’s not a warrior. Maybe none of them really are. “Kite?,” Basil asks back, voice not as soft as the blind boy’s, and definitely not as soft as it may have been only a few days ago. Kite stands in front of him, looking a little lost and out of place with a spear in his hand and a pair of cuffs chained to nothing tied around his other. Basil swells at the sight of him - something that might be affection or pride at seeing the boy from the cafeteria, who Basil had painted a picture in words for, alive. Alive. The realization thunders down on him. Kite smiles. Basil finds that he can’t. There’s a dead pause floating between them as Basil takes in Kite. Other than a few scrapes and bruises, he looks fine. He looks whole. Basil swallows hard. He tightens his grip on his axe. “Glad to see you’re looking better than I am,” he says, finally. The axe grows heavier in his hand. Basil knows he could kill him, right now, if he wanted to. It’d be so easy. So damn easy. He could do it quick enough and hard enough so that maybe Kite wouldn’t even feel it. Aim the blade at his neck maybe? Would that be a clean spot? Do people still hurt even if they don’t get the chance to show it? Halfheartedly, Basil swings the arm that holds the axe back and forth, weighing his options. Tick tock, Basil. His mouth feels dry, suddenly, and he swallows down the lump in his throat. He can’t. His arm swings back down. “Kite -” he starts, not knowing where the words would end, but before he can even find out, Danny whirls in towards them. “Kite?,” she says, sounding bewildered and ecstatic all at the same time. Basil lets his gaze fall from Kite’s lone figure and towards the ground. He notices that that there’s blood dripping from Danny’s blade, and, well, he thinks, at least Kite can’t see this. “Oh, Ripred, Kite, get out of here. Get the hell out!” Then a girl with wild eyes and a smile that looks even more dangerous than the axe she wields waltz over to them. Blood drips down her cheeks in small rivulets, almost making it seem like she’s crying red. “Wait, the fuckwit to your right has a dick in her pants?” But, girls like her don’t cry. “God, Kite, is she yours?” And boys like Basil don’t fight. But Basil feels a sharp pain in his back and - well - he doesn’t think about what boys like him are supposed to do, anymore. |
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[Shallow Cut on Right Calf -- 3.5 damage]
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[Minor burn (+2 damage)]
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[Shallow Cut on Right Calf -- 3.5 damage]
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[Minor burn (+2 damage)]
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