.:How We Used To Love:. [Bailey x Heath]
Jun 11, 2016 15:30:53 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2016 15:30:53 GMT -5
H E A T H C L I F F
He was at an impasse. The days were long—spending time at the various stations, watching the others as they played their games, listening to all of the chatter about who would rise and fall after the bloodbath—and yet sunset came as quickly as the sunrise. When he collapsed into the sheets he felt stretched too thin; his body pushed past where it should have been. The ache in his stomach had become noticeable on the second day. It wasn’t quite fear, he knew that feeling and had much the same destroyed it growing up in his home district. No, this was one that crept into his bones and rattled downward, trying to claim something that wasn’t quite there.
There was a single room of books, tablets, and various busts of tributes gone by. He’d seen the door on the first day but few tributes wanted to spend any time reading—or rather, they didn’t have the luxury to do so. But Heath was drawn here now, the light fading and various others drifting to the shadows that he separated once again. He liked the silence, and he like the loneliness even more. Funny, the twinge of sadness that came from being lonely that also brought about calm. He studied the maps that were sorted, and pressed closer to a tabletop that could be illuminated to show the topography of past games.
He flipped through the past few games, and drew further back, beyond the 40th and then some. The sophistication was noticeable the closer to the present; some older maps looked to repeat patterns of rolling hills and rivers. He leaned forward, chin on his palms and elbows onto the table. The pale green light flickered. He could have used more silence, it was far better getting to hear himself think. He spent so much time trying to avoid it before that all the moments of peace were overwhelming. He could feel his heart beat faster, right into his ears. The satisfaction of the door slipping open pried him from his unrest, and he turned to stare at the one interrupting him.
“Looking for something?”Made by Frankel