a little chaos // danny vs atticus ; day 8
Apr 2, 2016 11:18:38 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Apr 2, 2016 11:18:38 GMT -5
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Death mocked Danny over her shoulder as she stumbled through darkness. Her necklace felt as if it was choking her and she kept reaching up to pull at the chain, fingers swiping over the locket before pulling away abruptly as if it had burned her. Thoughts came in broken, battered snippets. Should have been me. Wasn’t supposed to. Too good. Care too much. But more than anything else, once phrase repeated over and over again.
I am alone.
Kite had been her friend. A real, genuine friendship forged through random dumb luck and an embarrassing moment in the girl’s bathroom rather than the need to survive. In the very beginning, he’d reminded her of Aiden. Later he became his own person, the boy who refused to kill her even when she asked. The ray of sunlight in the darkness of the Arena. He hadn’t been her ally but Danny silently wondered if he would have been, if she’d ever bothered to ask. She was half glad she didn’t - she had a bad reputation of being unable to protect those who mattered to her - but the selfish half whispered could have beens into her ear until she was crying all over again. Kite had been her friend and she wanted him back.
He’d left her there in the Arena with three anonymous cannons and the weight of her mistakes practically dragging her to the ground. Every step felt wrong because it wasn’t her, it shouldn’t have been her. Kite was the one who was supposed to make it out of that fight. He was better than her in so many ways. He had a bigger heart. He was supposed to win and then they were supposed to fix him, make it so he could see again.
Again she felt Death wrapping its arms around her tired bones and laughing. Things never went the way they were supposed to, did they? When she finally found a place to rest she didn’t bother wondering if someone would kill her in her sleep. Instead she curled up on her side and wished Basil was a few feet away from her. She wished she could hear the sound of Delta’s soft breathing. She wished she could sense Eryn a few feet away, keeping watch. She wished Ezero’s fingers were locked with hers, assuring her that no matter how her end came, she would never be alone.
But that had been a lie, hadn’t it? It had been a lie and they’d both known it. Because here she was, lying in the dark forced to face the sight of Kite’s face in the sky without anyone to hold her or listen to her cry. Her only comfort was that Ezero’s name was not assigned to one of the cannon shots she’d heard that day. He was alive somewhere. Her book boy. And yet even that made her anxious, because he was yet another person she cared too much about. Yet another friend she’d already been forced to leave once. Danny reached up for her locket, running her thumb over the cool metal. She’d never imagined it would end like this. She thought she would be the first to fall, not one of the last.
And she would fall. That was one promise that wasn’t a lie.
oh, maybe you were free
before my blackened wing covered you
i took the sing from your song
i made a bed where you don't belong
before my blackened wing covered you
i took the sing from your song
i made a bed where you don't belong
Death mocked Danny over her shoulder as she stumbled through darkness. Her necklace felt as if it was choking her and she kept reaching up to pull at the chain, fingers swiping over the locket before pulling away abruptly as if it had burned her. Thoughts came in broken, battered snippets. Should have been me. Wasn’t supposed to. Too good. Care too much. But more than anything else, once phrase repeated over and over again.
I am alone.
Kite had been her friend. A real, genuine friendship forged through random dumb luck and an embarrassing moment in the girl’s bathroom rather than the need to survive. In the very beginning, he’d reminded her of Aiden. Later he became his own person, the boy who refused to kill her even when she asked. The ray of sunlight in the darkness of the Arena. He hadn’t been her ally but Danny silently wondered if he would have been, if she’d ever bothered to ask. She was half glad she didn’t - she had a bad reputation of being unable to protect those who mattered to her - but the selfish half whispered could have beens into her ear until she was crying all over again. Kite had been her friend and she wanted him back.
He’d left her there in the Arena with three anonymous cannons and the weight of her mistakes practically dragging her to the ground. Every step felt wrong because it wasn’t her, it shouldn’t have been her. Kite was the one who was supposed to make it out of that fight. He was better than her in so many ways. He had a bigger heart. He was supposed to win and then they were supposed to fix him, make it so he could see again.
Again she felt Death wrapping its arms around her tired bones and laughing. Things never went the way they were supposed to, did they? When she finally found a place to rest she didn’t bother wondering if someone would kill her in her sleep. Instead she curled up on her side and wished Basil was a few feet away from her. She wished she could hear the sound of Delta’s soft breathing. She wished she could sense Eryn a few feet away, keeping watch. She wished Ezero’s fingers were locked with hers, assuring her that no matter how her end came, she would never be alone.
But that had been a lie, hadn’t it? It had been a lie and they’d both known it. Because here she was, lying in the dark forced to face the sight of Kite’s face in the sky without anyone to hold her or listen to her cry. Her only comfort was that Ezero’s name was not assigned to one of the cannon shots she’d heard that day. He was alive somewhere. Her book boy. And yet even that made her anxious, because he was yet another person she cared too much about. Yet another friend she’d already been forced to leave once. Danny reached up for her locket, running her thumb over the cool metal. She’d never imagined it would end like this. She thought she would be the first to fall, not one of the last.
And she would fall. That was one promise that wasn’t a lie.
blinded, now i see
that death moves amongst us
and with such ease the rafters surround us
these silent beasts are hard to bear
that death moves amongst us
and with such ease the rafters surround us
these silent beasts are hard to bear
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attacks Atticus with javelin
result: shallow cut on cheek, 3.5
result: shallow cut on cheek, 3.5